A/N: well I am very sorry to those that have been waiting for this…I had MORE homework and I'll have even more as the year goes on…we have MAP testing in the spring, so the teachers are trying to "prepare" us. Oh well. Sorry anyways.
Sasuke walked away from camp with a great frustration. He walked pointedly in the opposite direction of Temari's look-out-post. He didn't want the older woman to see what he was going to do. That is if the cold water of the stream that he was headed for didn't calm his libido. There were very few places where water was this plentiful in wind country, but this far into the fall season it was even wetter. There had been streams on all sides of the camp. Sasuke had picked this one because it was far enough from the camp that if he needed to relieve himself, he could without them hearing and interrupting. It also gave him the perfect excuse; he was just going to get washed up, as far as they knew.
He knew at least Neji would be suspicious. He always was. When Sasuke had been gone Neji had gotten much closer to Naruto. He was the closest to Naruto even now excluding himself and Gaara. Gaara. He suddenly remembered the look in the redhead's eyes. What had that been? It may have been suspicion; or perhaps it was awareness.
Sasuke had the feeling that Gaara knew exactly what was going through his head. It was unnerving. Even for the infamous Uchiha Sasuke.
Sasuke walked through the woods with those thoughts on his mind for no more than 3 minutes before the images of his dream the previous night intruded. That hot sweating body beneath him then the position switching. The perfectly toned chest just an inch above his skin. Even now it was tantalizingly erotic. He knew that with this line of thought he would never have relief. These thoughts didn't stop though, even as he reached the creek the images refused to stop running around in his head making it impossible to forget those tanned hips bucking against him, or those perfect lips running down his body, or the feeling of those perfectly strait teeth grating lightly across his…STOP!!! His mind screamed. He had to stop thinking about this or he would never get back to camp.
He crouched down on the bank of the creek, making his fully erect penis rub against the barely loose anbu issued pants and the muscles contract making it that much harder to ignore. He touched his hand to the water, doing his best to disregard these feelings. He stood again and started to strip off his cloak. Then came the tight black sleeveless shirt that usually went under the armor or the uniform. As he stripped off the article he felt the cold air brush his heated skin, but it did nothing to calm him. He stood shirtless on the bank of the creek with a small itch in the back of his mind. He didn't realize what it was…it was there for only a second then was gone. He dismissed the feeling and continued to peel off the sweaty clothes. The sandals, then the pants. After that came the plain black boxers and the leg wraps and arm wraps. As the chilling air came into contact with his body, he felt the goose bumps cover him, but he forced the shiver away as he stepped down into the water.
Immediately he wanted to jump out of the water, but he stood stark still for a minute. Starting to move, he knew this attempt at calming his body was useless. He knew what he would have to do, but the thought of any of his still wary teammates finding him masturbating while they ate what was supposed to resemble a breakfast did not sound appealing. But he needed release desperately. He moved deeper into the water so that he was up to his waist in icy-cold water. As he did this, the water reminded him of the sweat that had rolled off of Naruto in his dream. It was tormenting and he knew those thoughts would only serve as troublesome. He hated and loved the feelings that had gotten to him about his blonde haired teammate and friend. He loved them because no matter how hard he tried he could not deny that they had kept him alive and sane in his darkest times. It was the only thing that Orochimaru could not take from him. He hated them because they had to be kept secret and if the blonde ever found out it may end the bond that had grown incredibly over the years. He hated how he had to keep this from the blonde, but he did it nonetheless. He had had to keep things from Naruto more than once, but it was usually for the blonde's own sake. If only the man only knew what Sasuke had gone through, he would want to resurrect Orochimaru just so he could torture him to death. If Sasuke had not killed him already killed him he would have done it anyways because of the few thing that Sasuke had already told him.
When the cold water did nothing to cool the heat in his nether regions, Sasuke dunked his head in. this made it so that he could give the excuse that he went to clean himself up.
He waded toward the shore as he saw the sun peek over the horizon. It gave off a faint warmth as his wet body was exposed to the cool breeze. He looked around desperately. Half of him said 'screw it and lets just do it right here!' The other more logical half told him to find a place that easily defensible, because there was still a missing nin on the loose. But at the moment his body was screaming desperately for release. He bent down by his clothes to grab a kunai from his pouch, just in case, then move back a ways.
He dropped down with his back a few feet from a large boulder, facing the stream. He sat with his knees slightly bent and open. His hand went immediately to the inside of his thigh, lightly touching the pale, tender flesh. He had had to do this for long enough that he knew exactly where to touch to make himself shudder. He also knew his own weakness was his neck, but that would require another person so he couldn't use that.
His other hand was moving down his abdomen slowly caressing the toned muscles. His right moved up his thigh slowly at first. His heart beat faster and his hand picked up the pace. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it trailed circles over the flesh just below his heated manhood. As his hands started to move toward his cock simultaneously he felt the pressure rise. Sasuke wasn't aware of the hand that moved its way around his waist barely an inch from the flesh. Nor was he aware of the lithe form behind him. That is until those hands, those gloriously elegant and pale hands with black fingernails and thin but not bony fingers, beat his hands to their destination.
A/N: he he…guess who it is…:D. I love doing that…and I know I took a long time to update but I had a good excuse…more homework! DUN DUN DUN!!!! Well I kinda got a little behind and I had to stay after school cause if hadn't I would have had detention. So anyways sorry.
