LEMON AHEAD!

AN: Yes, I gave you all a cliffhanger XD Sorry. I don't know how to end this, so don't expect anything any time soon...I have to think of an ending first. Well. Yeah. I actually like this lemon, I think it's pretty good and DETAILED yay

Anyways, please enjoy the citrus and please review!!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NARUTO MWAHAHAH!

um. no. I do not

The next day I school, I did everything in my power to avoid Sasuke. I was incredibly aware that he followed me, boring a hole in the back of my skull. But he never approached, just stayed a safe distance behind me. I reluctantly accepted this, but I was still uneasy.

Gaara wasn't in a lot of my classes, and I hardly saw him in the hallways, so I didn't have to deal with him breathing down my neck. I felt unusually relaxed that he wasn't around.

At the end of the day, I was supposed to stay after school for a tutoring class. Sighing, I drudged to the classroom, knowing that Gaara was in that class, and Sasuke was not.

Sasuke was that flawless genius who everyone admired. The one who had no affection for anyone except the perfect guy. Girls knew full well that the beautiful Uchiha was gay, but they all thought they were good enough to turn him.

Apparently, I was that perfect guy. Why would someone as…amazing as Sasuke like someone like me? Well, I couldn't think about such worries as that, because I belonged to Gaara. Other boys were completely out of the question.

I arrived at the classroom, noticing with confusion that the door was locked. I checked the clock; right time.

Was it the right day…? Thursday, it was the correct day.

I jiggled the doorknob, leaning my shoulder against the frame. I pressed next to it for another moment until it swung open, the lock cracking as it hit the opposite wall.

There was no one in the room expect for two people. I immediately recognized the redhead, and squinted to see who the brunette was. It was Neji Hyuuga, a quiet and collected student who didn't hate me, but didn't like me either. He was tolerable.

But at that exact second, I decided I hated Neji with immeasurable passion.

I blinked a couple times, focusing on the scene before me. Anger was boiling up inside him; Gaara was giving him a blow job.

And it looked like Neji was enjoying immensely, moaning to the ceiling and gripping Gaara's red hair with a powerful grip.

The Hyuuga noticed me first, and his onyx eyes widened.

"G-Gaara," he whimpered, shifting away. "N-Naruto!" Gaara leaned his head away from Neji's length, turning to me with a dead expression.

"You look surprised," he said casually, wiping his mouth. "Are you shocked that you are not my only lover?" I had expected that, worried that I might not be Gaara's only one. But now that I had seen it for myself, it was unbearable.

"You said you loved me…" I muttered, tears springing up.

"I do."

"But--but--but that's so…you said you weren't heartless!" He didn't answer, but I saw a sad look cross his face.

Neji was blushing crimson, his legs still spread, Gaara still between them.

Gaara had ordered me to stay away from Sasuke, when he was acting intentionally "friendly" to Neji. Did he expect me to stay loyal so he could sleep around without my knowledge!?

I watched another minute, petrified, then fled. My head swam and I felt like fainting. As I ran, I saw a familiar figure standing next to the gate, grinning at me. His raven hair and catching smile stopped me in my tracks and I realized who it was.

"S-Sasuke?" He stepped forward, his arms slightly outstretched, like he wanted to embrace me. I caught my breath as he gently placed his hands on my waist. "W-what do you want?" My voice sounded choked, almost squeaky.

He brushed away a falling tear from my face.

"You know, Neji isn't the only one Gaara has been seeing behind your back," he told me with a frown, his grip tightening. I looked away, my lip quivering. How many were there?!

"Are you sure you want to get yourself tangled up in this?" He asked softly. "I can give you so much more."

"Just a good fuck," I corrected him. "That's what you said."

"I know, I know. But I can't help it. You know it's true." I swallowed nervously; he must have suspected something. I don't know Sasuke very well, but he's not stupid. The fight he had gotten in with Gaara was obviously over me. I looked him up and down, realizing that there were only a few scratches and bruises on him. A single cut sliced vertically from his neck to his right eye. It was a faded pink, healed. How had he managed to give Gaara so many injuries?

"I'll treat you better," he offered seductively, backing me up against the wall.

"B-but---" I couldn't shake the feeling of Sasuke's hands on me, his sugary voice, how great it was. But I was cheating on Gaara!

Then again, he was cheating on me with, apparently, more than one person.

Why should I feel guilty?

I relaxed all my doubts and let down my barriers as Sasuke's lips lingered above mine. He seemed to be thinking about something, debating with himself. Finally, he kissed me deeply, passionately, softly. It felt better than I thought it would, and I eagerly opened my mouth for him to poke his tongue in. He wasn't trying to push me, to see my reactions, to observe me, like Gaara always did.

I self-consciously felt our mixed saliva dribble down my chin, but I was used to it, so I let it be.

When we broke apart, he was grinning widely.

"W-why are you so happy?" I blushed.

"I finally kissed you," he said matter-of-factly, making me blush more. "What do you say? My place or yours?"

"Mine," I replied automatically, surprisingly calm. At my house, we were alone. Whatever was going to happen, I figured we would make a lot of noise.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me from the school door, almost skipping down the street. I had no idea how he knew where I lived, but he found my house soon enough. He flung the door open and jumped inside, obviously anxious. I followed him obediently, my mind blank. I didn't know what to expect with him. With Gaara, I felt mixed pain and pleasure, and also a feeling of dread. But would Sasuke be gentle? Or forceful?

Didn't I love Gaara? Hadn't I done everything to prove that to him? But…love--that emotion was far from my mind.

He tossed me on my bed, the headboard smacking the back of the wall as he bounded on too. The breath flew from my lungs as he straddled my chest, his arousal pressing into my ribs through his pants. I sighed as he pulled me into another mind blowing kiss, jabbing his tongue against mine and chewing on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. A memory flashed before my eyes as Sasuke started to lap it up as he trickled the corner of my mouth. It was of Gaara, of all the times he drew blood. But it was different now, more…enjoyable.

I found myself wanting more as Sasuke sunk his teeth deeper into my lip, lapping it up and biting down again.

I promised myself that this was a one time thing. Sasuke was getting what he wanted and I was getting a distraction from Gaara. I hoped it didn't mean anything, especially for Sasuke. I couldn't handle him fighting Gaara over me, yet again. But this time, they'd both have a reason. This time, they'd have a reason for fighting. I couldn't bring myself to think about what I was going to do about Gaara once this was over. After what I'd just learned, I wasn't sure if I could go back to him. If this was a one time thing, and I didn't want to see Gaara again, what was I going to do?

I shook the worries from my mind and tried to concentrate on what was happening.

Sasuke slowly slid his hands up my shirt, his touch cold on my skin. He continued to ravish my mouth and neck as he tweaked my nipples and dug his nails into my flesh. I lifted my hips up, pressing our bodies together. He took this as an invitation to tug on the waist band of my pants, pulling them, as well as my boxers, down to my ankles. I hissed as I was exposed to him, but he seemed hypnotized. I allowed him to stare a minute before impatiently bucking down against him. I wasn't sure why I was so excited, but the pain in my own erection was growing by the second. I was going to get my release, no matter how I felt about it.

Sasuke gently propped me up against the headboard and bent down between my legs. I moaned as he swallowed my cock whole, bobbing his head up and down. He hummed softly, deliberately, sending tingling sensations all throughout my body. It was so wonderful, I screamed for him, and also for myself. It did feel good. More than good. In the back of my mind, I thought I should feel guilty because I was enjoying it so much.

My worries were shattered as Sasuke sucked harder, using his tongue to explore every single inch of my erect member. I tried to mumble out a warning that I was coming, but I couldn't find my voice. With another scream, I came down his throat, throwing my head back and gripping the bed sheets. I grimaced at the sound of him sucking the tip of my cock to swallow every last bit.

He removed his mouth sloppily, a line of my seed trailing from his tongue to the head.

I was panting heavily at that point, my lungs burning every time I tried to take a longer breath.

"Naruto…you look exhausted," Sasuke commented quietly, and to tell the truth, I was. But not just because Sasuke had sucked my dry, but also because of the entire situation. Every time I pictured the scene with Gaara and Neji, I'd grow a little more tired.

"No…" I insisted, raising my head up to look at him. His expression was unreadable, and I found that frustrating.

I blinked, and the second I did, he made another move. He grabbed the back of head and shoved me down to his rather noticeable bulge.

"Suck me, then," he ordered. I shakily unzipped his pants and touched my lips to the tip of his arousal. He tangled his fingers in my hair and forced all of his member into my mouth. The weight choked me for a second, and I waited to adjust before continuing.

Sasuke moaned lowly as I slid my mouth up and down, stroking the parts my lips couldn't reach.

"Oh, god…!" He groaned. "Y-your mouth…!" I smirked despite the load down my throat, amused by his reaction. The usually smooth and stoic Uchiha, brought down to bucking his hips down to give me more of his length.

"Naruto! Naruto….!" He screamed a chant of my name, and he sounded so desperate it made me spring back into arousal. He wanted this just as much as I did, but I wasn't sure if our reasons were the same. I wasn't sure why I wanted it--distraction? Consolation? Revenge?

They all sounded possible…

I was brought back into reality by a strangled scream, a warning that he was coming. I braced myself, still surprised as the hot wave spilled into my mouth.

The amount was also surprising; I didn't expect him to be able to hold back that much, and it choked me. Seed dribbled down my chin and splattered back against my nose and cheeks, but I swallowed all of it greedily.

I pulled away with a repulsive sucking noise, and he sighed happily.

"Oh…t-that…was s-so good!" He gasped, falling back against the pillows. I looked disdainfully at the sheets; they were soaked with cum and sweat, and it just made me slightly anxious knowing it wasn't Gaara's.

"You're not done yet." It wasn't a question. I knew he wasn't finished.

"No," he answered simply. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Naruto. I'll fuck you and love it. I'll fuck you senseless, I'll pound you straight through the bed. I need this. Understand?" I swallowed nervously at his words, fear flying through me like a huge fire. Then, I nodded warily at him and he smirked.

"Good. I don't want to hurt you, Naruto, but you might as well work with me here." He raised his hand to gently caress my face, and I didn't flinch back. "I want you…I've wanted you for so long."

"R-really?" I wasn't shocked, but just to hear him say it was overwhelming.

It's a one time thing, it's a one time thing, it's a one time thing…I kept telling myself. It doesn't mean anything! Sasuke wants sex and so do I! There was nothing else there, no emotion whatsoever!

"Really." He sat up and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, nuzzling my neck. Our still hard erections pressed against each other, and I bit my lip at the friction.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, and I nodded vigorously. So far, this was going as planned. We'd get it over with, and it'd be the end of everything. I wouldn't have to ever talk to him again, if I didn't want to. That's what I wanted! …but, then what?

I tried so hard to rid myself of these worries and doubts, but they were the only thing that crowed my mind. I'd go back to Gaara…I'd forgive him…everything would go back to normal…the scenario I wanted seemed so far away.

Suddenly, he was upon me, his mouth flying to neck. He sucked mercilessly on my shoulder, using his lips to massage but also sinking his teeth in despite his gentle licks. I clenched my teeth to suppress a moan, but one slipped out anyway. He moved away to lock lips with me, poking his tongue at my lips, asking for invitation. I granted him access and he impatiently shoved his tongue in, probing my cheeks and gums. I tasted myself on him as he licked and nipped on my bottom lip. Slowly, not taking his lips off mine, he slid his hands down to cradle my arousal, pumping it roughly. I moaned against his mouth, and he silenced me by pushing his tongue down my throat, sealing my cries.

As he gradually went faster, running his thumb over the head of my member, I wondered how he felt about all this.

But I didn't have time to think about it, for he unglued his mouth from mine, replacing it with three of his fingers. I hesitated, and he probed my lips with impatience. I reluctantly parted them, taking the digits into my mouth and sucking lightly, covering them in saliva. He still continued to stroke my cock and his hands were skilled to perfection, and I wanted more.

He snatched his fingers from my mouth with a 'popping' sound and gently pushed me down onto the bed. He gave me one demanding look and I obediently spread my legs for him to lie between. Busying himself by leaving feather light kisses on my neck, he slowly slipped one finger inside me.

I hissed at the intrusion, but it was barely noticeable as he added another finger. That just showed me how much I had been played with; it didn't even hurt anymore.

He made scissoring motion upward, stretching me, and he was extra careful, extra gentle. When he reached my prostate, he soothingly caressed my cheek and whispered in my ear when I cried out.

He moved his finger in and out, quietly telling me to relax. His syrup coated words aroused me so much, I couldn't help but to moan at his voice, his touches.

I hadn't realized that I wasn't paying attention when his fingers were suddenly removed. He pushed my legs against my chest and leaned over to lock his gaze with mine.

"You ready?" He sneered, but I was touched by the slight undertone of concern.

"Yeah," I nodded foggily, waiting for him to continue. He gritted his teeth and thrust his hips forward. I braced myself to be filled, but there was nothing. I looked down and noticed he had thrust his length between my thighs instead.

"Y-you missed…" I pointed out awkwardly and he glared at me.

"I know!" He growled, and I patiently lay my head back on the bed. I wondered why he was so nervous…I suspected he had done this many times before, but I could have been wrong. I knew nothing about Sasuke Uchiha. He could be a virgin trying his best to stay conscious, or he could be another rat who just wanted to get me into bed. I thought maybe I couldn't trust his words, his claims that he would treat me better, and that he had wanted me for so long.

He teased my entrance with the tip of his cock, and this time, he didn't miss. I cried out at the sudden weight inside me, and he sheathed himself completely on the first try. He seemed determined to strike all my sensitive spots, as if compensating for missing before. He was excellent at that, however, and he took my screams as an indication to thrust harder.

It hurt immensely at first, but the pain soon subsided into extreme pleasure. He moved his hips in such a way that he was able to stimulate my prostate and scrape my walls at the same time.

I gasped loudly as he grabbed my bouncing member and pumped it in time with his thrusts. I must have sounded pathetic, because I screamed so loud and so much that I must have deafened everything in a three mile radius. I always screamed that loud with Gaara, but this was a different kind of scream…somehow, more meaningful. Like I was putting all my pleasure and ecstasy in each scream, instead of just cries of pain mixed with the pleasure.

I was snapped back into reality as tasty lips sealed over mine. Sasuke pulled my legs over his shoulders and resumed pounding into me, the bed creaking noisily with our activities. He rammed his tongue in my mouth, running his over my teeth and lapping at my own tongue. My arms flailed wildly at my sides, moaning uncontrollably as he went at a rapid, crushing pace,

I climaxed abruptly and violently, throwing my head back and shrieking until my throat dried. Surprisingly, I screamed out Sasuke's name, yelling it in a frantic chant as I came over my stomach.

He hand became slippery but he still stroked me, thrusting ruthlessly until he leaned forward and sunk his teeth into my shoulder, emptying himself inside me.

I screamed again as the hot wave burst through me, filling me to the brim. He groaned softly, but it was drowned out by my much more blaring voice.

He collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, panting, regaining our focus in the afterglow of our orgasms.

I was half-asleep as he slowly pulled out of me, leaving a thick trail of semen between my legs.

He kissed my warm cheek before kissing my lips. It was a delicate, subtle kiss, and I found that I loved those more than the demanding kind. I liked it sweet and simple, I guess.

"Naruto…" He whispered into my ear, his heated breath sending tingles through my body. "We need to get cleaned up…Gaara will be wondering where you went." My eyes shuttered open when I remembered Gaara. He probably would be looking for me.

"I-I'm…I'm t-tired…" I managed to squeak, and he looked sympathetically at me.

Sighing, he scooped me up by the backs of my knees, throwing his arm around my neck and hoisting me up against his chest. Our mixed cum crackled between us, but I wasn't aware of it as I rested my head on his neck.

I zoned out as he carried me to the bathroom and started the shower, placing me under the running water. Even the cold spray couldn't extinguish the heat still overpowering me.

"Y-you were good," he complimented me, soothingly running his soapy hands over my sticky body.

"You d-did all the w-work…" I muttered. He chuckled and gently scrubbed my wet hair. I didn't understand his kindness, but I accepted it gratefully.

Fully clean and devoid of any trace of the sex we had had, he lead me out into the other room. He cupped my face in his hands, about ready to kiss me again, but the door swung open.

He always showed up at the worst times.