Behind the Screen
By: Kibou32
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: AU Naruto is the local pretty boy. His friend Sasuke is the most popular boy in school, so that when he decides to go to college, he chooses the most prestigious university. Naruto, who is hopelessly in love with his friend, pulls all stops on hoping that things won't change when he decides to follow him. Except, university is another different ball game and Naruto faces the worst when concerning his friend.
– Part One –
He became friends with Sasuke Uchiha when they were in kinder garden, and he made the effort to not be shy. It was his greatest fault; he was the shyest boy you'd ever meet. At first Sasuke had thought that he was like the others who pursued him for his looks or his money, but when Sasuke discovered that he was just a lonely boy like himself, they instantly became inseparable. Sasuke seemed to just know that Naruto's way of life was not up to him.
His mother loved to dress him up as a girl so much, most of his classmates thought of him a girl up until their first gym class. Then, they made fun of him for wearing girlish clothes and his delicate features. No matter how much he complained to his mama that they bullied him for looking and acting genteel, she would just say that he was perfect. It wasn't until he was eight that it was discovered by the school nurse that his mother was ill. Ill in the head, to be exact. It was his father who came to the rescue, then. His gentle and suave father, the man who was the hero of the town; the head police officer who rallied for peace and cleaned up the streets.
It was later, when he was reaching his teens that he knew that he'd never be able to be the boy his father had hoped for, but Minato was cool with it anyhow. Even though his father gave him full support for who he was; Naruto desired something better. He desired to stop being the local pretty boy and he wanted to be strong and cool like his only friend was. It was only when he found out his best friend – and ongoing crush – had told him he was moving out of state to go to college, that Naruto decided to follow his friend's choice. Find a fresh start out of the small up in the hills town that mocked, bullied and hurt him so much.
:-:
Sasuke Uchiha met Naruto Uzumaki at the age of five. Whereas he looked cool with his fancy clothes and his debonair mannerisms, he was actually very shy. He had been studying at home for two years already the a-b-c and the 1-2-3, that when he got to his first year of kinder garden, he found the classes to be too boring for him. He was undoubtedly the smartest, fastest child there. But he already knew, he knew that his peers only wanted to be "friends" with him more because of who were his family rather than himself.
His hedonistic mother, who was an actress; had no time to take care of him, so his upbringing remained under the watchful eye of his ten years older brother Itachi and the maids. He adored Itachi, he looked up to him so much, and he wanted to be him. He knew – in the back of his mind that he couldn't. It was the fact of life that if God had wanted him to be Itachi, then he and Itachi would have been twins.
When he first saw Naruto, he saw a cherub with blond hair and sky blue eyes at the town's church Sunday's mass. At first, he had thought that the cherub was a girl with what he was wearing, but Itachi corrected him. His mother, the famous actress was friends with the cherub's mother – would wonders never cease! – and she adored the child, found him the total antithesis of what she had gotten with her two straight-forward children. He didn't understand why his mother was so enamored with the child.
His father, who was there by coincidence; had snorted in derision. It seemed that there was more to the story, but Sasuke who was only four years old at the time, wouldn't understand why his parents were so weird around the story of the cherubic child.
It wasn't until he reached kinder garden that he met the cherubic child once more. Now, at five years old; he understood that the child was weird. He wasn't a girl, but he dressed like one. He was really beautiful, so beautiful that he attracted the attention of everyone around. But the girls usually saw him and reacted like he was a pest. To him it was strange. But he shrugged, what could he do?
It was not until one day that as he was being picked up by his brother that he realized it wasn't the cherubic child's fault. His mother acted ill. She had had a traumatic incidence while she was pregnant. She was caught by the local gang called Akatsuki. She was brutally taken by the leader of the gang, a man called Madara… the details of this situation didn't come up to his knowledge until he was fifteen, when he overheard that this Madara fellow was somewhat related to him!
He decided to help the cherubic child by extending a hand. He learnt then, that his name was Naruto. He went by the name of Uzumaki, and it wasn't until the school finally found out about the situation, that the details of where his father was and why Naruto was living with his mother alone, came out.
Their friendship was tentative at first, Sasuke didn't trust easily; despite having strong bonds with his brother, his parents were virtual strangers to him and thus; it was no surprise of how much he wouldn't let himself trust someone else. His cousin Obito, was a psychologist who helped him figure that out when his mother finally left the small town that held no interest to her and continued to pursue her acting career abroad. His father, did not acknowledge how hard this was for him, and his brother became a bit more aloof, more silent than ever.
In contrast, Naruto became his best friend. With Naruto, Sasuke learnt to live. He learnt to care for another human being that was not his blood. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. When he entered the football team, Naruto – ever considered the weirdo of the whole town – was patient and always awaited him after practice so that they could walk home together. When he entered the debate team, it was Naruto who helped him control his anger at the other participants' actions, mostly girls who joined the debate team to try and get together with him. He certainly acknowledged the entrance of puberty in him, but his friend only grew slimmer and taller (just a bit shorter than his six foot two). He knew girls hit on him due to his "hip" attitude. But he hated them secretly for hurting his friend.
When his brother announced he was gay and leaving to live with their mother in order to pursue modeling of all things, his father went into an uproar. Sasuke was not angry with his brother for saying he was gay or that he was pursuing modeling, he was upset with the idea that his sibling was leaving him behind.
"Sasuke. This is my cell phone number. If you ever need to talk, be it late in the evening or at the crack of dawn, call me. You need not worry because I'll always answer the phone for you, little brother."
Sasuke didn't cry. He wanted to, but he was stuck at home with a homophobic father and didn't want to be seen weak, so he swallowed his tears and put the card with the most important detail away in the breast pocket of his jeans shirt. He'd just have to endure.
Graduation came – finally! – and he sat down with his father for a dinner chat.
"Sasuke. I've enrolled you in a university in the mid-west. I've decided to let you be until you finish college. Be aware that, though I will fork over all that you will need at college; I won't tolerate you being involve in shenanigans. I expect you to get good grades, finalize your studies and come home every Christmas. You may do with your summers as you will."
Sasuke didn't speak. He just nodded and only left the dinner table when he saw his father had left the room. They rarely, if ever; ate dinner together from beginning to end.
:-.-:
Sasuke didn't find out that Naruto was going to the same university until he saw him at the airport saying goodbye to his tall and handsome father Minato. He went over there, carrying deftly his bags and with no amount of stress.
"Naruto?" – he asked wondering what he was doing there. They hadn't spoken much after he told him he was leaving their hillbilly town.
He saw his friend blush and turn to him looking fairly guilty.
"Sasuke, I heard you were going to that college." – Minato intoned saving his son from babbling out something.
Sasuke nodded respectfully. Minato signaled Naruto to go and get himself food for the trip while he spoke to his friend.
"I want to ask you to take care of Naruto while you're there. I know my son is your friend and not your responsibility to care for, but I worry for him. He's my only child and I know he's a bit naïve. Please, from the bottom of my heart, I beg you to make sure no harm comes to him. He has gone through so much already and I wish he would never leave, but I also know he won't grow up and he won't be able to make a life for himself here. I've asked for a transfer to a town nearby the college. But that takes time and until then, I won't be able to look out for him. Please." – he bowed deeply in front of him as he finished talking.
Sasuke didn't want Minato to bow to him, Minato who was more of a father to him than his own father was. Minato, who he respected more and more as he saw his easy acceptance of his son. He put his bags on the floor and grabbed Minato's hands into his saying…
"You don't need to beg me to take care of him. I will. I promise you that I will take care of him and make sure no harm comes to him."
Minato raised his head and smiled. His eyes were wet with tears, but his didn't fall. Not because he was proud, but because he wanted his son not to cry as well. Sasuke wouldn't call Naruto a crybaby, but he was very sensitive and he understood why his father may feel as he did.
:-:
Once they arrived, luckily the place his father got for him – an apartment just outside the university's campus – had a very spacious room with two beds, each in front of the other. His father may have been an asshole who only care about appearances, but even he had been won over by Naruto's innocence and had arranged accommodations for him as well. The apartment was spacious, but only had one bedroom, the rest of the space was taken by a huge oak table, a chair, two bookcases, the kitchen, and the bathroom. The bedroom had a huge closet that could be used by them both equally and a really big window that allowed them to see the nearby park.
It was really late in the afternoon when they got there, so Sasuke only said that he was going to sleep awhile. He was so tired, he couldn't even manage the strength to go out and buy some grub. Naruto acquiesced easily and then he didn't know more.
:-:
Naruto woke him up around ten in the evening for some warm soup. He woke up by splashing some water on his face and went over to the kitchen table to eat. He wondered how Naruto got the food, and was about to ask him so when he noticed his friend had already organized everything.
"Naruto? Why didn't you get some rest?" – he asked concerned that his friend was overdoing it.
"Ehh? I wasn't that tired. I slept on the plane and so I decided to organize our things… was that wrong of me?" – he saw his friend look at him worried that he had done something wrong.
Sasuke shook his head and said, "No. I just want you to understand that I can pull my weight just fine."
Naruto only smiled softly at him. Sasuke saw the smile on his friend's face and thought 'Oh I want to kiss that mouth right now.'
He had had those kind of thoughts ever since he was fifteen and saw his friend having a bath at the school's gym locker. Naruto was only five foot nine and slender. He had an athletic body, but no strong muscles. He had strength, but he wasn't bulky. Naruto could have been part of the athletic team in high school if he wasn't bullied by their peers. Pretty boy or not, he could have gotten them a couple of trophies if it hadn't been for that. But Sasuke digressed. He knew Naruto would have never gone and tried out for the team by himself. He was that shy.
In any case, those thoughts always came up to his head and he always ignored them. He liked girls. End of story. He would never do anything to his friend. Even if said friend seemed to like him a lot more than… never mind.
:-:
It was only the next morning that Sasuke thought to go out with Naruto to check out the campus. Classes wouldn't start for another week, so it was better to get acquainted with the place before they'd go to class. He looked around and decided that he liked the campus. He checked out the girls going about and he could tell that they were rather cute. He liked the girls even more – except strawberry blond who gave Naruto hell thinking the boy was a girl – here than the ones from high school. He hoped he could score some of those ladies soon. Maybe he'd get Naruto a date too… it wasn't that he didn't know of his friend's sexual orientation, but… he was sure that if Naruto just gave it a try – a girl who wasn't a bitch like those in high school – and ate some pussy, he would like it. Then, Sasuke would have it made.
:-:
Naruto made his bed and sighed unhappily. Only the second day here, and he had already encountered problems. That strawberry blond girl named Sakura Haruno seemed to hate him on first sight. He was sure it was because he was prettier than her, as a bloke lounging in one of the benches near the parking lot had muttered when he tried to escape the girl's hitting fists, by running away from her. It was true he wasn't as strong and broad shouldered as his best friend, but he was still the fastest one from where he came from.
He had blushed deeply remembering the look that bloke had gave him due to that. He had heard insults, mocking him mostly for his looks, his mannerisms, etc. when he was in high school. Due to his mom's fervent want that he be a girl… well… he had been dressed and paraded as a girl from the moment he was out of his mother's womb. Except for the few features like his blond hair and impossibly blue eyes due to genetics coming from his father, he looked nothing like the handsome man. His mother had assured him – when she still lived with them before ending up in the mental hospital – that one day the girls would die to date him, but in truth; he wasn't so sure he would like it. Girls were scary, in his opinion. Sasuke said that was because he was still a virgin. He didn't believe that losing his virginity would make him appreciate the female form even more. He knew it was strange to think of that, but he cared more for his friend that he should. He didn't care that Sasuke was handsome or taller than him or even bulkier than him. He didn't care about that. He cared that his friend always stood by him regardless of his status as the weirdo in school. He had seen his friend with plenty of girlfriends since puberty struck, and it struck pretty damn well on his handsome friend; but even then – though it hurt him to see him with other people rather than him – he had cared for him. He wished his friend would look at him at least once. No luck there, Sasuke was purely heterosexual. Perhaps if he didlose his virginity to a girl? He sighed and lay down on his bed deciding to let it be. Classes would start sooner or later and then he'd lose sight of his friend. His friend who would become popular and would date girls and leave him behind. He hoped fervently that Sasuke would not come to hate him. He prayed to God to allow him to stay close to his friend come what may.
:-:
The strawberry blond girl was a slut, Sasuke was sure. There was no way – no matter how handsome he was – that a girl would suck him off the minute they met alone. She gave him her number, but he doubted he'd ever call her. He liked easy girls when he was urgent for a quickie, but he rather liked the chase better than a slut. The party was going rather well, both he and Naruto had been invited over to the house on the hill, some kind of fraternity. But only he had shown up, Naruto had gone to the local bookshop to get some books and Sasuke had left him there expecting him to meet him up at the party. No such luck. Well, the next party, Sasuke would definitely bring him over. He had to get his friend to go out and meet some girl.
Speaking of girls… he narrowed his eyes in contemplation. Had there been any girl he had ever met yet that hadn't fallen to bed with him? No, there hadn't been any girl who he hadn't been able to conquer. Oh… wait, there was one over there, was that a blond? He made his way towards the girl, but by the time he made it to where the girl was, she was gone. He cursed and decided to call it a night.
When he stumbled into his room, he saw that Naruto had – nicely enough – prepared his bed the way he liked it. He thanked God for small mercies. As he drunkenly tried to take his clothes off without alerting the blond of the time, he checked his friend out. The moon's glare made those soft lips of Naruto's look terribly inviting. He shook his head and wondered what was wrong with him. He decided it had to be the liquor and the up and coming hangover. Still… the idea nestled in his mind. Naruto's lips opened up a bit; timidly beginning to lick his dick off… was that a dream or a nightmare? Sasuke wasn't sure which he wanted it to be.
He went to the shower and beat the dog. An hour later, he crashed into his bed and fell asleep.
:-:
Classes started and Sasuke was surprised that Naruto was in none of his classes. He tried to check the smaller boy's schedule and was shocked when he saw a couple of art classes. He hadn't been aware his friend liked art. He thought about it for a second, knowing he had seen not one bit of his friend for weeks since they came over to the university and said to himself he'd come in to buy Naruto some ramen. It was his best friend's favorite food.
He went over to the Art's department building, cruising through the halls, making his way to Naruto's class hoping to find him and was shocked to the core when he saw a redheaded boy in a – in his opinion at least – very seductive pose posing completely naked for Naruto's advanced drawing class. He looked closely and found that the redhead's sex was almost dangling right in front of Naruto's eyes. He looked at his friend and found him blushing cutely. The redhead seemed bored with the whole thing, but he was sure there was interest sparking behind those green eyes when it concerned the boy in front of him.
Sasuke stood there looking at the interaction and irrationally hoped Naruto would never look at the redhead like the young man was looking at him. Naruto's shy smiles and shy glances belonged to him and no one else. Consciously, he didn't dare identify why this was so.
:-:
Gaara was sure that the blond artist was going to self-combust. A virgin. Who would've thought? He smiled – a little bit – and caught the blond's eye. The young man gasped soundlessly and Gaara could feel his sex twitch in interest. The blond seemed to notice and blushed some more, his soft pink lips widened a bit and Gaara had to hold the groan in, because the picture the artist was portraying was too damn hot.
When the time came for cleaning up, he walked in his boxers to the boy from the back, hoping to see what he had drawn. He was shocked to see himself looking like a black and white picture, an exact replication of himself in real life.
"You draw quite well." – He complimented.
The boy sitting on one of the chairs smiled and said thank you turning around to see who had complimented his work. The moment those clear blue eyes found his own green, Naruto blushed a fierce tomato red and stuttered.
"Um…" – but before he could say something else a deep voice called from behind.
"Oi. Dobe… I'm here to invite you lunch."
Gaara couldn't believe the boy lighted up as if he had been caught with his hand inside his pants. He turned to see his competition and narrowed his eyes as he recognized him. His sister had briefly told him about the new heartthrob. This young man with dark eyes and dark hair was the dangerous type to the tee, except… except he didn't seem that heterosexual much. Those dark orbs were promising pain to him if he so much as dared as to take the young blond from him. Protective much? Oh, but that made the conquest of one so pure so deliciously challenging. Gaara narrowed his eyes at the brooding one and quirked a red eyebrow as if saying 'I'm ready for the challenge if you are'.
:-:
Naruto couldn't understand why his friend had come looking for him. He was a little cheery that he had taken the time to do so, but he was a bit worried because Sasuke looked like he was ready to kill someone. He wondered what had he done to make his friend so angry.
"Um… Sasuke?" – He called hesitantly.
"What?" – Naruto flinched and looked at his lap. He could feel the tears gathering in the back of his eyes and closed them, wondering why whenever Sasuke treated him like that, did he feel like being a pussy and cry.
There was a silence and then Sasuke exhaled heavily.
"I'm not mad at you." – But in his head he wondered if he wasn't beginning to see a pattern here. Whenever he was a jerk to Naruto, if he was especially vicious to his blond friend, the young man would flinch and he'd immediately recapitulate.
Internally, he knew that Naruto had him wrapped around his little tan finger; but outside where he stubbornly kept the thought that he liked girls and nothing was going to change that anytime soon, he denied that he had already connected the dots.
"Oh, ok. I was quite glad to see you, did something happen?" – Naruto said with a bounce in his steps.
Sasuke smiled at his friend inside his head, but on the outside he snorted.
"Nothing happened. Does something have to happen for me to go out for lunch with my best friend?" – He asked.
Naruto ducked his head a bit and blushed as he said: "No."
Sasuke rapped him in the head – gently – and Naruto cried out saying he was going to kill him. They chased each other all the way to the Ramen Bar, horsing around and making a nuisance of them.
Two pairs of green eyes stared after them, one in bemusement and one in seething anger.
:-:
Temari met her brother for lunch at a small café not too far from the Ramen Bar Sasuke had taken Naruto to eat. She was a magnificent woman who was very picky on whom she selected to sleep with. And many men around campus desired her, she had the perfect hour-glass figure that many girls wanted to die for and she was taller than the usual Japanese women, which made her almost seem like a model. Her long blond hair was usually tied in a ponytail to her side, making her seem – in a way – to be coy and shy. Those who knew her best knew that she wasn't the least bit shy. She had green eyes like her youngest brother and an insatiable thirst for… wait for it… sex. Yes, poor Temari-chan was addicted to sex. This was why she was so picky.
In that respect her brother Gaara was of the same respect, although Gaara wasn't as addicted to sex as his sister was. He had luscious short red hair and deep green eyes. He was at least two inches shorter than his sister, but he was tall enough that many were intimidated by his stature, even though he wasn't as bulky as other guys were.
Both siblings were considered quite the catch at the university campus and there were rumors here and there about them and their 'conquests'. Suffice it to say that when someone caught their eye, that person was noteworthy enough to get out of the norm, people around campus and even the town surrounding it, were annoying in their endeavors when trying to catch their attention. The difference between the two siblings was that, whereas Temari impressed on those who recently met her that she had quite of an easy-going disposition and calm personality; she wasn't. Gaara was of the opposite, everyone who ever met him always thought he was fury personified, one would think that one glare of those deep green eyes and you'd spontaneously self-combust. He was actually calmer than he seemed to portray.
"So… who was that blond guy you were staring at so intensely?" – She asked as she dug into her Caesar's salad with gusto, never be said that she didn't like to eat well.
"A boy from the advanced art class, I was sitting directly in front of. He looked so cute blushing at my naked form. You know nudes aren't really supposed to show the sex, but the teacher… Deidara Kan – I think that's his name – is such a pervert that he said he'd take art to the extreme. I don't mind posing naked, but that boy was so shocked that he could've fainted if I so much as got aroused in his presence. But other than that, he was pretty good at what he drew of me." – He said looking pensive at the end whilst trying not to get annoyed that they hadn't brought his food yet.
"Really? A virgin in Kan-sensei's class? That's quite a noble idea." – She exclaimed as she sipped some of her orange juice.
"Yes. Really." – He noticed that the help had finally managed to finish making his food and the waiter was serving him at the minute he spoke.
Temari watched amused as Gaara glared at the waiter and watched the poor young man – who had been trying to impress her – sweat when faced with Gaara's poor disposition.
"And the black haired one who was attached to the blond one, who was he?"
"I thought you already knew of him. Since you pointed him out to me the other day at the party."
Temari looked pensive as she tried to remember and then giggled a bit when she remembered.
"Oh… it's the guy I told you were making eyes at me? Yeah, I heard from Ino that Sakura was making googly eyes at the young man in question. Ino was disgusted by the fervent attention she was giving the guy. He's a freshman for crying out loud and yet there she was giving him a blowjob as if he were a god!"
"Oh, that's nasty." – Gaara said as he made a face before taking a drink of his iced tea.
"Oh shut up! Anyhow, I thought that freshman was heterosexual, not homosexual." – She commented with a look towards her brother.
"I don't think he's either, maybe he's asexual or in denial. I don't know which one is worst. But the thing that galls me is that he seems either oblivious of the blonde's feelings or that he's ignoring them in hopes that 'it'll pass'." – He said making quoting signs when he finished.
Temari smiled at her brother's antics.
"Are you going to take the virgin for a joyride or just a tiny test drive?" – She asked mildly picking her nails while she waited for her desert having already finished her salad.
Gaara thought about it for a second before saying…
"I'm not sure. I'll have to get to know more about him first, then decide." – He said as he stared out the window of the café of where they sat at.
:-:
Gaara met Naruto again in Art class. This time, the model was still life and Naruto was drawing and painting to his heart's content. He came up behind him again to see his work and then said in a low voice…
"You should paint the apples carmine red."
Naruto started and painted a blue streak across a lemon. He cursed and immediately began dabbing at it with a napkin hoping to fix the damage. Gaara watched the blond's long and thin fingers thinking that those looked more like a woman's hands rather than a man's. Perhaps, back in the blond's hometown he was considered to be the local pretty boy. That was a shame in his mind. He knew what small towns were like to people like him. He mentally shook off the thoughts that came to mind, he did not want to think of his late uncle's fate.
He sat on one empty chair next to the blond's and looked at him. He looked at how the boy hung his tongue out to the left side of his mouth in concentration with what he was doing. He saw how he was so careful and so perfect in trying to keep the smudge out.
"What's your name, angel?" – He asked in a low voice. He was pleasantly surprised to be given another blush.
"I'm- I'm not an angel." – Naruto stuttered.
"Well I'll be calling you angel until you tell me your name. So what is it?"
Naruto blushed and mumbled out his name. Naruto U. Namikaze. Gaara enjoyed the blush even more now.
"I think I'll keep calling you angel anyhow. Angel fits you better." – He drawled and leaned forward reaching out to grab his chin.
Naruto flushed the brightest red as of yet.
"Please…" – He tried to say 'please let me go', but found he couldn't find the strength to do so and instead finished his plea with a whimper. Naruto knew then that he had never felt so dizzy and hot in his whole life like he was feeling now.
Then the teacher said to leave the paintings on the stools and that he'd see them the next day.
Naruto tried to escape Gaara and couldn't. Gaara himself couldn't make himself let go of the blond, he was too entranced by the beauty in front of him. He leaned in and kissed the shocked boy on the lips. It was a close-mouthed kiss, but it was the sweetest kiss Gaara had given a guy.
"My name is Gaara Sabakuno. Now since I almost ruined your painting, I'm taking you out for lunch."
Naruto wanted to say he couldn't, but found his tongue wouldn't cooperate.
:-:
When Naruto made it back to their dormitory, he still was flushed and felt even dizzier. He was sure this was the first time that a man had touched him like that. Gaara had only held his hands while he spoke, as if he feared that he would take up and run away. He would lightly pass his fingers over his pulse and Naruto would forget himself and stuttered out something else entirely before Gaara let go of him and repeated his question. At times he felt like a fool, but Gaara was quick to banish those feelings from his mind. It was the first time he had felt so special by the attention of another guy looking at him. He took his clothes off and laid on his bed in his underwear. Suddenly he felt too hot, but not hot enough to get a shower. And as he fell asleep on his bed, he could feel the desire for something more. He whimpered in distress, turning about in his sheets, trying to find out what it was, but he couldn't say; yet the want remained.
:-:
Sasuke arrived to his dorm room just an hour after Naruto reached it. He turned on the light and gasped. In that time, Naruto had fallen asleep; he had shed his underwear and was lying nude and uncovered by his bedsheets on his bed. His sex was up and leaking, and Sasuke vaguely realized that he was completely hairless. This shocked him to the core, he had seen Naruto half-naked in that shower a long time ago, but from behind. He knew his friend didn't shave ever, so it meant that he was always hairless. And that made it worst, because the image of him aroused in his sleep was so lewd that it had him grasping the door fearing for his sanity. He took in the tousled blond hair and the… he couldn't stop his eyes from returning to seeing Naruto's penis looking so red and straining, but even more… for some reason Sasuke found it – not disgusting – but completely alluring, sexy, and so pretty.
Without even noticing what he was doing, he crossed the room to his roommate's bed and knelt on the floor besides it. He trailed a finger over Naruto's penis from base to head and felt hungry. Really hungry. His mouth watered at the fast thought, 'I want to have his cock in my mouth. How would it feel? Would it feel as soft as it looks?' When he pressed his finger on Naruto's urine opening, he felt Naruto's whole body tremble. Naruto was innocent desire and Sasuke so wanted to…
He snapped out of it when he realized he was holding his friend's sex in his grasp. Naruto had flushed and was silently asking for more with the movement of his hips. He wrenched his hand away and ran to the showers feeling a little weird by this lust that had consumed him so suddenly.
:-:
The next day, Naruto woke up feeling refreshed although he was puzzled as to how he ended up being naked underneath his covers. Sasuke wasn't even there and for that Naruto was grateful. He didn't want Sasuke to tease him about it, or the fact that he was hairless except for the hair on top of his head.
When he went to his only non-art class, which was Speech 101; he was shocked to see the young man he had seen when he first got on campus. He was lounging next to another guy – a jock probably – with some type of red war paint on his cheeks, two inverted triangles, and the vertices to the bottom instead of upwards.
He looked for an empty seat and discovered that he'd have to sit with some other guy who looked really feral and had taken out his long tongue out to caress his own cheek; he looked like a snake readying to bite his prey. Naruto immediately realized that hewas the prey and flushed prettily.
"Mendokusei. Doku, leave the newbie alone."
Naruto looked relieved and just found a seat in the dead center of the whole class.
"Later man, I have football practice and I don't want to be late." – called the guy with the tattoos on his cheeks and left the room.
Naruto waited and waited for what must have been three hours, but in reality was only twenty minutes before deciding their class's teacher wasn't going to show. He sighed and wondered why on earth he had to take this class. He was about to leave the room, where only he and the lazy one were left, Doku had left five minutes into the hour looking decidedly bored with life; when the lazy one opened his eyes and leveled him in his place with a stare.
"Don't leave yet. Kakashi-sensei is usually forty to fifty minutes late." – He said with an almost bored tone and Naruto wondered why he had even bothered to speak.
"Ah. But I have a class after this one and I…" – He stopped talking for a minute trying to decide what to do.
The lazy one sat up in his chair, slouched a bit and yawned before shrugging a bit and said…
"I'm Shikamaru Nara. You?"
Naruto looked at the young man before him quietly, starting when he realized he had been caught staring and bowed a bit before saying his name.
"Let me call a friend to see if our sensei is coming or not."
Naruto nodded in agreement and watched as he spoke with someone on the phone. When he stopped, he seemed to frown at the phone and then sigh as if being put upon by the whole issue. But he was calm and friendly when he said that the teacher wasn't coming today. Naruto wilted at the thought. He had chosen this class because it gave him something to do before his art class on Fridays. Now with virtually nothing to do, he was at a loss as to what to do with himself.
"So what are you going to do now, Naruto-san?" – He heard Shikamaru ask him.
He shrugged and said what came to mind first, which was that he'd go to the library and read a book or something. Shikamaru shook his head and told him they should go get some coffee. Naruto missed his first class that day.
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Sasuke found that Naruto was seeing and making new friends rather quickly. When he saw, one of his new friends conversing with Naruto, he was angry. He stormed his way over to them and said…
"Hey!" – Sasuke saw Shikamaru look up.
Shikamaru looked at him with narrowed dark brown eyes and tilted his head to the side thinking that perhaps Sasuke was surely looking too angry to be himself. Was it because he was sitting there with his hand around Naruto's waist as he had held him – slightly – to keep from tumbling down on to the floor due to the Irish coffee his one true nemesis had slipped in instead of the regular Mocha the blond had asked for? Shikamaru liked the blond boy in front of him, but wasn't about to hurt him. His innocence was sort of refreshing to him and he was sure that he'd be protecting that innocence for as long as the blond would let him.
"I didn't know you two knew each other?" – Naruto said with a confused frown on his pretty face.
Sasuke did a double-take. This was the very first time he had seen Naruto this flushed in the middle of the day.
"Are you drunk?" – He said in a surprised whisper, wondering if Naruto had any knowledge of how he looked at the minute. He felt the thought to be blasphemy. Naruto had never like to drink alcohol. He used to say that he hated the taste.
Naruto shook his head no. Sasuke began to get angry again and asked Shikamaru what was truly going on at the second.
"Naruto-san here is in my Speech 101 class. My troublesome mother decreed that this semester I should really take my studies seriously. So I am. We came here for coffee, but the stupid brunette on the bar is a troublesome bitch known as Kin and she decided to spike his coffee with all she had – apparently. So now, Naruto-san is 'happy'." – Shikamaru explained in a nonchalant sort of tone of voice.
Naruto at that moment giggled. Both Sasuke and Shikamaru knew then that this could turn out to be very troublesome. Shikamaru knew this more so because this was an alternative life-style coffee bar. They served some damn good coffee – most of the time – and was quite popular with the university lads. Shikamaru knew the owner quite well, so he had brought Naruto over saying that the coffee was quite good. He hadn't known he'd see one of his ex-conquests at the other side of the bar. He sighed as many older males swung – discreetly of course – to look at the spectacle that Naruto was making of himself.
Shikamaru bowed a little and said: "Sumimasen, my friend didn't know his drink was spiked. Sumimasen."
Sasuke hooked an arm around Naruto's slim waist and put his arm around his shoulders. Shikamaru grabbed Naruto's bag and followed after Sasuke with an air of doom hanging over his shoulder. Kin smiled in satisfaction at seeing them leave. Her smile vanished when Shikamaru turned as he was closing the door of the establishment as if he left. His eyes were almost black and his tight smile showed something that Kin knew very well to fear. He was promising retribution and wasn't taking no for an answer. She swallowed.
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Sasuke sat Naruto on his own bed. Shikamaru looked at the blatant differences and knew that the blond young man was the one who liked things to look pristine clean and in order, he was slightly amazed that the young blond was the one instead of Sasuke who he had thought had anal retentive problems and not of the physical type. Unless, you counted denial which Shikamaru could see was quite obvious.
Naruto hadn't fallen asleep like either of them had expected, but Sasuke was kind of surprised to know – now – that his friend was the friendly drunken type. He seemed to keep trying to lean up to him and kiss him, but despite understanding that Naruto's inhibitions were lowered, Sasuke kept him at arm's length. For one, he knew that when Naruto woke up that he'd regret ever trying to do something so bold to him and two, they weren't alone. He still couldn't believe this was all due to drinking just one tall mug of Irish coffee? Either he needed to ascertain that Naruto would never drink again for as long as he lived, or that his friend built immunity to alcohol pretty fast. Otherwise, someone else would take advantage of his 'friendliness' when drunk and see where that could take him. Naruto was his best friend, but Sasuke was Naruto's guardian. Seeing as he was much more open with the world than his shy counterpart, Naruto's father had asked him to take care of his little boy at college. And he would do so, come what may.
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Shikamaru was gentle when he pushed Naruto's hands away from his side. The young blond was clearly bordering on sleepy at the moment, but Shikamaru didn't care. Sasuke had gone to get his friend a glass of water so that when Naruto woke up, he wouldn't have the hangover of the century. Shikamaru looked around the room and sighed.
"Ne… is it hot in here or what?" – Naruto said giggling a bit as he took off his t-shirt. Shikamaru turned to look at him and felt a slight flush overcome him.
Naruto had taken off his shirt and the flushed look that the small consumption of alcohol had given him was working wonders for Shikamaru's libido. The perfect submissive was alive in the form of Naruto Namikaze standing in the middle of the room staring right at him. He shook his head. While he was open to experimentation, he would not hit on a drunk boy who was probably a virgin. He searched for an outlet and saw something that looked familiar on the wall. He stood up and went over to the closest bookcase and found that something in a sketch of the one person he hadn't seen in over a year: Gaara Sabakuno.
"Gaara…" – He said in a whisper. Naruto didn't notice though.
"You drew Gaara as he is." – Shikamaru said again and narrowed his eyes in thought. Naruto Namikaze was special, he acknowledged then.
It was at that time that he decided to leave, he scrawled his number, at one of the margins of the sketch; that he thought of his one true friend… and have him call Ino. Not a moment too soon, for Sasuke entered the room with a big bottle of water.
"Here, drink this Naruto." – He said calmly steadily watching his blond friend drink all that he could and more of the glass. Sasuke turned around to look at Shikamaru and was shocked by the intensity in those eyes of his.
"Sasuke-san… you are thisclose to losing something truly special. Tell Naruto-san to give me a call when he's sober again. Does he have a cell phone number I can reach him if he forgets to call me?" – Shikamaru decided to leave Sasuke with a bit of advice, just because the blond one was such a treasure… tch… it was so troublesome to be this good of a guy, but he wanted to be certain that this young man in front of him understood.
Sasuke was a bit nonplussed at what the young man before him had suggested, but he shrugged inwardly before saying…
"Naruto doesn't own a cell phone."
Shikamaru smirked and said: "Well we'll just have to get him one then, won't we?" – Then he nodded goodnight and left.
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Naruto woke with the mother of all hangovers. To think that only drinking one glass – not mug – of Irish coffee had him this way… he wondered if his father knew his son was such a lightweight. He deemed it unimportant as he settled to look for his slippers so that he'd go and take a shower first. It was Saturday, but Naruto had a purpose for this Saturday and that was to look around campus more. He then realized that he had missed his Art Appreciation 201 class with Ebisu-sensei and groaned. He was so screwed!
He sat up and made his way to his bedside table to pick up his necessities when he realized something. Someone was staring at him. That someone was Sasuke and Naruto blushed deeply.
"Dobe…" – Sasuke said exasperated.
Naruto ducked his head a little to the side and flinched when that movement proved too much for his headache.
Sasuke knelt next to him on his knees, threading his fingers lightly through his blond hair to assuage the pain of the hangover a bit. Naruto blushed even further, knowing this caress was too intimate and too caring for it to be real, but at the same time he wondered what was wrong with his friend, for he was sure he wasn't asleep and dreaming; but awake and confused at his friend's actions.
"Sasuke?" – He asked softly.
Sasuke did not jerk away as he could have done before.
"Promise me Naruto that you won't drink ever again, at least not without being in my company."
Naruto agreed and felt his friend hug him.
There was something different about this though. Naruto was sure that he was deeply in love with Sasuke, but these feelings of lust that curled upon his gut had never been present whenever Sasuke hugged him. He was aware that Sasuke was not a virgin like himself, but he had never felt this want for more. He wanted… him.
Their hugs were always friendly and innocent. Now he felt every contour of Sasuke's body next to his. Was aware of how thin his pajamas were and how his heart thundered in his rib cage in response to Sasuke's petting.
Sasuke – for his part – also felt that the innocence between them had vanished the night he had taken Naruto's penis into his hands. And even though his friend didn't know of that incident, it was real. He knew of Naruto's pretty and soft skin, the soft texture of his hair, and most of all; he couldn't stop himself from feeling his friend up – even though he was sure his friend didn't know he was doing it – when he hugged him to his chest. Nothing had happened the night before at the Café, but Sasuke was too aware of the 'ifs' that centered on his innocent virgin friend. It made him mad. Mad at how close Naruto had gotten to be touched by someone else.
They stayed that way until Sasuke recovered his wits a little and let him go, commanding Naruto to go get a bath. Naruto – unnaturally submissive – followed his friend's advice and left. Sasuke cradled his face in his hands as the truth smacked him right in the face. Either he was falling hard for Naruto, or he had been denying himself that for a long time. He had to find some professional help.
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Umino Iruka was the school's only gay shrink. There were plenty of gay men working as teachers, but only some of them were open about it. Sasuke Uchiha was not known to anyone at the school as gay, but Iruka knew the minute the young man walked in that he had serious issues to talk about.
"So… let's start with something easy… what is your name?" – He asked in his sensible tone of voice.
"Uhm. Sasuke Uchiha, I'm nineteen years old and my major is still undecided. Look, I've been told you're the only gay shrink around and I've been dealing with some heavy duty shitty stuff lately that I want to settle in my mind before I go insane, so can we skip the pleasantries please?" – Sasuke asked looking nervous and embarrassed.
Iruka groaned inwardly.
"Ok, then what is it that is bothering you? Your sexuality?"
Sasuke sputtered.
"I… I don't like boys." – He stuttered out in the end.
Iruka looked at him with the 'You're shitting me, right? Then what the hell are you here for?' look and Sasuke quivered before looking to the side and blushingly admitted the truth.
"I have a friend." – He said as a start.
Iruka rolled his eyes thinking Sasuke was going to pull the 'I have a friend' and then ask advice for his 'friend'.
"His name is Naruto and we've been pretty good friends for a long long time. Problem is that, he was the local pretty boy at our hometown. His mom used to dress him up as a girl and when everyone found out he wasn't a girl; the girls immediately turned away from him."
Iruka suddenly began to understand a little of what Sasuke was going at.
"He is a good friend, but is very shy. So when he said he had decided to go to university with me, I thought he'd be able to find a girl for himself, a fresh new start sort of deal. It didn't happen that way. The other day he arrived to our dorm room and seemed to be so hot… he took his clothes off and slept on the bed in the nude. That has never happened before. Naruto is so damn shy and naïve that he usually sleeps in children themed pajamas and blushes whenever he sees someone half-naked. By the Gods, when I arrived late that night, drunk and out of my wits and I saw him for the first time naked, I lost it."
Iruka was concerned by this point, not only the story seemed to be causing Sasuke-san some pain but it was starting to turn him on a bit – that had never happened before.
"Go on…" – He said prompting Sasuke to go on with his story telling.
"I have never seen Naruto naked. Ever. He always hid himself from me. I didn't know he had no pubic hair; there was no sort of evidence that he had any puberty hair in his whole cute and lean body and the only evidence that he's grown a bit is his growth spurt and the fact that his penis is larger… God! I touched him. He was half-aroused, dreaming god knows what and suddenly I grabbed him and molested him. Now I can't get the thought out of my head. I've been with girls before and have never seen a guy that way, but with Naruto… Sensei what do I do?" – He said in a rush looking quite panicked and concerned.
It took Iruka awhile before he could connect the dots.
"You love him."
"Yes damn it. I love him. We've been together for a long long time! I just never thought I'd be inlove with him, sensei!" – Sasuke cried out.
Iruka looked pensive for a second and then asked…
"What does Naruto-san act like when around you?"
Sasuke looked pensive for a moment recalling that day when he had gone to find him in one of his art classes.
"He seems to genuinely like to be around me. Sometimes he seems to be perpetually shy of asking me anything… I… I don't know what to do."
Iruka pondered about this before thinking about a sensible course of action.
"Well, okay. Let's see how far your feelings go for him, okay?"
At Sasuke's nod, Iruka continues: "Lie back on the chair and relax a little. Listen to the soothing tone of my voice. Are you set? Okay, I'm going to ask you a couple of questions and you have to answer truthfully to the best point of your ability. Good. First question… what do you like about Naruto?"
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By the time Sasuke had finished with all the questions Iruka threw at him, he was shocked to learn he really loved his dobe. He just didn't know how to take it. Iruka gave him a pamphlet to read and directed him to the door, saying he'd see him the next week.
When he reached his dorm room, he was shocked to see Naruto wearing a tiny towel around his waist looking like a sexy nymph, wet and ready to be taken. He closed the door none too gently without meaning to and was graced with Naruto's blush in full bloom.
"S-Sasuke… I… I didn't know you'd be coming in early." – He heard Naruto stutter as he tried to cover himself some more with the tiny towel.
He smirked a little and decided to play with Naruto for a while to see how his friend could react. He was honestly not doing this to spite and hurt his friend, but to see how Naruto reacted to him. It didn't quite work out that way. In the end, he had to listen to Naruto cry himself to sleep and ignore the pang that went through his heart at the idea that his seemingly innocent friend hadn't liked how he had cupped one of his naked ass cheeks and felt him up. He hadn't meant to laugh when he had admitted he had already seen him naked. The terror in Naruto's eyes nearly did him in, and when his friend had sobbed in front of him, Sasuke had let go and walked away.
He wanted to comfort his friend, but knew that if he so much as touched Naruto, he'd be doing a whole lot worse than just comforting. He sighed in regret as he turned away.