Contains lemonistic references
How's Hidan going to win over Deidara?
Sasuke groaned and rolled over, cramming his pillow over his head in the attempt to drown out the racket that Karui and Naruto were making in the room next door. Naruto's bed was rocking forcefully against the wall, causing all sorts of thuds and crashes that accompanied Karui's moans and yells. He never thought he'd hear someone in the world that was louder in bed than Itachi; he'd been proved wrong. On the bright side, Kisame now owed him fifty bucks.
He checked the clock; it was three am. He groaned again and sat up dejectedly. What was another three hours of sleep anyways? Noticing bags under his eyes as he turned on his light, he got dressed and collected his books to head to the all-hours library for a bit before class. The graveyard shift library staff had begun to get quite familiar with him in recent weeks, due to Naruto and Karui's apparent inability to keep their hands off each other. It was a good thing the library stocked coffee, or Sasuke would probably have fallen behind ages ago.
It was cold outside, so he pulled his jacket closer to him as he left the dormitories and headed over to the library. A single light was on outside, and there were only two people working. He recognised a few of the two dozen or so students that were busy studying; most of them Law students like himself with a heavy workload. A coffee was placed beside him as he took a seat on one of the comfy chairs, but he disregarded it in order to lay his head down against the back of the chair; closing his eyes in blissful silence.
"…I'll get you a blanket…" came the soft voice of the librarian, sounding a little amused and a little sympathetic. A few minutes later, Sasuke felt something warm being draped over him, and he instantly snuggled it up against himself, falling fast asleep to the peaceful sound of typing on keyboards and the soft rustling of pages turning.
All too soon, he was being roused by someone shaking him awake. He made a grunting noise and tried to turn over, only resulting in him sliding off the chair he was seated in and forcing himself awake.
As he blinked, bleary-eyed, he was nearly blinded by the intensity of a white-toothed grin that was gleaming at him from beneath a mop of extremely bright, blonde hair.
"What do you want?" Sasuke grumbled, rubbing his eyes and stretching, feeling his joints click and his muscles twinge.
" –And that's the thanks I get for coming to find you and wake you so you could get to class?" Naruto scoffed, hands on hips as Sasuke eagerly gulped down the new coffee that had been placed at the table next to him. He checked his watch and sighed in relief; he still had an hour until class. His relief quickly turned to annoyance when he remembered that Naruto was standing there, "Why were you sleeping in the library?"
"…Because someone can't keep their girlfriend quiet," Sasuke snapped irritably, getting to his feet and unstiffening his legs. Naruto chortled playfully.
"Not my fault she can't keep away from me," he smirked, "…And not my fault if I'm amazing at what I do." Sasuke rolled his eyes, flashing him a glare as he gathered up his things and made his way to the door, "Oh come on Sasuke, you're not mad are you?" The raven didn't deign this with a response, "Oi! Bastard!" Again, he ignored him and kept on walking, only to end up with Naruto's third tactic of gaining his attention; physical contact.
Arms were wrapped around Sasuke's waist and gripped tight as Naruto's cheek pressed up against the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, Sasuke!" he wailed dramatically enough for people to turn and look at them, "I'm sorry I'm having so much sex when you're not!" People around them began to giggle.
"Tch, get off, idiot!" he growled, trying to unlatch the blonde from himself and only causing him to grip harder, "Naruto, you're causing a scene." Naruto just chuckled, unlatched his arms and ruffled Sasuke's already untidy sleep hair before darting off before he received repercussions for touching the Uchiha. Sasuke just had to settle with glaring after the blonde before returning to his room to change.
Didn't Naruto understand that Sasuke was in a competitive course? He needed to be consistently at the top of his class if he wanted to get anywhere (and to avoid his brother's infernal teasing) and with the amount of sleep (or lack thereof) he was surviving on, he was in for a rough time.
Sasuke had sort of attributed his arguments with Naruto partly to his lack of sleep and partly due to the fact that Naruto was annoying as hell. He seemed to find great pleasure in singing awfully whenever they were both in the showers, or sit with him at dinner, or tried and get him to go out to a party; all of which ended in the two of them in verbal confrontation.
Things would only worsen when Karui showed up. She disliked Sasuke and showed it, though Naruto seemed completely oblivious to it.
And it was one morning that Sasuke woke up, having for once managed to sleep almost the entire night through; drenched in sweat and with a raging erection.
He remembered the dream he was having far too vividly, and had lain there in his bed, staring at the ceiling for quite some time, unable to process it.
He had been wandering into the bathrooms, headed for the shower when he had heard heavy, quiet panting and soft moaning above the sounds of the shower. He'd ignored it at first and just gone to his usual shower cubicle, only to open it to discover Naruto there, already showering. Sasuke's eyes roved over that tanned skin, eagerly drinking in the sight of the flushed, panting blonde stroking himself; a hand up against the wall to keep himself steady. Their eyes had locked, but Naruto hadn't stopped. If anything, his breath had grown more laboured and his cock grown harder in his hand. Sasuke, despite himself, had moved into the shower and dropped his towel. Naruto had moaned a little, and stopped what he was doing; turning to face the wall and one of his hands gripped at his own ass, pulling back the flesh to reveal the twitching ring of muscles more clearly.
"…I need you, Sasuke," he moaned, pressing one of his own fingers into himself deeply and his eyes closing in slight relief at the intrusion. His finger began pumping in and out steadily, soon accompanied by a second; stretching his hole; his face flushed and eyes glazed in lust. Sasuke had moved forward, crashing his lips against the blondes and erect cock sliding deliciously against the seam of Naruto's ass. At that slight contact, Naruto moaned throatily and pulled out his fingers; pushing back with need.
Sasuke had grasped those tanned, lithe hips tight and thrust into the blonde hard, not waiting for permission to continue as Naruto eagerly began rocking back and forth, impaling himself deeper each time, and his breaths coming out in laboured pants.
It had been while his dream self had been slamming relentlessly into the quivering Naruto that Sasuke was jolted awake and forced to wonder what the fuck.
He groaned to himself and wrapped a hand around his now-aching cock, sighing in pleasure at the sensation. True, he hadn't had sex since Naruto during summer –but that was normal; he didn't usually go out seeking one night stands…
And then he paused to think. If he didn't go out seeking one night stands –why did he agree to sleep with Naruto in the first place? Naruto had just wanted to see what it was like 'being gay'…why had Sasuke gone along with something like that?
That was when the penny dropped and he groaned in realisation. There had been something about Naruto ever since the first time he laid eyes on him; something unusual and attractive; something that had allowed him to become Sasuke's friend when Sasuke hated having friends. He'd allowed the blonde to get close despite himself –well, to be fair, Naruto had forced himself close…and now…now, maybe what happened over summer mattered more to him than he had initially thought…
This was not good. He could not 'like' Naruto. Sasuke Uchiha didn't do 'liking'. And yet as he heard shifting from the bed next door, he couldn't help fondly remembering when he had woken to find Naruto curled up in his arms, and despite himself, found himself wishing for it again.
Deidara scowled as he left the class, throwing yet another bouquet of flowers into the trash as he left; much to the devastation of the females in the class that had rather enjoyed watching him red-faced as a short girl with pigtails had delivered them to him personally. She'd even read the note out aloud; cutting out all the swearing that Hidan had probably automatically added. He had crumpled the card in his hands as soon as he had been given it, and refrained from hitting the girl over the head with the flowers as he had on multiple occasions.
Yes; multiple occasions. Hidan had currently sent him eleven bouquets of flowers of varying colours and impressiveness, sometimes with a note and sometimes without. No matter what, the girls that always seemed to deliver them practically squealed in delight while handing them over. Some of Hidan's notes had been probably what he considered to be compliments, including but not limited to;
'You're fucking sexy and so am I, so we make a great match' and 'You don't have a boyfriend; why not me?' Of course, when the girls in his class had found out that he was looking for a boyfriend, he had become 'the cutest thing, like ever'; much to his disgust.
The flowers weren't just the only thing he'd been sent either; chocolates –which he'd eaten; teddy bears –which he'd ripped the heads off; and even a mixed tape (CD) –that he had admittedly listened to and kept because he did actually enjoy the music –he had the feeling that Itachi might've sided with Hidan on that. Often his notes would contain times and places to meet him if he accepted the dates.
The most embarrassing by far though was the poem that had been recited by a drama student, (Deidara assumed that Hidan had written it). The drama student had gotten through;
"Blondie, you have one hell of an ass
But you ain't a hoe; you got class
We had such a good summer at the resort;
Like that time you let me fuck you raw…"
…Before Deidara had sprinted down to the front of the class amid chuckles and wolf-whistles and clamped a hand over the drama student's mouth and stolen away the poem; his face growing more and more red as he headed back to his seat in embarrassment, hoping that the ground would open up and swallow him, or at least that his heart would throw a clot and kill him; anything to not face this.
More recently, Hidan had changed his tactics. The (somewhat) cute gifts being sent had stopped, and in their place there were different gifts and different notes. The first of this tactic had read,
'Go out with me or I will fucking get these gift-bitches to recite detailed descriptions of how I fucked you'. Deidara had called his bluff and again, thrown out the note and accompanying gift.
It was therefore, to his absolute mortification that the next time he was delivered a message in class, the girl started with a blush, and a, "You didn't think I'd do it, do you, blondie?"
"'I remember the first time we made out'," she started, and his blood ran cold, "'Do you remember how after you fucking begged me to touch you, I jacked you off while we made out? What you might not know, and what everyone in your fucking class now knows is that when you were fucking done, I fucking licked my hand clean…" The girl only just seemed to realise what she had said, and flushed bright red as the entire class stared at Deidara, sniggering and bursting into laughter as he stormed to the front and snatched the note; leaving the class with as much dignity as he could possible manage.
The next notes were worse. There was a very detailed message about their rendezvous in the elevator –their teacher had forced the poor girl to leave the class before she managed; and then there was one from when they had been in the shower together…and each time, Deidara managed to get to the front of the class quicker to halt the delivery girl before she revealed mortifying details of his sex life; not to mention the noises he made or the things he'd said. Then, when embarrassment slash threats hadn't worked, he'd changed tact again.
Deidara arrived at his locker one day to discover a large poster with the words 'Please date me?' scrawled across it with a rose taped to it. He'd torn down the poster aggressively and stomped on it in frustration. The next thing he found was a banner hung in the cafeteria saying, 'Deidara: Dinner? Seven o'clock Friday night at The Golden Terrace', which he had just ignored and demanded that they pull down; actually paying people to throw food at. He didn't for a second buy that Hidan was actually intending on taking him on dates; if he even showed up, it'd be for a drink and then off to his apartment for a fuck…and Deidara was not letting that happen.
It had been a big surprise when Hidan himself showed up at class instead of one of the usual delivery girls.
"Come on," the teacher beckoned, not really looking up until she saw the strapping young man with platinum slicked back hair in a white dress shirt with the buttons undone low. He was holding a small package wrapped in gold wrapping paper with a red bow on top of it.
"Hey, I'm looking for fucking Deidara." Instantly, all eyes were on him; all automatically noticing the presence of the swearing in the sentence and wondering if this was Deidara's mystery man that seemed hell-bent on getting a date out of him.
"Oh, so you're this man we've been hearing so much about?" the teacher remarked, trying to sound casual but Hidan noted her blush, indicating that she had heard at least one message about their escapades.
"I have plenty more stories," Hidan smirked, looking slyly up the rows of seats to find Deidara up there doing his very best to ignore the man at the front and everyone around him. The blush on his face and furrowed brow indicated that he was doing very poorly, "Yo, blondie?" Someone nudged Deidara, and he irritably glanced up, looking incredibly unimpressed –but Hidan noticed that his eyes roved across his body; checking him out. That made him feel a bit better; even if he was getting consistently rejected by the guy; he still thought he was hot.
It was something.
"I have a present for you," Hidan called out, knowing that all eyes were on him.
"I don't want it, yeah," Deidara growled back, leaning back in his chair and letting his bang hang over one eye.
" –Please stop being so fucking stubborn," he sighed heavily, "Will you please come to a fucking movie with me? One date is all I ask –one proper date."
"Remember what happened the last time you took me on a 'date', yeah?" Deidara snapped, being bodily pushed from his seat to accept the gift.
" –Yeah, I fucked you in a kitchen, so what?" Hidan raised an eyebrow.
"You are impossible, yeah," the blonde snarled, snatching the gift from his hands and tearing off the paper to reveal a book by Nicholas Sparks.
" –Itachi said you like The Notebook…" Hidan tried to offer, but Deidara just thrust it back into his hands with a growl.
"Keep it," he snapped, "And stop with the flowers and the cards, and the posters! Just stop it!"
"Seven o'clock, Tuesday night, The Golden Terrace?" Hidan just replied, tucking the book under his arm with a slightly hurt expression crossing his features.
"No!" Deidara scowled, "I am not going out with you, Hidan! Get that though your thick head, yeah!" Hidan, unable to resist the chance, quickly leaned down and pressed his lips gently to the blonde's before pulling away; loving the shocked expression written all over Deidara's face.
"I'll be waiting," he assured him, before being met with a slap to the face and Deidara storming back to his seat, signalling that the confrontation was over. Hidan just saluted him playfully, rubbing his cheek and leaving the room to a chorus of 'awwing' and 'oohing' over the unexpected kiss and the probably-had-it-coming slap. Deidara just fumed and refused to acknowledge that yes he loved The Notebook and that his lips were tingling softly.
