This chapter is kinda slightly heavy on the hand fetish thing but not all the chapters will be :P
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Black locks gently caressed his cheek as he leaned back slightly in his chair. I watched in fascination as his long sleek fingers bent inward slightly, perfect skin flexing over strong slender muscles, and slowly tuck his silky locks behind his ear.
With a sigh I unhitched my eyes from his beautiful hands and glared at the teacher as she droned on about only god cares what. I couldn't stare for too long, I knew he would turn and see. He would then have open rights to mock me, call me pathetic…make the whole class laugh, so I could only glance…only watch from afar as his hand moved up and down his pant to wipe off sweat.
I smile to myself as he rests his cheek in his palm, his fingers spread up his cheek. Looking at his fingers I marvel at their beauty, they are truly perfect. Scalped to be made God's right hand it seemed, pulp in all the right places…not too thin like some boned pencil that looked like they should creak whenever they moved…no…they were more pulp with the skin pulled over just right.
Not the pulp like tiny little sausages, round and disgusting looking as if they would pop off and any second from the lack of movement…No….beautiful.
The only word to describe his hands.
His palms flat and flawless, no scares or unsightly marks. Skin so perfectly smooth I just want to press my own hand against it. I feel the need to pull the hand into my own and lay gently butterfly kisses from the bottom of his palm…to the top of fingers, letting each digit enter my mouth as I suck happily on them.
I watch still, this time for too long and hear my name called out as that perfect hand waves in front of me. "Hey dumbass you still there? I know I'm beautiful but could you possibly daydream about me without staring at me?"
The shame instantly burns on my cheeks as my lungs inhale a gasp of air, quickly my eyes shoot to the floor as I don't answer. I know he will turn around and continue to make jokes but I can bare that, its just looking at him makes me sick.
His face is the ugliest I have ever seen, the horrors of his soul are streaked across that face. The lies, torturous sense of humor, all the things that make him ugly are written on that horrid face. It makes me sick to look at him, but his hands…make him better.
The hands that look as if they could heal the world's problems with just a single touch. I always ask myself, when alone in my mind…how can someone so horrible…have such beautiful hands? It isn't fair…and I find myself thinking that maybe he isn't so bad…maybe his soul speaks through his hands, and he just needs to be away from the rest to be his true self.
Feeling something bounce from my skull I glare up into his smirking onyx eyes and my mind crushes that thought instantly.
I see him turn away, going back to work, his pencil waving in the air echoing the words he is writing. How I long to be that pencil…to feel unmarred flesh grip me tight as it pours its soul into me.
Sighing I chuckle to myself as I ask,' How do I tell someone I'm in love with their hands?'
I shake my head as the bell rings and slowly rise from my desk, taking my belongings with me I walk past him swiftly. My heart stops in my chest when I feel fingers wrap around my shoulder. I know it's his hand…he may never have touched me before in my life but I have memorized every inch of those fingers and could feel the slight curve of his right index finger.
My eyes turn to see him smirking, god how I hate that face. I look down at his hands, not to hide my face from him as he thinks…but to stare at his hands and hopefully not let the rage takes me as he speaks.
"Hey…can you lend me some money, it seems I have forgotten my wallet today." I don't see it but I know he is smirking.
I roll my eyes as I nod…no use in arguing…he would win anyways. I hand over a few bucks "Good boy." His hand pats my shoulder as he walks away, I feel myself shudder.
"How I want to make love to your hands." I whisper out loud, no one is in the room.
As I exit I notice his pencil on the desk. One token I can have…knowing it has felt the soul of god's right hand. I tuck it safe in my pocket and walk out the door, this time a smile playing on my lips.
a bit later during the day
Walking through the hall I feel my faint smile fade as a head of raven hair nears me. A slight annoyance scratches at the surface of my thoughts. Not wanting to deal with the bastard I open the door to the utility closet next to me and scurry in. The door silently clicks shut behind me as I feel my way forward.
The only light in the small room seeps in from the crack below the door. With wide eyes I see a small student desk about 3 feet away, the walls covered in cluttered shelves, bottles litter the floor in front of the shelves as buckets, mops, and brooms take up the remaining space.
Slowly, cautiously, I make my way forward my feet sliding in front of me to kick any object that wishes to trip me. My hands out stretched before me to keep my balance. I freeze as I hear the metallic hum of the door clicking open.
Whipping around I knock a bucket over as my arm comes up to guard my eyes from the now blaring light pouring in from the open door. The door gently shuts again and the light becomes a soft tickle once more.
I try to blink my vision back as I hear the soft steps of someone approaching. Their breathing soon echoes in my ear as I feel whoever it is near closer. "What do you want?" I call in a deep voice as I see my vision become clearer.
"That's not the question that should be asked moron…the real question is…why are you in a dark closet…on the other side of school…where hardly anyone ventures…after school hours.?" My heart constricts as I recognize the voice.
"Bastard." I growl as I lean forward and glare, not that he can see it…but it makes me feel better anyways.
Before I can utter another word a hand comes up and cups my cheek. I gasp in shock as the smooth uncalloused fingers gently trail down my jaw. In that small amount of illumination I see the features of his face, no smirk, no glare that foretells a series of horrific days spent hiding, nothing but a soft stare with a look of need in his eyes.
For a moment I loose myself, my hate, my rage, everything that I had held for him as his eyes stare into me…looking me up and down not as if I were a slab of meaningless meat there for the taking…but as if I were something…something he needed…and wanted.
A strange feeling coils in my stomach as his fingers slowly trail down my neck, his eyes follow. I can't tell what I should do next, my body is pulsing with confusing emotions as his other hand cups my cheek, his fingers weaving in my hair as the other arm wraps around me and pulls me in.
His lips meet mine; his eyes slowly close as mine stay wide with shock. Gently his lips move against mine as his fingers grip my back. I moan at the pressure as my eyes hood slightly.
I feel my shirt lift in the back as his hand enters, slowly his palm slides up my back as his fingers gently pulsed against my skin. His other hand moves from my face and quickly takes hold of the bottom of my shirt and pushes up. I feel his hand glide across my chest as my shirt is being lifted up…then off of my body.
With my mind swimming I can hardly think…his hands attack my newly exposed skin sending me farther into a bliss filled state of unconsciousness. With his lips still holding mine I gasp as his tongue runs along my bottom lip. As my lips part his tongue takes the opportunity to slowly dive into my mouth.
I feel his arms pull me closer as his hips grind against mine, a rather large bulge rubbing against my still raising member. With a new sense of realization I shove the bastard off of me and stare at him in shock. His expression looks at bit hazed, shocked, and mostly confused. I step back until my butt hits the small desk. I hold up my arm and point.
"What the hell is this all about?! You stalk me into a broom closet and then make out with me?! What part of our relationship do you not understand?? I HATE YOU! And You Hate me!!"
Sasuke's brows furrow together as his fists ball, "I never said I hate you dobe." he growls, taking another step toward me. My hand comes up and blocks him from stepping closer.
"Well I hate you teme." I growl. I watch his eyes narrow, his arm comes up and fingers quickly grip my outstretched arm and rip it down to my side as he steps closer, his body now pressed against mine again; almost nose to nose.
"Why?" he hisses, eyes glaring into my own as his fingers tighten their grip on my left arm.
"Get the fuck off me Sasuke...now!" His other hand grips my right arm, iron clasp on both arms rending me motionless, "Or you'll what?"
I tilt my head, a smirk playing on my lips as I narrow my eyes, "Or this." My knee jerks up violently and jams into his crotch. I watch his eyes bulge with shock just before he releases me. He falls to the ground as I step around to stand next to the door. I reach down and pick my shirt up, quickly pulling it on. I turn and see him on the ground, holding himself as he bits his lower lips.
A stream of curse words pouring through his lips. "You know... I have put up with you this long Sasuke but no more, Get your own fucking money, and find some other person to kick around like some damn play thing...don't ever touch me again or even look in my direction...say one more thing about me and I will kick your ass."
Balling up my fists I turn and open the door before I do any more harm to him. Stomping down the hall I feel my heartbeat slow as I see the exit, my rage slowly dying down but still churning in my stomach. I blink slowly as I hear the door behind me open and what sounds like awkward slow steps and heavy pants. I smile as I push the door open.
"Dobe wait!" the words are harsh, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end as my eye twitchs. I turn slowly with my head tilted, a deadly glare plastering my face as my fists ball up tighter. He is hunched forward slightly with his hand gently holding his nether region.
"What the fuck do you want Sasuke?" True my whole life I had been labeled a nerd, a cast out, a social drop out even though I never figured out why but I'm not some fool and my fighting skills are more then well known being that I've been taught to Box since I hold shuffle my feet and not many people messed with me, they just ignored me as if I wasn't there.
The fact that Sasuke, my number one problem, was suddenly showing interest in me kinda throws me for a loop. I had played bitch to him for so long mainly because I couldn't bare the thought of hurting someone with such beautiful hands, and also out of respect for my father who is a business man who frequently has to deal with the Uchiha's and I don't really want to be the reason a deal goes sour.
"Naruto..." He paused as he straightened his shoulders and looked me square in the eyes as his teeth ground together. "I may have always been a jerk before, but now...I'm not gonna stop coming after you until I get you, until I make you mine."
I felt my control start to snap as I glared forward, not even bothering to comment knowing that if I did I would most definitetly not stop until the bastard was unconscious or worse, I whipped around and stomped off.
'What the hell is the matter with him? This doesn't make any sense...one minute he is all bastardly and an ass the next he is all over me and is making sure I know that he is gonna try and rape me everyday...What the fuck happened to him?!'
I slammed the door to my car and peeled out of the parking lot, making my way home, thoughts swirling in my confused mind.
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Authors note:
I had stopped writing this story on AFF and such because reviews and emails were starting to piss me off. Don't tell me who the uke should be (no that wasn't the big problem there but that is a big problem here everyone on FF seems to think that there is one uke and one seme and I HATE that). I almost deleted this story (my favorite story of my own by far) because people were getting too bitchy about it. So PLEASE don't make me regret starting this story up again.
To those who also have read on AFF, yes I plan on starting the story back up even over there cause I think you all have calmed down since the last time I updated.
As a small token of my trust in you all not to turn this into a load of crap I'll tell you how this story got started . When I was still in school there was a guy in one of my classes with absolutely beautiful hands and I would always stare at them like 'how the hell can his hands be so beautiful?!' but I loathed the owner of said hands...he was an ahole and many other things, his face even screamed AHOLE...he had beety little eyes that were always smirking and you just /knew/ that he liked to be an asshole...so one day in that class I started writing this XD That was so long ago...anywho yeah thats how this started. and yes I have a bit of a hand fetish.
Hope you enjoyed or something! Nice reviews are always greatly appreciated!
Later!
