Title: Write Me Love
Rating: M for later chapters
Summary: : Naruto's a determined writer whose interest in boy love fiction is just a lapse of insanity. Sasuke's the popular guy who's renowned for writing the very novel Naruto hates. Add in Naruto's fiendish devotion to Sakura plus one competitive, writing academy and KAPOW – we have AU sasunaru.

Repeat and Satisfy

The blond stuttered as he felt his back hit the wall. Had his best friend for ten years just.. Was Jack...Before he could voice the scrambled thoughts in his head, pale hands quickly grabbed his arms, painfully wrenching them above his hand. However, the pain was forgotten when warm lips trailed a path from the base of his neck to the sensitive spot just behind his ear. The boy bit his lip, trying to stifle the groan and the heat that was swirling between the two bodies..

"S-stop."

"You want it. I know you do."

Naruto gaped in mortification, unable to believe the words that his eyes were taking in. Crickets chirped outside while the slender boy's ankles nervously jittered, kicking the blanket pooled by his side.

"NO HE DOESN'T, YOU ASSHOLE! HE'S DOESN'T WANT YOU, BECAUSE HE'S IN LOVE WITH.. WITH WHATSHIFACE! THE ROOMATE! GAAAAHHH STOP TRYING TO SEDUCE HIM WITH YOUR IRRESISTIBLE LOOKS AND YOUR HOT BODY!"

He could feel every angle shoved against him and it was delicious, like warmth and heaven mixed together. It was so much, too much. Blue eyes widened in shock as a slick tongue darted out to lick his cheek.

Then the kiss. The searing, brutal kiss that left the boy moaning into lips that were violating everything he'd ever worked for. He could feel a tongue massaging into the side of his mouth, the lips, the roof of his mouth, with an almost dedicated intensity. Everything felt so good, so twisted. Even Jack's hands were working, stroking the blond hair then trailing under his shirt, brushing skin.

"N..no, I d-don't.."

"Shut up."

The body pounded into him, causing him to bang his head on the wall. Stars assaulted him until he felt hands pinch his nipples. God, why did it have to feel so-

Naruto pinkened.

-damn good. It was so wrong, everything was so wrong, but how could he resist? Soon, he felt strong arms pull the shirt off his body and they came together, bare chests sparking a heat that sent shivers all the way to his groin. A tongue sucked his own, barely putting pressure as it slid in and out, in and out of his mouth.

"G-God.. Just do it."

Lips curved against his own, before leaving bruised kisses on his chin, his neck, his chest. Hands were everywhere, causing different kinds of pleasure with each burning touch. Then he felt a warm, hot mouth sucking on his left nipple and a hand toying with the other.

"Oh God." He groaned, because he was in pure ecstasy, writhing and feeling the sweat stick between them.

Naruto blinked rapidly before looking around his surroundings guiltily. His heart almost caved when he caught a glimpse of pink.

"Sakura-chan, this is a pop-up! Yeah, an ad. For gay mansex. It-it just came up and gah I swear I don't know anything abou-."

Naruto abruptly stopped as he realized that the only thing staring at him was Kyuubi-kun's large eyes. He sighed before glancing at the clock and rubbing his watery eyes. He'd been reading story after story for hours now and all of them featured a thing called 'boy love.' Of course, Naruto being a rather stupid and oblivious Naruto, had decided hey why not – good a time as any to be tolerant!

And he hadn't stopped. Or taken a potty break. It was three in the morning for God's sake! Was this normal? (1)

Maybe he should. Uhh.. Stop, that is. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. I mean, who cared about

...the rough sound of a zipper and his lover's hands gripped the throbbing member, gently-

some stupid, gay, perverted thing! I mean, Naruto didn't even like reading about sex between a man and a woman! No way he'd go on reading.. Absolutely no, no, no way he'd continue reading this obvious, really really hot, porn.

Almost as if the computer were a sucking vortex, Naruto's sky-blue eyes slowly, ever so slowly, drifted back to the screen in front of him. And it wasn't long before he was lulled into that tingling feeling that bolted in his stomach, giving him really, really funny feelings and really good graphic images in his mind.

And finally...

Their bodies, naked under the cool air, intertwined. Pants soon gave way to shallow breaths as they lay together, marveling in all that had happened between them. The taller boy's heart tugged as he turned his head to gaze at the sleeping boyish face before him, and he couldn't stop from memorizing every lash, every inch of that beautiful skin. Surreal. Haunting.

Without knowing why, he whispered.

"You'll save me. I know it."

Naruto froze, unable to understand why every bone in his body had turned to useless mush. His feet had gone numb, it was near artic in the room, and he was fatigued.. But a warmth was spreading across him that it allowed him to forget his physical discomforts.

Then time decided to slam into the boy who made an 'oof' sound and almost fell out of his chair. With a nervous hiccup, he quickly exited the window then turned off the computer. So, yeah, ok, nothing wrong with a perfectly, normal, red-blooded male reading homoerotic stuff on the net. Nothing wrong. He was just... Expanding his horizons. I mean, didn't teachers tout that kind of stuff all the time?

Naruto suddenly felt an unexplainable urge to run up to Kyuubi-kun and explain to the adorable kitty that reading boy love didn't mean he was a boy lover. He loved Sakura, dammit! That was it. That was all. The fox-like boy blinked before hastily pushing himself off his chair. Nothing wrong with reading. Nothing wrong. Nothing wrong.

It wasn't until he'd finished stretching that he caught the faintest, but unmistakable, bulge in his orange, corduroy pants.

Naruto blushed hotly before gritting through his teeth, gaze aimed downwards.

"Note #435 to the best author in the world: This. Never. Happened."

Naruto was seeing things.

The boys around him were oozing a certain appeal with their disheveled uniforms and lazily fixed ties. In Naruto's past two class, a sun-tinged aura seemed to kiss the males of the room, drawing Naruto's confused gaze. Maybe it was the three hours of sleep catching up to him, but Naruto's feet almost gave way when he came across two boys hugging in the hallway. Were they-

"Hey."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A second passed before Naruto realized that stuffing himself into a locker was stupid. With a nervous and twitchy grin, the blonde quickly pushed himself out of the stuffy thing by putting his weight on the metal door. Brushing the cobwebs off his shoulder, he faced Kiba's suspicious gaze.

"'Sup, bro?"

"Don't call me bro," Kiba said as he made a face. "And I'm just going to ignore the fact that you jumped headfirst into my locker. You know.. I never use that thing because Akamaru sometimes-"

Naruto frantically waved his hands in the air. "Nnneee, don't tell me! I'm having a bad day, so don't add to it, ok?"

Kiba took another look at Naruto's fuzzy hair, his mismatched socks, and the wild glint in his blue eyes. "Whatever. Have you talked to Sakura yet?"

The mention of the green-eyed beauty made Naruto slap himself in the head. Because of his haste to shove away the lurking, foreign feelings, he had completely forgotten to meet up with Sakura like he always did. Just because his brain was messing with him and putting pictures into his head didn't mean that he could just abandon his life-long crush!

Ignoring the worry in Kiba's face, Naruto forced himself to grin. "Thanks for the heads up, ya dog. I'll meet up with you later, after I talk to Sakura-chan."

For a brief second, Naruto thought he saw something flash in Kiba's eyes. But the blond didn't have time for thinking, so he quickly trotted down to his next class, intent on finding his beloved. Three wrong rooms, two scary teachers, and one staircase later, Naruto grinned sheepishly when he finally walked into his English Literature and Composition class. Jeers and hoots greeted him, but the whiskered-boy calmly ignored his classmates and jauntily plopped into his seat next to the, beautiful as always, Sakura-chan.

"Sakura-chan, Sakura-chan! Ireallymissedyouhowwereyourclasses?" Naruto continued tugging on his crush's sleeve, grinning cheerfully. "I didn't see you during lunch, where were yo-"

"Ssh, Naruto! The teacher's talking!"

Naruto pouted, but faced forward, even though he was sure that Iruka-san wouldn't care one bit if his favorite student was talking. Ever since Naruto had accidentally let slip that he lived, breathed, and cleaned alone in his dingy apartment, Iruka had personally taken the rather paternal duty of nagging, scolding, and checking up on the young boy. At first, Naruto had been highly miffed at the idea, even a little embarrassed, but after a while, he became used to his teacher's concern. If it hadn't been for Iruka, Naruto didn't know if he'd still be in the Academy, especially after all those years of bullies and loneliness..

A hand slammed down on his desk, distracting Naruto from his thoughts. "Naruto! What was I talking about?"

"Uhh.." Naruto blanched as he saw the irritated look on Iruka's face. "Uhhh..."

Iruka ignored the giggling in the far side of the room and sighed. "You have no clue? No idea? Come on, just take a guess."

Naruto froze, eyes wide with mock-fear. "Uh.. Harro?"

The class laughed while Iruka tried to control the twitch in his eye. "Wrong, Naruto." Then he sighed again then put a hand over his eyes. "But go ahead, I know you're dying to continue."

Naruto grinned before fluttering his eyelashes at his exasperated teacher. "I come from far land Japan so I no have Engrish and Riterature book, homewok, or ranguage!" Naruto took in the laughter and put the finishing touches that always made Iruka crack a smile. "No happy, sensei? Sum ting wong?"

Rolling his eyes, the young teacher shook his head and walked back to his desk. "If it weren't for the fact that you're making fun of yourself, Naruto, I would never tolerate your slaughter of the English language."

Naruto sat up in his chair and the energy that radiated from the sparkling clouds in his eyes caused most of the class to pay attention. "But, Mr. , life would be so boring if people didn't make fun of themselves. That's how we make light of our flaws!" Naruto leaned back in his chair, cheerfully tilting his head and stretching his legs. "I mean, what would you prefer? Sarcasm that hides insecurities? Or my friendly, yet insightful jokes that allow people to understand that stereotypes are stupid and completely untrue?"

Iruka blinked before chuckling, "What I would prefer is a class that's free of disruptions. So if you don't mind, Mr. Uzumaki.."

Pouting, Naruto turned back to the worksheet in front of him, before deeming it boring and resorting to doodling cartoon guys with mohawks and girls with bangs. It wasn't that he didn't like Iruka's class. On the contrary, Naruto loved contributing during class and expressing his opinions. But sometimes, listening to literary techniques and the greatness of Hemingway, Shakespeare, etc, etc, made Naruto want to slam his head on his desk and fall asleep. Besides, there were other, more important things to do...

With a shy glance towards Sakura, Naruto quickly tore a clean piece of paper and hesitatingly wrote four words.

Hi. How are you?

After perusing for mistakes and finding it acceptable, Naruto folded the paper into a million creases then handed it discreetly towards Sakura. The object of Naruto's affections glared slightly before opening the note with her slender and nimble fingers. Naruto's heart jumped when he saw the small smile on Sakura's face. It wasn't long before the blond boy had the note in his hand.

I'm tired and hungry. But you won't believe what happened today!

Naruto's pencil hovered over the paper, before writing down hasty words.

What, Sakura-chan?! Oh, wait, does this have to do with grades? Boring! You know, you really should stop stressing about grades..

Sakura shook her head and the smile on her face stretched into one that made her whole face glow. Naruto almost didn't see the small paper flying his way until it swiveled to a stop on his desk.

No, baka! This is much more important! Sasuke talked to me!!

Naruto didn't know what he wanted to do more. Go and punch the Uchiha or collapse into an undignified blob and wail his heart out. If Sasuke-kun could make Sakura smile like that then how was Naruto ever going to steal the girl's heart?! Maybe he should use the Intense!Seduction!Technique that one of the boys in that one story had used to make the other boy-

Blanching as he realized where his thoughts were going, Naruto quickly buried his head under his arms to hide his reddening face. Not here! Not in front of Sakura-chan! In attempt to get rid of the tainted thoughts, Naruto grabbed the note and scribbled as much as he could before the bell rung.

SAKURA-CHAN, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS?! SASUKE IS AN ASSHOLE. All he ever does is sulk and mope and he doesn't have an iota of a personality! His hair looks like the back of a rooster's head, he hunches all the time, and he SNEERS. WHHHY, SAKURA WHY?! And he wears the same thing everyday andandand HE CAN'T-

A shadow hovered over Naruto even as the bell rang to signal the end of class. But Naruto couldn't be distracted from finishing, not when his relationship with Sakura-chan was on the line!

-WRITE. You know, Sakura-chan, I didn't want to tell you this, but his book is incredibly depressing and dark. It's NOT a romance, it's more like-

"You wear the same thing too, dobe."

"I KNOW THAT, teme, but it's not like-"

Suddenly, Naruto froze, mid-pencil twitch. The shadow over him burned his shoulders, as well as the realization that now Sasuke would know exactly why Naruto hated him. Slowly turning around, Naruto nervously opened his mouth to say anything, only to find himself mere centimeters away from the ivory skin, the pink, almost girly lips, the eyes that seemed to capture, astonish, enchant...

"You're staring... Naruto."

The whisper slowly crawled towards Naruto's ears and just like that, Naruto was transported into the very heart of the story that had kept him up all night. Pale skin on tan, biting lips, writhing bodies, those words at the very end...

Naruto gaped helplessly as Sasuke calmly snatched the note from his hands and skimmed the contents, before turning his head to stare, just as calmly, at Naruto. Every inch of Naruto's skin was crawling and tingling from the Uchiha's eyes that seemed to know exactly what was going on in Naruto's mind. This wasn't good. Oh no, this definitely wasn't good.

Because Sasuke.. The bastard.. Looked exactly like Jack. Yes. That Jack.

Feeling himself starting to hyperventilate, Naruto quickly got to his feet, almost knocking over his own chair. His body was doing some soft of supersensitive thing so that Naruto could literally feel Sasuke's presence in the room. Biting his lips to stifle a groan, Naruto did his best to glare at Sasuke then stomped past him. But just as Naruto was passing Sasuke, the Uchiha's arm shot out and grabbed him with such force, that the blond almost stumbled.

"I'll get you for this." The cold voice was surpassed only by the glare that Sasuke sent in Naruto's direction. "Watch your heart.. Uzumaki."

Quick anger shot through Naruto and he wrenched his arm away from Sasuke's grip. "Teme, don't threaten me! I'll-"

But Sasuke had already turned his back, signifying that the conversation was over. Trembling, Naruto didn't know which emotion was more powerful. The white hot anger that made him want to bash Sasuke's head in or the strange, foreign emotion that made his heart beat loudly, so loud that Naruto could hear it roaring in his ears.

Trying to shake off the weird feelings, Naruto grabbed his backpack and squared his jaw. There was only one way to make this day better, make this day more normal.

It was time.. To ask Haruno Sakura out.

AN: OKAY THAT'S IT. I NEED A BETA. One can only take so much crapola writing before spontaneously combusting into writer's hives. PLEASE VOLUNTEER. I AM DESPERATE. (both to continue this story and make it better.) Thank you for all the kind reviews! Even though I'm not replying back to reviews, I am reading everyone's suggestions and taking into account all the comments.

(1) – Speaking from a yaoi fangirl's perspective.. oh yeah, you fucking betchya it's normal.