AN : Hello, once again, minna! I return with the second installment of Friends With Benefits!
And must I say, holy shit, my inbox blew up so fast! My first review was around thirty minutes after I posted the story! I have about twenty four in total, and only for one chapter! Thanks, guys, you really made a depraved, broke, soon-to-be-college girl very happy. :)
Disclaimer : Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto, not me. If I had any of the money he has, I wouldn't be attending a community college :-P
Rating : M
Warnings: Contains strong language, awkward sex, humor, Sasuke being a prick, sex, dry humor, awkward budding romance, sex, more humor, and even more sex.
Friends With Benefits~*
Summary : Romantically retarded Sasuke and Naruto both realized that sex without emotions involved was the perfect way to not deal with with the stress of dating. So they are now both determined to accomplish this... with each other. SasuNaru. AU. Humor.
Chapter Warning:Contains yaoi lemons, shoujou-ai, some het, Sasuke being a prick, anger, violence, a Sasu/Naru/Tema fight, and like every good Romance/Humor fic, we need some ANGST! But don't forget the fluff, and the hilarity that ensues afterwards :)
Oh, and there's quite a bit of yaoi incest here as well... for my 'Cest fans out there, the ending of this chapter's for YOU! :D
Song Listening Inspiration For Sasuke And Temari : "Girlfriend" By Phoenix
"Tired out, not a miracle in days,
Deciders for the lonely,
Whispering tears...
You try out for nothing then you drop dead,
Not a miracle in years,
Leisure for the lonely,
Whispering unnecessary unless you're in...
Die and succeed...
I say it out loud but you just don't care,
Farewell, til you know me well...
Farewell, til you know me well...
Girlfriend..."
Not Beta'd : Ignore the grammatical errors, please!
Second Go: In Which Sasuke Should Have Just Hung Himself...
#$%&
Dialing the memorized digits, the blonde waited.
Ring...
Ring...
Fucking ring...
"The caller cannot be reached. Please hang up, or retry dialing the number-"
Retry.
Dial.
Ring...
Ring...
"The caller cannot be reached. Please hang up or retry dialing the number again-"
"Damn it, teme, pick up. Fuck, I could be dying, and you would, like, never even know, dattebayo!"
After boundless, utterly superfluous attempts at getting in contact with the bullheaded raven, Naruto then proceeded to decimate his phone with his foot, simply because he actually wanted to cry in frustration but Kyuubi had called him a crybaby, so he saw to prove his bastard brother wrong.
Wrong thing to do.
"Ffffffffuuuuuucccckkkk...!"
An ardent explosion of pain shot through his little being and he jumped back, determined not to scream like a little girl that just got her pigtail pulled.
He did anyway.
Wiping away stray, extremely manly tears of pain, the blonde then looked down as to why his wondrous, god-like foot was just assaulted.
Oh right.
He was barefoot.
"Everyone's against me today, 'ttebayo..." He swore, before rubbing at the now wounded under-skin. Fine, he'd murder his frog phone later.
Why won't he answer? Naruto thought, pouting. Sasuke always answered his phone, even when the blonde had called shrieking one day at three in the morning that he had a spider in his bed, and demanded the Uchiha come to his dorm four flights up and check it out. In actuality, the 'spider' was in fact a thread from his pillowcase, and Sasuke made sure to shove his foot deep up the blue eyed male's ass for that, especially considering that was the only day Temari wasn't busy and slept over.
Bah, who needs her anyways? He frowned. He disliked seeing Sasuke upset, especially when the enormity of his negative mood stemmed from her in the first place. Sasuke really loved her, and still did, but nothing good came out of stressful relationships.
The blonde then grimaced when realized that the older, dark eyed male was the only source of his cognitions lately. Ayame hadn't crossed his mind since she'd promptly told him to go fuck himself with a steel pole when he had visited her at the ramen shop three hours after she had dumped him, to ask if she was kidding about breaking off their jubilant three months of romantic exuberance. Her hair was still wet from the rain and Naruto almost sworn he saw steam brewing from her ears.
"I still don't understand why she dumped me..." He maundered to himself, maybe she just couldn't handle having such an awesome boyfriend and felt insecure around other girls. After all, he was a colloidal buffet of blonde goodness. And women wanted him. Lots of women. Beautiful women. Of all shapes, sizes, and colours. With curves, and boobs and stuff.
Yes, that was it.
That was definitely it.
"Yeah, right, dobe. As if women like that would fight over your dumb ass..."
Naruto glared. "Shut up, teme."
"No good comebacks, eh, Usurantonkachi?"
Ocean eyes narrowed. "I would have more comebacks, but I left them all in your mother's mouth!" He growled. Ha! Take that!
"Ooooooh, that got me right in the heart, dobe..."
"Damn it, you asshole, I-"
Wait.
It had actually taken Naruto a couple of brief moments for his mind to formulate that the abstruse Uchiha was in fact, not in the room at this present moment, and the blonde had actually been conjuring up the entire conversation. Rather badly, now that he realized it, he didn't even try to make the older male's voice the deep, velvety baritone that always graced itself upon the blue eyed male's godly eardrums.
Damn it, mocking the teme isn't even fun unless he's here! He lamented to himself. With a shrill growl of antipathy, he jumped up, his blue gem eyes alight with measureless determination. "That's fucking it, 'ttebayo! I'm gonna go find the teme and kick his pale ass!"
Jumping up, he slipped on his daunting carrot orange hoodie, and equally magnificent, orange low-top sneakers and threw the door open, determined to hunt down the so-called "dark haired epitome of majestic sexiness" that was his best friend.
It would be a dangerous mission, he decided. He would have to search far and wide, conquering obstacles, ravishing sinful women, and fighting off dragons and other dangerous debacles in order to reach his companion. As far as he was concerned, Sasuke had been kidnapped by the dreaded two headed demon dog, Cerberus, and it was all up to Naruto and his awesome blonde hair-dedness to retrieve him from the flaming tower of doom-
brrggghhh.
-Uhh, well, right after he got some ramen.
#$%&
"I'd like to say thank you very much and good night, I'd like to say peace. yeah, and happiness, happiness, yeah happiness..."
"Music died the moment you did, Hendrix-sama..." Sasuke mumbled behind his cigarette. He sat, cross legged against a random tree, headphones dangling from his ears, as the left handed god of all gods filled them to the brim. Sure, he was old fashioned, but old school musical talent sure as hell beat the new school garbage that Naruto and Kiba listened to by a milestone. Seriously, An Cafe? G-Dragon? What the fuck?
But enough of that.
Today was, dare he say, exalting. He didn't have his class with woman stealing Nara or leader of the Sasuke fan-club, Ami, his father had hot, scalding coffee spilled on his lap-
Input Sasuke smile.
-And he hadn't seen runny mouth Uzumaki all day either. Now, Sasuke never fit the class of those who ran from their botherations, when shit hit the fan, Sasuke was always well equipped with an umbrella.
But this was a differential of the utmost colloidal degree.
His... liaisons had been different with the blonde before.
Sleep had definitely been a formidable opponent last night, he decided, it already had been hard to sleep over the weekend, but it became even more damnable since that blabbermouth had voiced his too true feelings of the matter in front of his circle yesterday. Rather explicitly, actually.
It took all of his might to obstruct the coloration threatening to tinge his milk pigmented skin the minute the blonde imbecile open his damned mouth. He somehow doubted that Naruto would have given his name away, but still, the abashment was still felt when he heard his companion speak on about his skills in the bedroom. Anyone else can brag about how remarkably errorless he was as a flame, hell, he'd smirk at the boost of his already industrial sized ego, but this, this was disparate. This was fucking Naruto. The blue eyed, short, skinny little exasperation who only dined on ramen and cried for every little thing, the one that picked fights with him for nothing, and chased everything with a vagina-
-And gasped, and cried out and clawed, and arched and came and ruined Sasuke's ostentatious, costly shirt-
Futzing with his lighter again, he relit the neglected fag and inhaled in the cancerous gas, slowly before exhaling it out.
It didn't help.
"Fucking hell..." He maundered, once his obsidian eyes spotted familiar pink-and-blonde. In fact, the familiarity of the pink was what sent Sasuke's stomach lurching.
Now, he did not hate Haruno Sakura in any way, that hate was saved for Itachi, it was just her... existence that embittered the dark eyed male. How dare she call herself a woman? Seriously, she had nothing, she had breast like a ten year old boy, no curves, no ass, nothing, just... just fucking forehead.
His acerbated eyes took in the scene, Ino's taller, curvy frame against the lithe, tiny frame of her inamorata as they shared a kiss-
Input Sasuke glare.
-until Ino muttered something and Sakura's normally emerald eyes darkened.
Huh, Sasuke mused, it almost looks like she's going to-
Wham.
Had Sasuke not have been the master of the obscuring his ardor from humanity, he was sure he would have been doing cartwheels.
The busty blonde stood, rooted to the ground, glaring vehemently down at the shrieking pinkette, completely unimpaired by the intensity of the probably ear-ringing slap that had just been delivered to her face.
The yelling ceased, and to Sasuke's sadistic enjoyment, the much smaller young woman began to weep, smacking away Ino's hand when she reached out to her.
You cry when the going get tough? The raven scoffed internally. You wouldn't last a day in my 'hood, pinky, let alone my house.
And it was true, the only one allowed to show that they actually felt was his mother. The Uchiha mansion was just fucked up like that.
With a sudden surge of power, Ino rushed forward and grabbed her, and Sasuke mentally munched down on popcorn.
Or at least until his almost swain smashed her mouth against the other's.
An umbraged glower found its way on the raven's comely face.
What the fuck was this, Gone With The Wind? How did it ascend to an almost Mike Tyson brawl, then descend to making out again?
Resting his head back, he was now piqued with himself for anticipating a fight in the first place. Some friend he was.
It was already dolorous being in love with two different women.
Now even more so that said women both don't want him.
His cigarette fell, uselessly to the grass.
It was then that Sasuke realized that everything sucked major donkey balls.
"My life's a fucking farce..." He digressed, before getting up and dusting off his slacks, 'Eleanor Rigby' playing on deaf ears.
Checking his cellular phone, he checked the time. Two hours until his next class.
He cruised en route to his university building, deciding he would continue to ignore everyone's frantic phone-calls and study for his Linguistics exam, he was already fluent in English, Italian, Creole, and Icelandic. So far, his future as an international information broker seemed eminently bright.
However, it seemed the French language took a liking to pinning him down and raping him up the ass.
What's that phrase again? He grunted, almost expecting his cognitions' rebuttal. Bonne nuit? Fuck...
With diffident thoughts of Itachi shoving French fries down his throat in order to help him 'study', Sasuke's focus set adrift, and didn't notice the dangersome aura a few feet from him until it was too late.
"Sasuke."
Stopping, he turned as haltingly as he could fease.
No.
No.
Nonononono-
"Temari." Spilled from his lips, short and clipped.
He paused his current song, and looked her over. In the four or five something days he hadn't seen her, and she looked ten years younger, her normally conservative attire was replaced with her loose curled hair, form fitting purple dress and heels.
"I see you disregarded wearing actual clothing today." He said, a vehement undertone in it. Sure he was being petulant, but what the hell, wasn't dumping him and jumping on another smart asshole's cock enough? What else could she possibly do to fuck with his already brittle psyche?
Her teal eyes sharpened. "Do not anger me today, Uchiha." She retorted, crisply.
Last name basis now, He sighed, Fuck, that hurt alot more than I thought it would...
"Look, alright, Inquisitive-san, I'm fucking busy, yeah? I don't need any tiresome colloquy to prevent me from continuing my day, that you in fact, ruined. Now speak your baseless fighting words, and allow me the amenity of keeping it pushing."
If Temari didn't pimp-slap his ass to oblivion, he would have done it to himself! He was supposed to have capacious amounts of self control at his disposal, his father would roll around in his grave if he heard Sasuke ever speak that coarsely to anyone, let alone a woman, especially considering that his father was very much still alive.
Much to Sasuke's chagrin, she just shook her head. "You'll never change, will you? You're...piteous."
Stiffening, illimitable, boundless eyes narrowed to slits. "Excuse me?"
Temari isurrected the malignant question with ease. "You'll never change, and you'll stay reprehensible, and loathsome, and abhorrent, and lurid-"
Wait.
Sasuke was starting to get dizzy, this blatant, pent up information too exorbitant for him to take at such a rapid rate. "Hold on, wh-"
Abased once again, Temari spoke, her attitude grating the Uchiha's already delicate nerves. "And you're so repugnant and detrimental and nocuous-"
It was then that Sasuke found his wayward voice, his eyebrows twitching in annoyance, every word she spit from those comely lips of hers hitting him harsher than he anticipated. "Did I really just pause off 'Smooth Criminal' for this?" He voiced out, its usual insouciance adrift. "Goodbye, Temari."
With that he turned, to swagger crisply away from his ex flame as abroad as he could fease. Being abreast to her was the equivalent of ripping off each of his fingernails.
He had managed to place exactly one earbud in his ear, before that infuriating, lovely voice of hers rang out again.
"Why don't you want me back?!"
Desisting his footsteps, it was then that he turned back around, even his almost torpor attitude damned to hell.
Temari's usual dispassionate eyes were lit with raw emotion, her mascara smudging. It was then that Sasuke had finally seen her supposed in-tact demeanor in splinters.
This wasn't a game anymore.
Temari was crying.
"What do you want from me, Temari?" discomfiture embedded in his voice as if it were stabbed there. "What the fuck do you want from me?"
"I hate you!" She shrieked. "You are the bane of my existence! Why do I even love you-"
"That's right." Sasuke mocked. "Let it all out. I'm the utter most abominable beau in this side of the universe, aren't I? Well, why don't you tell me why you really dumped me then while we're at it-"
"It's because of that blonde!"
Freezing up, he glowered down at the heaving, blonde bombshell. "For fuck's sake, Ino is a fucking lesbian, don't you see her tonguing down that girl over there, they're like six feet away from us-"
"Not her..."
Puzzlement made its merrily way onto the beautiful Uchiha's features. "Come again?" Sasuke rasped.
Temari then proceeded to glare at him like he just ruthlessly slaughtered seven kittens. "Not. Her. Him." Her voice descended to an antipathic hiss.
Sasuke then stared as if she'd suddenly grown a third breast. "What does Naruto have to do with-"
"You know what he has to do with it!" And damn it, she was screaming again, her anger crackling down to abjection. "As long as he continues to coincide with you, we will never be what we once were...does that mean anything to you? He will always get in the way of us...you understand that, don't you?"
"This is ridiculous." He groaned.
She narrowed her drenched eyes. "You would leave in the middle of the night for him, you moved from Oto to Konoha for him, and you turned down your acceptance of Hebi University to attend here, because he was too of an imbecile to have decent grades-"
"Watch your lip." Sasuke suddenly hisses, making her flinch. The only one who can bash the idiot is me, He nodded to himself.
"Will there ever be anything I can do... for me to ever be of higher priority than him?" She sobbed.
Before his brilliant mind could formulate a decent rebuttal to those words, her soft, tear-drenched lips found his.
He kisses back.
She tastes like sadness.
And smells of fags.
...Temari doesn't smoke...
Ripping his mouth from hers, he almost makes her stumble, the revulsion in his limitless eyes evident.
"You even smell of him." The raven snarled. "The fucking nerve of you to even-"
"Come to Suna with me." Temari then pleads suddenly.
Jaw snapping shut, the spiky haired young male stared, aghast.
I would do fucking anything to escape from this extraneous bullshit right now. He growls to himself.
Growing weary of her tiresome, bipolar palaver, the Uchiha was about ready to burst and strangle the ever loving shit out of his ex. Where did she get off with these mixed messages? Every inhabitant in the earth knew that Uchiha Sasuke's emotions were never to be toyed with.
Civility and docility be damned, he was a hair away from an assault charge.
"Sasukeeeeeee!"
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck fuckfuck.
No.
Fucking. NO.
He could handle Temari's psychotic, mental breakdown, but not-
"Oh, God, no..." Sasuke lamented.
Only one person on God's green earth yelled his name like that.
He turned, his back to his watery-eyed inamorata, to face the angry pair of sapphire eyes he'd been trying to forestall from seeing.
Alright, He thought, there's a tree right over there, if I sprint fast enough, I can make it to the tree and hang myself... However, I am missing a key component... a noose...fuck, well, my necklace can suffice, I suppose...
Heaving out a deep, ragged sigh, he trudged to the explosive, choleric blonde. Behind him, he heard Temari again.
"It's rare that people find their soul-mates in this earth, Sasuke!" She cried, softly. "Are you really going to give up a stable future with me for him? You can't follow him for the rest of your life, you know that! He'll get married, and he'll move on, and you won't be of importance to him anymore! Can you unequivocally tell me he's worth it...?" The last few words descended to crackled whispers.
Gritting his teeth, a wave of misplaced acrimony washed throughout his entire being. It only ascended tenfold once he reached the babbling, lithe blonde.
Naruto obviously did not pick up on the malignant aura his companion had, and was determined to tell the Uchiha off.
"Teme, how dare you ignore my calls! I even called my cousin to ask where you were, and she was all like 'Child, please, I ain't his keeper!' why do you even hang out with Karin? She is such a bitch, 'ttebayo! But anyways, I am so fucking mad at you, you prick! I know you got my sixty six phone-calls! I could have been kidnapped and shit, and you would, like, totally been unaware! You gotta be more responsible, like me, dattebayo-"
With a sudden surge of expedition, he fisted a handful of curled, blonde spikes and lifted the smaller blonde's head, until they were nose to nose.
Destitute eyes uncharacteristically alight with odium, Sasuke's next words were maundered against, plush, startled, trembling lips.
"Stop. Talking..." It was a demand, and it did not contain the slight bit of playfulness it usually did.
Roughly letting go, the Uchiha stalked off, passers by smart enough to move out of his way.
Naruto was, in short, a debacle. What the fuck happened? Sasuke was never malicious to the blonde no matter how much he went on about. Looking over to the direction the dark eyed young male came from, he spotted Temari-a very scantily clad Temari-but Temari nonetheless. He almost flinched when her already hard eyes almost crystallized from the immensity of vehemence she put into her stare. With a sniffle, she stomped away, leaving the overly curious blonde no choice but to investigate.
Even if Sasuke wanted him to, or not...
#$%&
When did today turn into such shit?
Sasuke, with his costly, ostentatious Yohji Yamamoto combat boots, smashed into his door, sending it flying open, however it did nothing to dispel his enmity. Once he reached his temporary sleeping quarters, he sat onto the borrowed bed, and lowered his head, running both hands through his hair, he exhaled hard enough to almost leave him boneless.
Did the enormity of his life really circle around the blonde idiot?
Sure, it was true that he traveled cross country to move to Konohagakere, would jump up at all types of night if the blonde asked him to, and turned down an acceptance to an Ivy League school to attend this crappy, public university filled with dick-head kids who didn't want to do anything with themselves, because his blue eyed counterpart's grades were only accepted here, but it didn't mean anything.
It did not mean that he placed Naruto above anyone else.
Even the cognition of the Usurantonkachi being number one in Sasuke's life was laughable.
But even so... two, three, four years from now... a newly married dobe, with kids and a career, and enjoying life...
Without Sasuke...
Rising, he looked under his bed, and retrieved his desired object.
Decisions, fucking decisions...
#$%&
Taking an industrial sized gulp, blue gem eyes took in the slightly marred doorknob of his polar opposite's dorm room. A shaken hand clasped onto the cheap gold and pulled it open.
The apprehensive blonde sighed out a shaken breath, before stepping in. He saw Sasuke out and about with something, and decided to make his presence known. "T...Teme? uhh... are, you...y'know, still mad?"
Please don't hurt me, was what he really wanted to say, but Uzumaki Naruto was an extremely manly man, and tough, strong manly men didn't beg to be spared, even by their own best friends' ire. Surely, the blue eyed male had some dignity left.
"Quite the contrary..." Sasuke hummed, disconcertedly, folding up each and every article of clothing he had immaculately, with ease.
It was then Naruto knew something was askew.
"S...Sasuke?" The younger male murmured, taking in his companion's now queer surroundings. "What are you doing...?"
"Packing." The dark haired male said, short, clipped, and tonelessly.
"O-Oh..." Naruto then nodded, perking up a little. "You going away for the weekend or something...?"
Dissociated eyes finally found his. "Or something..."
The blond's delusive smile finally crashed and burned off his face. "What's going on, Sasuke...?"
Precluded dark eyes again. "I'm moving... to Suna.."
Beryl eyes widen.
Wait...
What?
"Wait..." Naruto started, "Sasuke, h-hold on, alright? Wh-why are you going to-"
"Temari and I are back together."
It was then the room became quiescent, taciturn, and eminently tense.
But...Konoha...and our friends...
And our agreement...
A slim, tanned hand tangled itself in fair curls. "I-I thought...I thought you and her-"
Abasing the blonde, Sasuke snorted. "Things change, Naruto, as do people..."
He then found his voice. "You c-can't just leave, teme! What about our friends? All of us?! We're good together! We're like... Fleetwood Mac, y'know? Except we're not all fucking each-other!"
Sighing in a blatantly malcontented fashion, Sasuke shrugs. "Shit happens, people move on..." Was all he maundered.
The almost lethargic attitude the raven sported made the fair haired male almost see red. "Is that to be said about me too. Don't you feel anything about leaving me behind?!" He finds himself screaming.
Ahh, yes, the anger...Sasuke muses, as an acrid smile finds its way tight on his face. He'd anticipated it, but nothing topped actually experiencing the usually jubilant fair haired young male's once in a blue moon indignation.
"Well, if the shoe fits, ne, Cinderella?" A grin of embitterment almost split his face in half.
This is the closest I've come to actually crying, Sasuke realized, his introspection now melancholic.
Naruto did not return the mocking upturn of lips. "This is not a joke, you asshole-"
"Isn't it, though?" Sasuke interrupted, his grin splintering as an acerbic chuckle escapes his lips. "I lose either way, do I not? There's never a median in this life, right? I've come to realize that I'm foreordained to fail, so why not? Why isn't it all a joke?"
Despite being damn near ready to tear his psychologically brittle best friend a new one, he allowed his face and eyes to soften. "What's wrong with you, teme? I thought you were happy here-"
Sasuke scoffed in response. "Happy?-"
"Happier..." The blonde corrected, dejected at the admittance that his counterpart was, in fact, not sunshine and lollipops like he deluded himself to think. Sasuke frowned in rebuttal.
"There's no prospect here, no foundation, nothing... besides, why do you care?"
Such a buoyant tone caused Naruto to freeze up, his eyes unblinking and wide.
Still, Sasuke went on. "Unlike you, Usurantonkachi, I think realistically of things, do you expect me follow you like an adrift, domestic pet, country to country, decade to decade for the rest of my existence? Do you really think we'll be best friends forever? You should remove your pre-pubescent rose-tinted glasses, and quit fooling yourself into believing that I'm actually important to you-"
BAM.
It was the sharp, caustic, sting that erupted from his cheek that brought Sasuke out of his temporary psychosis. Blinking slowly and digesting that Naruto had in fact slapped the living hell out of him, Sasuke came to, and looked down and saw, really saw the agony in those ocean eyes.
I am such an ass sometimes...Sasuke winced to himself.
"Naruto-" He started to say.
Acerbated, the blonde shook his head. "Don't bother..." he whispered, before curtly turning, and stomping off.
The sudden slam of the door told Sasuke painfully that the scene that just unfolded was in fact, actuality, and such made him slump onto his bed, his face buried in his hands as his thousandth sigh escaped him that day.
#$%&
Temari sat, one of her many textbooks scattered along the grass, her beautific eyes absorbing every word. She inspected her cellular phone again.
Sasuke should have disembarked from his dormitory room by now.
She sighed, before growing despondent.
I should not have let my mastery of my emotions unhinge in such a way, She grumbled to herself.
However, Temari was not a robot in which everyone's notions were preconceived to be.
She felt.
And she felt hard, goddamn it.
And seeing that little blonde boy doing by any means possible to show that Sasuke didn't need Temari was teeth-grindingly distressing.
She did not like Uzumaki Naruto, she decided. He was the bright yellow wall bulwarking Sasuke from anyone possessing his heart. And that kind of cultivation the young male felt for her ex/not ex was anomalous to say the least.
It was then her cognitions of dilapidating a certain blonde boy were ceased once she noticed her raven haired boy casually walking towards her.
She'd prepped herself for everything now.
One thing was for certain, she would not lose control of herself today.
He approached her, nodding his head to her, his mannerisms returned. "Temari."
"Sasuke." She offered. "Why don't you sit?"
"I'd rather stand." He asserted, no emotion evident in those illimitable eyes.
Ignoring the pang of hurt, she spoke again. "Have you decided?"
He nods. "Oh, yes, I have. I really, really have..."
A feeling of ambivalence danced in the pit of her stomach. "Well...? What is your answer?"
"My answer is..." He started. "...Go fuck yourself..."
Jaw tensing up, her eyes narrowed. "You'll soon realize that you are making an ample mistake, Sasuke..."
He snorts in response. "Perhaps..." He maundered. "But until then... once again... go fuck yourself...bye Temari..."
With that, he turns on his heel to strut away, Temari uselessly calling after him.
"He won't always be there, you know!"
"He won't..." Sasuke called over his shoulder. "But I will..."
He left the seething, busty blonde to sizzle in her own pot of karma, and headed to the recreational area, 'Immigrant Song' pumping in his ears.
Right now, he had a dobe to find...
#$%&
It took a few minutes before celestial, melanoid eyes founded the affable bushel of blonde tresses.
And from the looks of it, it seemed he was busy.
With who was the question.
The young woman was, rather beauteous in a 'You cheat on me, I rip your balls off' kind of way. Tall, with dark, almost cimmerian skin, a long nest of vibrant red hair, and an appealing, curvaceous body. She grinned brightly at something stupid the blonde had said, and pulled at the blue eyed male's wrist, before scrawling something down and swaggering away.
He approached the dobe, and watched in fascination and chagrin as the younger male's entire demeanor splintered into a cheerless scowl.
Kicking at the grass below his sneakers, Naruto averted his eyes. "Here to call me names one last time before you shove off for 'home'?" He frowned, dispiritedness eminent in his voice.
Smirking a little, Sasuke rolled his shoulders, his day already ascending now that the blonde was here to amuse him.
"Usurantonkachi...I am home..."
Disconsolate eyes went alight to its usual cerulean. "Y-you're staying, 'ttebayo?"
Oh, now his speech impediment makes an entry again... Sasuke thought, rolling his eyes. "Yes..." He grumbled, fighting off a smile as Naruto fought off a seizure of felicity.
Don'tjumponhimdon'tjumponhimdon'tjumponhim...
Ah, fuck it.
Pouncing on his much taller friend, he wrapped his arms around the raven's shoulders in a firm embrace, a dazzling grin lighting up his already winsome face. "Fucking A!" He cheered, in exuberance. "I would've gone nuts if you woulda left, dattebayo!"
"You'd miss me?" Sasuke smirked.
"I'd need you..." Naruto countered, pulling away. As he did, a flash of black met his eyes.
Shifting all of his weight onto one foot, Sasuke eyed his companion with insouciance. "Well, dobe, I saw you engaging in meaningful colloquy with a red haired woman. What was that all about?"
"O-oh..." Naruto stammered out, coloration tinging his cheeks. "Well, her name's Karui, and she was looking for her brother Killer B, she doesn't go here, then we started to talk and stuff, 'ttebayo..."
That caused Sasuke to quirk an eyebrow. Killer B? That buffoon was in kinship to a sophisticated, all together woman like that?
Then again, my older brother is Satan, so who can I judge?
He then grasped the blonde's wrist to inspect the neatly scrawled digits along the tanned palm.
A sinistral idea sent him smirking again. "Is this her number?"
The blush ascended tenfold. "Y-yeah..."
Deific, profound eyes twinkle with mischief. "Is this permanent marker?"
Puzzled, ocean eyes met his. "No, why-"
Without missing a beat, Sasuke brought the smaller male's hand up to his mouth, his expert, oh so experienced tongue glided across the scribble. The appalled gasp that escaped from the blonde made Sasuke's perilous upturn of lips escalade sevenfold.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned away and began to walk off, Naruto shrieking profanities while trying to salvage the now heavily marred ink. "Goddamn it, teme! Why'd you fucking do that, 'ttebayo? You just ruined my chance of possibly attaining true love!"
Not turning away, Sasuke spoke through his smirk. "Consider that the calamity of karma for slapping me earlier. You hit like a little girl by the way..."
Hearing the frustrated cry behind him, Sasuke was almost question-less that-
"Damn it, you asshole! Come back here so I can fuck you up!"
-Naruto would start chasing him.
Sasuke then picked up speed and sprinted, the little antagonized blonde behind him, steam brewing from his ears.
A genuine smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
This fucking dobe will be the death of me, I swear...
However, Sasuke preferred his life ending with a raging, blue eyed midget blonde in it, than without...
#$%&
Neither raven nor blonde could foretell when the unavoidable situation would transpire again.
It would betide again, yes, but never at this very moment.
BANG.
Naruto would have yelped like a kicked dog once his back cudgeled against the solid wall of his polar opposite's dormitory, if his lips weren't immersed with moaning or contending against the older male's own.
How it ascended from Naruto attempting to go Bruce Lee on Sasuke's ass, to descending to making out and blindly knocking the raven's valuables down in the haze of dominance, the blonde had no idea. But it had been a week since they first... did the do, and with seeing Ayame around campus with that taller, much more physically fit Aoi Roku-blah blah blah, and Sasuke pulling his disappearing act, the blue eyed male had been pent up...
But not because of Sasuke, no way.
He'd never... want Sasuke like that...
Ever.
So the main source of his sexual frustration has got to be his sweet, beautiful Ayame-chan...
Because he loved her so, so much.
Yeah, that was totally it.
Not Sasuke...at all.
Brought off the wall, Naruto's lips refused to leave Sasuke's, and as more exorbitant trinkets fell to the ground, Naruto's legs wrapped around the much taller male's waist as they sightlessly stumbled to the bed.
Heedlessly finding it with an impeccable retrospect, lips broke apart and the raven's mouth found sanctuary in the form of a certain blonde's throat, earning a soft groan of endorsement.
His arms pinned above his head again, it brought Naruto a bit out of his cloud of sexual obscurity.
"D-don't...forget... nnn... I-I'm still-ahh, pissed, a-aright, 'ttebayo?"
"Whatever..." Was the maundered words against his chest as Sasuke once again, proceeded to lacerate his orange chemise.
Flinging the repugnant thing over his shoulder, Sasuke's mouth lowered down the the tanned, blemish-less skin again, mimicking his ministrations from seven days prior.
Naruto glared.
Sasuke didn't care.
The feeling of accomplishment ascended thirtyfold once another groan emitted from gasping, plush, kiss-bitten lips.
Once again, he allowed himself to be miffed for a brief moment, still piqued by the lack of breasts.
"I truly do not think..." The Uchiha started. "I'll ever get used to this..."
"You're really fucking asking for it, aren't you, teme-aahh...", his breath was once again stolen out of his body as Sasuke's tongue flicked over susceptible skin.
Eyes squeezing shut, a bawdy moan escaped from comely lips.
C'mon, dignity, you can come along and help me any day now! The blonde pleaded to his cognitions.
"Aahh...mnn..."
Naruto at least wanted his arms free so he could bury his face in his hands, and scrape up the last bit of his masculinity, however Sasuke's intentions were crystal clear once he saw the raven's entrancing mouth de-escalade down to between his cloth covered thighs.
Oh fuck, he's going down there again...
Did it make Naruto any less manly if he admitted that he was joyously anticipating it?
Oh, well.
"Ahh...lower...almost... there..." Naruto pants out, without thinking, far too lost in the haze of euphoria to bother with anything otherwise.
Sasuke froze for a minute, his celestial, godlike brain trying to formulate exactly what had just betided.
Did he just... adjure me to go down on him?
Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatth efuckwhat-
The raven's mind was in disarray.
If that wasn't daunting enough, he made the industrial sized mistake of looking down.
Melanoid eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
Richard fucking Christ, Sasuke had a stiffy.
Off of his best friend's lewd, bawdy breathless command alone.
Color splashed onto his milk pigmented cheeks.
Now isn't this position familiar?, Sasuke thought in irritancy as he leaned up, to undo the blonde's zipper, before dipping his head back down.
The jeans slipped off with ease.
Again.
Then those repugnant orange plaid boxers...
Fucking hell...
Sucking in a shaky breath, Sasuke's lips parted, darting his candy pink tongue out to give an empirical lick, slowly dragging up, from base to tip.
With a sudden arch, an x-rated cry sent the blue eyed boy writhing.
"Fuck...!" The blonde gasped out loud, arching off the bed. It if was one thing the blonde would admit begrudgingly, was that his companion's mouth was fucking empyrean... no wonder Temari sojourned with his bastard best friend for so long.
All thought and the aptitude to form words were shot to hell, only the competence to moan and mewl and cry out stayed.
Talk about sensory fucking overload...
It was only subsequently Sasuke's second time... downing the dobe, however it disturbingly began to feel like he was just orally pleasuring any other girl, despite the two being anatomically different.
Engulfing the tip of the blonde's heated desire, he reveled in the cries of ecstasy that echoed off of his burrowed walls like gunshots.
"Nnn...haahh..." He gasps out, his hand darting out almost without his own permission, and gripped an ample, thick nest of raven tresses that lovely mouth for more of that sensuous, wondrous moist heat.
The blonde, in all honesty, just didn't want the raven to stop.
Sasuke's eyes went wide with disenchanting horror as his head was roughly gripped on and his mouth was shoved deeper onto the blue eyed male's arousal.
What the fuck? The Uchiha hissed in shock. The blonde was not small, and had Sasuke been someone else, he would have coughed and sputtered, but he was the lord of the emotionally impersonal, so he just settled for increasing his suctions and glowered up at the whimpering, writhing smaller male.
With an inaudible, shaking gasp, Naruto climaxes, and Sasuke's glare ascends tenfold as the blonde's essence trickles down the raven's esophagus.
Rising to a kneeling position, Sasuke absentmindedly licks at his soaked fingers. Once they are deemed untarnished, he grabs for his contraceptions.
He bites off the top, before pulling it out, now persevered to end this. He was still eminently horrified by the blonde's lewd behavior during the fellatio, and even more with himself since he became aroused by it.
Naruto's lips did not even spur a chance of parting, before Sasuke claimed them again.
His hands found Sasuke's shoulders, and the blonde's own breathless pants against those thin, insouciant lips were the only sound in the quiescent, borrowed space.
Sasuke, never the one to give a fuck about anyone's feelings, pushed into the blonde, not even caring enough to ease in.
Even though it was nowhere near as arduous as last time (this contraception had its own lubricant), it still fucking hurt. But, determined to salvage some of his pride, he grit his teeth.
"Fucking hell! That hurts, you asshole!" Naruto seethed. "Just make it feel good already, 'ttebayo!"
Grunting in response, a look of hesitance was in those boundless eyes. "Will do, captain." Sasuke mocked.
Naruto then proceeded to ignore the Uchiha. "Come the fuck on, I'm in paaaaainnnnn!" The blue eyed male continued.
Sasuke scowled. "Dobe-"
"C'moonnnn~" Naruto whined, obnoxiously. "Make me come, you bastard! Please?"
Sasuke ended up pinching the bridge of his nose to contend against red heat threatening to dust his cheeks. Does he not comprehend what it is he's asking of me? Oh my fucking god...
In irritancy, he pushed tanned legs apart to his chest, pulled out slightly before pushing back in as deeply as feasibly possible.
Anything to prevent the vulgar, discomfiting words that spewed from those damned lips of his.
Repeating the movements a few more times, to his immense relief, it sent him gasping and arching off the bed in aphrodisia.
Crying out to his heart's content, Naruto was secretly grateful the thick walls that were built in single dorm rooms, because these shameful fucking noises kept escaping him almost without his control.
"F...ahh...aster...aahh..." Escaped the hazy blonde, his blue gem eyes half-lidded and glazed over with euphoria.
Heeding to the blonde's jean-tightening begging, the raven picked up the pace, using his crony's throat as his own personal canvas.
"Aaahh...ah...aaaah...S...sa..."
If I didn't know any better, it sounds like he's trying to say my-
"S...Sasuke!"
Wait...
Jaw dropping, Sasuke stilled as the crying out blonde climaxes again. Sasuke does as well, once again, too disturbed to make a sound.
Holy.
Fucking.
Balls.
Through wide, unblinking eyes, Sasuke looked down at the panting, throughly ravished younger male.
If that wasn't stupefying enough, plush, swollen lips found his and slim tanned hands find his hair again.
Kissing back, he bit onto the smaller boy's bottom lip, while his hands traveled down the smooth stomach to in between those slim, tanned, trembling thighs, emitting an exhausted moan.
The fair haired male shuddered into the kiss, his companion's long, graceful fingers danced up his thighs, not even completely touching, and already he was getting another boner.
Still not in the right state of mind, or at least, that's what he deluded himself into believing, Naruto parted his lips to pant out. "A...again?"
Breathing just as heavily, Sasuke looked down at his own mini-soldier. "Yeah..." He muttered, before quickly smashing his mouth back on the blonde's.
With moderate movements, the blonde's raspy, hoarse voice emits much more wearisome cries, as Sasuke brings them to climax all over again.
When it was over once again, the blonde imbecile decided to open his mouth.
"So...am I gonna-"
Slapping a tired hand over those alluring, yet infuriating lips, Sasuke scowled. "No, you are not going to get pregnant. Now stop fucking asking, Usurantonkachi..."
"Oh..." The blonde whispered, embarrassed. "...Teme?"
"...Yes?"
"...You owe me a new shirt..."
Raising an eyebrow, Sasuke flashed the blonde his sullied button-up, that Naruto did not only climax on once, but three times.
"Ehehehe...touche, dattebayo..."
#$%&
Exactly fourteen hours passed since his...affaire with the blonde, and his celestial bliss has ended.
He now finds himself in business class.
Fuck.
He hates business class...
"Uchiha-kun, you are up next." Professor Ibiki asserts.
Rising from his seat, Sasuke collected his mid-term paper and walked over to the front of his classroom.
Hitting the lights, Sasuke then began to read out his assignment on the class projector.
"In today's economy, students with a major in business from an accredited school can be in high demand. Within today's business universities, students can chose from a wide variety of majors ranging form the traditional business and general business to more specialized degrees such as human resources, supply chain logistics and information technology. Modern corporations are complex organizations and seek a wide range of specialists to help them manage operations..."
It is then that Sasuke is being motioned to by one Nara Shikamaru.
The raven scowls.
Woman stealing, lethargic bastard...
Shikamaru points to his forehead repeatedly, looking determined to communicate with him.
"What?" Sasuke hisses/mouths to the ponytail adorning boy.
"Your face..." He mouths back.
It is then when Sasuke looks up at himself that he sees bright, glow-in-the-dark marker all over his forehead and cheeks.
NARU WAS HERE, DATTEBAYO was what it read, along with several little fish cake illustrations.
It was those invisible, only seen by UV lights kinds of markers.
Eyes alight with vehemence, Sasuke grits his teeth.
"I am going to slaughter that fucking dobe..." He hisses to himself.
#$%&
"Ahhh, today was a good day, 'ttebayo!" Naruto cheered in jubilance. He stretches his orange clad legs, and grins over to Kiba who stares at his beautiful, angelic crush, Hinata, in a melancholic fashion. "Don't worry, dog-breath, you'll get your chance!"
"No, I won't!" Kiba cried back, dramatically. "And it's all because of that guy!" He shrieks, pointing over to a man that was currently in deep conversation with the Hyuuga woman. His face was obscured by his waist length, chocolate brown tresses. Kiba then exhales in exasperation as the much taller male brushes his lips against the younger girl's forehead.
Insouciant to the brunette's dramaturgy, Naruto rolls his beryl eyes, and looks over to Gaara, who had for quite some time been looking over at the long haired male a few feet from them as well. "Eh? What's wrong, Gaara, 'ttebayo? Don't tell me you like Hinata-chan too..."
A smile twitched at his pastel pink lips, Gaara shook his head, remaining quiescent, his jade jewel eyes remaining on the stranger's back.
Ino squinted to look. "Hmm, that's a Hebi University bag, isn't it? What's someone from Oto doing in Konoha?"
Sakura pursed her glossy pink lips. "I don't know. Maybe it's a long distance relationship?" She offered.
Ino snorted in response. "As if that will last..."
Sakura punched her sweetheart's arm. "Ino! That is so mean to say!"
Kiba perked up. "No, no, that's awesome! Then she'll get tired of him and dump him, and then I'll have my shot! Thanks, Ino!" Grinning, the two exchange high fives and Naruto bursts out laughing at the pout on Sakura's baby face.
Suddenly, the air becomes apoplectic, and Sakura's emerald eyes widen over Naruto's head. "S-Sasuke-kun..." She whispers.
Naruto's laughter is shot to hell, and he haltingly turns to see the looming, cold statue that was the Uchiha.
Ocean yes are wide with alarm. "S-Sasuke-"
His words were cut off as he is grabbed roughly by the front of his shirt, and pulled off the bench. Yelping, he is then dragged away, struggling and spitting profanities by the taciturn Uchiha.
All the while, four pairs of eyes watch astoundingly.
"What do you think happened?" Sakura asked in a hushed whisper.
"I have no idea..." Kiba muttered. "But I have a weird feeling it has to do with markers..."
#$%&
Once again, Naruto found himself being flung onto Sasuke's bed like a useless trinket.
The blonde opened his mouth to yell at the Uchiha, but shut it once he saw the malignant look the raven haired male's eyes.
Standing over the blue eyed young male, Sasuke suddenly looked a thousand feet tall.
"Naruto..." Sasuke spoke, casually. "I must say, you really shamed me in class today...what do you have to say for yourself?"
Glaring, the blonde was determined to salve his nobility. "You got in the way of me and Karui's love! Consider that payback, you asshole!"
Undoing his button-up, and his belt, Sasuke tilted his head. "Oh?"
Naruto was then shoved back onto the bed, the taciturn Uchiha straddling him.
"If I were you..." The older male maundered against trembling, plush lips. "I'd start making amends now, dobe..."
"Uh..." Naruto stammered, parting his legs absentmindedly. "I'm sorry...?"
An acrid smirk danced onto Sasuke's face. "I will tell you now... this will not be fun..."
#$%&
Ayame curled a lock of long, chocolate locks as she walked en route to her new sweetheart's dorm. She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as she passed by the sixth floor to the stairs.
"Gaaaahhh...!"
Freezing up, Ayame allowed a hand to cover her gasping mouth. Sure, it was usual for men to bring lovers and swains to their dorms, but this one-
"F...uck...aahh...!"
-Was very vocal.
Ayame's entire face lit up with heat as the sharp cries rang out in the empty hallway.
Dark eyes darting around, she found herself walking more towards the obvious display of satiating eroticism.
Pressing her ear against the door, Ayame let her perverse curiosity get the best of her.
"S...ahh...Sas...uke, I s-swear-nnn...to god...I'll fuck...ahhn...ing make you pay, goddamn it!"
The moaned out, danger-less threats brought a giggle to the brunette girl's lips. It was funny how the girl wanted to look tough during intimacy, but crackled under the pleasure like the rest of them.
Smiling deviously, she saluted this 'Sasuke' person, and walked off, making sure to check her nose to ensure she wasn't bleeding profusely.
She could have sworn though, that voice almost sounded familiar...
"Nah..." She rolled her eyes at her own silliness, before heading to Aoi's dorm room, hearing those lewd, sexy cries got her revving to go.
#$%&
"I left my home in Georgia...
Headed for the Frisco Bay...
Cause I've had nothing to live for,
And look like nothing's gonna come my way..."
Sasuke sat, imperturbable as he lit a cigarette, now thoroughly satiated. Having exculpating all of his pent up aggression and affliction of the day on the dobe's body. nothing could possible mar his exalting day.
Knock, knock
Pausing off his music, he rose to walk to his front door. No one knocked on his door, so it was blatantly not any of his friends.
Throwing the door open, his eyebrows twitched, bracing himself for an annoying fangirl. "Yeah? Speak your peace or fuck off..."
"Is that any way to speak to your kin? I should turn you over my knee, Otouto..."
Stiffening, Illimitable eyes widened as he took in the much taller, and athletically built mirror image that was his older brother.
"Satan-" Sasuke stammered. "I mean, Aniki, what brings you here?"
The raven's reply was a dazzling, panty-dropping smirk that was saved for reporters and brainless women he was about to bed. "Why, can I not come and pop up and sojourn with my adorable little brother?"
Scowling, Sasuke wasn't having that. "How about said adorable little brother tell you to state your purpose or go and fuck off to the Himalayas or hell, or something... preferably hell... I seem to favor that option."
Looking over his nails, the enticing, always alluring long haired Uchiha's smirk widened. His crimson eyes glittered with mischief and it was then Sasuke braced himself for harassment, whether it was mental, sexual, or both.
"I am austere about turning you over my knee... And unless you are into public liaisons, I would suggest you change your tone, Sasuke..." As he spoke, his blood pigmented eyes sparkled with sadistic glee.
Sighing, he chose to have mannerisms, not because Itachi was older and deserved to be treated with respect, but because he was in fact, sick enough to sexually violate him in front of his friends. And the entire world for that matter.
"Darling aniki, smart, wonderful, handsome aniki... what brings you to grace your wondrous presence in my unworthy one?" He grumped, a sardonic smile on his face.
Scarlet eyes narrowed. "That is befitting, I suppose. Alas, dear otouto, I heard the news of you being promptly dumped and I am here to compel you to not decide to end your piteous life just because the love of your existence has thrown you away."
Fighting off the urge to throttle his elder kin, Sasuke snorted instead. "How...thoughtful of you..."
An immaculately sculpted eyebrow then rose and the malignant smirk returned. "So, tell me, otouto... what have you been doing to dispel your... urgency to be intimate...?"
Rolling his eyes, Sasuke murmured inaudibly to himself. You'd love the thought of me jacking off, wouldn't you, you sick bastard...
Shifting, Itachi tilts his head, suddenly perking. "Quickly, dress yourself. We are going to dine... at a place of our caliber, of course."
Pursing his lips, Sasuke nods. "Are you paying?"
That damned fatuous smirk again. "Are you willing to re-compensate in sexual favors?"
Sasuke glared. "Fuck off-"
"Sasuke, you son of a fucking bitch, 'ttebayo!"
Stiffening, the brothers watch as the back door is thrown open, one in disenchanting, pure horror, and one in curiosity, as the little blonde barges in, soaked to the bone, and only a scantily measured towel hanging low on his hips.
Naruto, far too livid to think properly, points at the startled raven and glowers in iration. "Do you know that I had to fucking limp to class, you prick?! My fucking pelvis is killing me, and it's your fault for being so rough-"
Celestial eyes widen in horror.
Insouciant eyes flash with perplexity and something.
"I swear to god, teme, next time, I'm on top-"
Oh, fuck no.
With an almost herculean speed, Sasuke scraped up all of his power into his right arm and hurled his philosophy textbook at the clamoring blonde.
It hit the younger male square in the forehead, and in shock and pain, the little fair haired teen squawked before crashing to the ground.
Heaving angrily, Sasuke almost dreaded looking back into those carmine, bastardous eyes of Itachi's.
Despite successfully shutting the younger boy up, an all knowing smirk danced upon his older brother's flawless features.
Claret eyes flickered to the injured blonde. "Hello again, Naruto-kun. It has been a while, has it not? Say, Sasuke-chan and I were en route to dine... would you like to join us?"
"O...okay..." The blonde whimpered from cradling his forehead.
A sensuous, secretive smile met Itachi's face. "I'll leave you two to... discuss your differences..."
With that, the tallest male turned curtly, and closing the door, but not before taking hold of his younger brother's wrist.
"Oh, and otouto?"
Sasuke frowned at the tone. "...Yeah?"
The smile returned. "...It's about time..."
Sasuke stared at the retreating back, before his jaw tensed with vehemence.
Naruto never had a chance to get up, because as soon as the door closed, Sasuke's size 13 boots were crashing on his stomach.
"You. have. the. biggest. mouth!" The Uchiha hisses out with each kick. "Did you even look around to see who else was here before you started your fucking palaver?!"
"Bastard!" The blonde yelped. "You just hate me cause I'm black!"
Rolling his eyes at the dobe's overused movie quote, he removed his foot from the blonde's stomach. "Oh, please. You're barely even brown, besides, that movie was overrated and not to mention tasteless..." He maundered, offering out a hand for the fair haired halfwit to take.
"Hater!" Naruto gasped. "Kiba and I love that movie!"
"You both would..." Came the uttered response. "Might as well get dressed, dobe, and fast... I'm not into being sexually humiliated in public because I took to long to get ready...
Blinking at the embittered, whispered words, Naruto looked over at the piqued Uchiha. "What did you say, teme?"
Shaking his head, the lethargic raven sighed. "...Nothing. Nothing at all..."
As the blonde dressed, Sasuke tried to entertain himself, and tried not to think of the very exposed, very vulnerable tanned skin his tongue and hands ran all over less than a day ago.
Freezing up, Sasuke then remembered his kin's words...
"Wait..." Sasuke murmured, perplexed.
What did Itachi mean by 'It's about time...'?
He couldn't possibly mean...
Looking over, he then snorted as the dobe tripped over his own feet and fell ungracefully onto the floor.
Shaking his head, his lips thinned.
Nah.
No way in fucking hell...
...Right?
#$%&
AN: Aaaaaaannnnnndddddd, done! Well, did you like it? Yes? No? Maybe so? :P
Well, until the boner-rific lemon scene, I absolutely hated this chapter. However, everything had to happen accordingly.
Sasuke's Chapter Playlist: Man, that boy loves music XD
Stepping Stone/Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix (12 Minute Version)
Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles
Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson
Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin
Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay by Otis Redding
If anyone has some 50's jazz/60's rock/70's metal songs to offer for Sasu to bump to, feel free to tell me!
Oh, and did anyone like the slight Uchiha-cest in this fic? I did *drool*, however ItaSasu is not a main pairing, so sorry 'Cest fans.
Oh, and to answer your reviewer questions:
One reviewer asks: 'Why didn't Sasuke, you know, prepare Naruto?'
a. Well, you see, dear. Sasuke is a dumb-ass who thinks he knows everything, if he would have continued to read the manga and not stopped after the fellatio scene, he would have known never to go in "that hole" without some form of lubricant, which was why Naru was in so much pain. Luckily, I made his pain laughable.
The same reviewer asks: 'I've never heard of Aoi (Ayame's boyfriend) Is he an O.C?'
a. No. I don't believe in using O.C's, there are waaaaaayyyy too many characters in the Naruto series to waste brain cells trying to create an O.C. Aoi Rokusho is the missing nin from Naruto part I, he wields the sword of the gods, and humiliates Sasuke by beating the shit out of him, furthering the want to go seek out Orochimaru.
Karui is also an actual character. She is the nin from Kumo that fights in the war in Shippuden. Sure I could have used a more relevant female character, but i dunno, there's something about red haired anime characters that I just adore 3
Reviewer Question: Since this is a ROMANCE/Humor fan, and love will eventually unfold, who do you think will be the first to fall, Sasuke, or Naruto? And if you can, explain why you think think person will fall first.
P.S.: Something is wrong with Temari. Can you guess what it is? If you guess right, you get Itachi wrapped up in ribbons covered in whipped cream! Now I know you want that! XD
Anyways, reviewwwww. Because if no one does, this shit's getting canned!
See you next time! (Or maybe not, it's up to the reviews...)
Ja Ne!
-SicklePickle