Staring had annoyed Sasuke. Actually, it was more the fact that once you saw the culprit, they'd immediately look down as if you'd caught them mentally raping you; and, with the Uchiha, that wasn't too far fetched of an idea.
It had all started after his clan had been murdered, unsurprisingly. Before that, all eyes were glued to his genius of a brother, Itachi; perfect in every aspect save for that "tiny" bit of insanity the elder held in his heavily barricaded mind. Once he was gone, all eyes were instantly latched onto what everyone considered the last Uchiha, or at least it's last heir, as the villagers tended to pretend that the missing nin had never existed in the first place. It had surprised the child at first, but he soon got used to it.
The praise and admiration that practically radiated off of his academy sensei were easily ignored, only being noted every now and then when he sent a look in Naruto's direction, loving the way the blond bristled and predictably failed at the task. But, they had not used the shy kind of stare that Sasuke had loathed so intensely as a Genin, especially. Of course, that was virtually trade marked by the female portion of Konoha.
The Uchiha had never been able to tell apart the "oh my god, he caught me staring at his ass; now he'll think I'm a slut," and the "haha. Now, if I look down at my lap and blush, maybe he'll get the hint," stares. It still annoyed him to no extent, either way.
It was when he'd left for Orochimaru that his view on the ominous, lustful stares changed. You see, the snake Sannin was actually one of the few that had the balls to be caught staring, and continue on, grinning—nasty tongue slithering around behind his teeth...—. Honestly, Oto was a twelve-year-old boy's worst nightmare. Women as ugly as hell, pedophiles lurking around every dark corner, and Orochimaru "overseeing," as he put it, his check ups with Kabuto. Extremely. Fucking. Thorough check ups.
And he still stared.
Grinning.
Tongue slithering out to wet his lips.
Unneeded memories, so we won't go there.
Even so, those experiences influenced him greatly; the "mind rape" stare was now effectively less threatening and aggravating than the "I think I'll smack that later tonight" stare.
That was most definitely not an empty threat; and we won't go into that either. Uchiha Sasuke was no one's fuck toy.
The pale boy's half lidded gaze drifted wearily towards the tanned male next to him, where Naruto met his eyes without any effort. Lips twitching upwards into their own version of Orochimaru's unnerving leer, and eyebrows waggling suggestively, the Uchiha frowned. For one, they were sitting at a public ramen stand, and two, he wouldn't allow himself to just be thrown on the bed and fucked into the mattress anytime the dobe's libido demanded attention.
He was a man; and, he had priorities.
He was an Uchiha: not a walking uke.
Not a toy.
Not, not, not.
"Ngnn... N-Naruto..."
Uchiha Sasuke is no one's fuck toy, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy hard sex every now and then.
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