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Another fanfic is up and ready for pervy eyes such as yourselves ;)

Inner-self: You're a perve.

Self:...Your point?

Inner-self:...You're a closet masochist. T_T

Self: Wait, what? o/O

Inner-self: You touch yourself at n- *slaps hand over inner-self's mouth*

Self: OK ENOUGH with the unneeded info for a yaoi fanfic! ¬/¬

RedYentl: Thank you for your support ma lovely :) I'll keep in mind the pairings that you want because believe me, this story is building up to them ^/^

TO SOPHAY, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write another chapter because honestly, I was going to give up but your persistance and giggles forced me to write another one xDD This chappie is for you ma lovely :)

ON WITH THE SMEXY STORY!


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The Uchiha rolled his eyes but smirked, pushing himself out of the bed despite the fact that his rear was throbbing. Grabbing onto the edge of the bed, he stood up and stumbled gently, Naruto watching in worry as the Uchiha entered the bathroom without another word. The atmosphere between the two had finally picked up and the blonde was glad for it.


The remote officially snapped in the hand of a very angry Uchiha. Now, he was enraged, his eyes staring at the screen which was the main focus of all third years currently residing in their luxurious dorm suite.

"...I'm gonna kill him."

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The morning hadn't started well at all. First of all, Kisame was snoring like no-one's business in the confinements of his own room which had somehow kept four out of five Akatsuki members awake throughout the night, and then the abnormally pale man decided it would be incredibly amusing to set the small kitchen alight. Seriously, who would be stupid enough to light the cooker with a cloth? Sure, maybe it was flammable and was better at holding a flame but to light a cooking instrument? They would've had more luck to cook whatever it was they wanted atop the burning cloth but before it disintegrated at least. For the first couple of hours which started at around 5 in the morning, everyone inside of the dorm were attempting to quench the fires that had somehow spread over the work-tops and were edging their way closer to the carpet.

"Fuck!" Deidara had shouted as he picked up the ball of clay he had left the previous night. It was melting within his hand and he sighed in discontent. Why did this have to happen to him? Itachi was quite calm about the situation. All he did was find a bucket stocked underneath the table, filled it with cold water and chucked it over the surfaces and the occupants of the dorm, a hidden smirk upon his face. They all froze and slowly turned their attention to the older Uchiha.

"What the fuck, un?" Shouted Deidara first. He looked like a drenched rat, his long hair sticking to the sides of his face and his neck, many droplets cascading to the floor.

"...That wasn't funny." Sasori added, immediately walking away from the scene in order to dry himself. Kisame moved a hand behind his head and roughly tussled his hair, a shark-like grin present on his face.

"My bad.."

Itachi shook his head in disbelief and returned the bucket underneath the table whilst Pein and Madara left the scene and to their bedrooms.

"God, Kisame. You're one of the best fighters I know and yet you don't even know how to light a cooker?" Itachi asked, dumbfounded and slightly amused. All Kisame did was shuffle his feet, his head lowered. Bulls-eye.

"So what? You telling me you're supposed to carry a lighter with you everywhere you go in case you want food?" Whilst Kisame was having his rant, Itachi walked over to the stove and pressed one of the buttons, staring emotionlessly at the pale man as the flames sprung from its source.

"...Ohh..." Now he felt like a complete dumbass.

"Leave the cooking to Sasori. Knowing you, you'll probably find some way to burn water."

After the almost succeeded yet unpredictable suicide from Kisame, Itachi had made himself scarce of the kitchen, seating himself down in the chair that held the most comfort and the most memories. Well, past years anyway. This year it had given him grief and torment after watching his brother bottom with his room-mate. Whilst flicking through the rooms, he witnessed what appeared to be some love-sick teenagers kissing lovingly and the sight made him sick to his stomach. To think it was Sasuke forced Itachi to brutally snap the remote. Come on, that control didn't stand a chance.

With the control now shattered upon the floor, Itachi stood up from his chair and glared at Deidara who had just came into view, his hair now rid of its normal style, the blonde locks stopping just at the start of his waist. Sometimes...most of the time he could be mistaken for a girl, but now wasn't the time to think of that. Itachi needed to teach his brother a lesson about how to be the dominant one in a relationship. It had been carried through the Uchiha family, so why did Sasuke have to break it?

"He continues to displease me."

"Who, Sasuke? Why, un?" Deidara didn't want to get on the bad side of Itachi when he was livid, but perhaps he needed to talk. That way he might calm down...maybe.

"Uchiha's aren't one to bend over. We fuck them, not the other way around. Why is it that my foolish little Otouto breaks that?" It seemed that somehow, the Uchiha was actually quite troubled about this.

"Well...it's in his name for starters."

"What?" Itachi turned to look at Deidara who was rolling his melted piece of clay into a ball to later sculpt it.

"His name. Sasuke. Maybe he was destined for it."

"He was not destined to play the submissive role!"

"Well obviously he was because of how Naruto managed to do it, un!"

The rest of the Akatsuki who were listening in on their conversation inside of their room didn't dare approach or intervene with the interesting words, although Madara did step outside and decide to make himself comfortable on one of the sofas. They were talking about family after all so Itachi shouldn't be too concerned. The bickering had continued for a few more moments before Deidara had suggested something that made Itachi stop.

"Why don't you show him how to be dominant, un?"

Silence.

Deidara was beginning to feel oddly uncomfortable after the first couple of minutes. In those moments, anyone would be able to hear a pin drop. The older Uchiha was contemplating this within his mind before a wide and sadistic smirk had suddenly become apparent upon his features.

"...That's not a bad idea. Come with me Deidara." He said, walking into the living area. Pushing the blonde onto the couch, he looked to Madara before dragging each Akatsuki out to have a little...chat.


Sasuke couldn't believe how the after-effects could feel like he still had Naruto's 'thing' shoved up his ass. Not that it was an unpleasant feeling, he was told by none other than the person who made him this way that he walked rather awkwardly. Apparently, it was quite obvious that he had been injured in his nether-regions somehow. That earned a sharp punch to Naruto's stomach however. After their sweet, whispered nothings earlier on in the day, they were able to patch up the places that were beginning to crumble and for once, managed to tolerate each other outside of their dorm. They were currently inside of the cafeteria with Neji pulling on the collar he wasn't allowed to take off, Gaara who kept silent but emitted warning auras for everyone at the table, Shikamaru who knew the conversation was going to be awkward and so occupied himself with...nothing, and Kiba who seemed suspiciously wary of Sasuke and even more-so with Gaara.

The tables around them were chatty, they seemed almost too loud and Naruto just couldn't handle this anymore. He was the first to blow.

"God this is killing me! Okay, so Neji and Gaara are in a fucked-up relationship!" He shouted, but loud enough for only their table to hear. At this, Kiba had immediately choked on his food, and so the table were watching him incredulously as he managed to swallow down the piece of chicken that was stuck inside of his throat. Gaara on the other hand was quite ready to kill a certain blue-eyed male.

"Geez Naruto, what the fuck?"

"I can't handle silence!"

Shikamaru raised his head to stare at both Naruto and Kiba. Throughout the years he had known them both, their bickering had always intrigued him somehow.

"..Guys, come on." Neji finally pleaded, irritated by the loud noises he hated.

Gaara on the other hand was staring at Naruto rather intently, something that Sasuke had picked up on almost immediately. He was skeptical but also suspicious as to why the red-head had taken such an interest in the blonde. There was no way this was going to happen.

"No Neji. How could you sink so low as to be a sex-toy to this sadistic, freaky, red-haired guy with no eyebrows? What if your uncle finds out?" This was where he leant forward over the table to make sure that their conversation was not overheard. At this, the Hyuuga automatically began to chew on the inside of his lip. If his uncle knew, he would be immediately cast out of the clan. It was most definitely degrading to be in the situation he was in with his high status but he couldn't do anything about it..or..didn't want to do anything about it.

"Shit, I don't even wanna know what he'll do to you! He'll skin your ass alive!" He continued. "Even teme over here is holding out better than you! He's a stuck-up prissy bastard but-FUCK!"

Naruto was definitely not expecting such a harsh kick to his shin underneath the table. This had caught the attention of everyone on the table. Even Gaara wanted to know what this was about because considering everyone else, they didn't have a clue what was going on.

Naruto was about to comment on the sudden kick before his eyes widened and he opened his mouth, only to close it again in realisation. Shit. Shit shit shit. Not fucking good. He looked to everyone at the table who were curiously staring back at him. Kiba seemed shocked and disbelieving at this point.

"..Wait..you can't mean..." He started, only for Shikamaru to continue, already knowing the answer.

"You two have done it haven't you?"

Naruto was going to get his ass kicked when they reached the dorms. He was scared for his life. Sasuke didn't want to answer the question and it seemed like the blonde didn't want to either. Their faces were priceless, but at that given time and moment, it was not amusing to neither of them. Now that he was not hungry, the Uchiha pushed himself from the seat and grabbed Naruto's collar, making sure not to make eye contact with any of them before he dragged the helpless male to their dorms, eager to get out of the suffocating silence.

Upon the trip to the dorm building, they had received many stares, not that it was wondrous as to why. Sasuke by this point didn't care and Naruto was too scared to think of anything else. It only took a matter of minutes before they were inside the confinements of their own dorm and the blonde was slammed up against the now closed door, a hand gripping his top rather tightly. Their noses were almost touching.

"..H-Hey..I messed up ok?"

"But now everyone knows that we done it. And what's more, they know I was bottom!"

"Teme...calm down man." Naruto tried to chuckle nervously, his hands waving in front of his face despite the slight pain he was now feeling in the back of his neck. They soon fell to his sides, knowing that Sasuke just wasn't going to give up. He wondered how he should defend himself, but all thoughts had halted when a pair of lips crashed onto his own. Wait...this wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be feeling punches to his face and his body, not a tongue that was now forcing its way inside of his mouth. Wohh.

"Nnh...Sas-ahh!" He attempted to call Sasuke's name but a knee had already somehow managed to rub and press against Naruto's groin, causing the blonde to shudder and moan. With the Uchiha's eyes now closed, he stepped further in whilst pulling Naruto closer, wanting the kiss and their touches to be brutal and rough. The kiss was already taking the breath out of him as their tongues collided and battled for dominance, but soon enough they needed to pull back for air. With Naruto panting, Sasuke took this opportunity to talk whilst keeping the rhythm with his need.

"...I'm going to pay you back...to give you what you gave me...it's only fair after all." He whispered seductively and almost sadistically, leaning forward to bite down harshly upon the tanned neck. A gasp escaped Naruto's slightly swollen lips but he didn't retaliate or push back. All he did was grab Sasuke's shoulders to keep him upright, for he knew that if he was let go he would fall to the ground. His knees were already giving into this. One pale hand had quickly reached down to unbuckle Naruto's belt and unfasten the pants, pushing them down his legs so they pooled by his ankles. The boxers had followed not long after and immediately, a hand was grasped around the blonde's hot length, the long fingers pumping it roughly. Already their pants were becoming laboured and their eyes showed nothing but lust, but Sasuke was no-where near started. He performed another bruising kiss that left Naruto moaning deep within his throat, his hips bucking into the skilful hand that teased the head and squeezed the base of his manhood. The next thing the both of them knew, Sasuke's free hand had coiled around Naruto's body and one finger began to prod at his entrance, teasing and stimulating the ring before it plunged in, giving Naruto no say in the matter.

"Sasuke!" He panted out quickly, the action surprising him. He didn't pull back from it but instead ran one hand up and through the raven hair that was beginning to dampen with sweat whilst the other ran down said raven's chest and into his jeans, fingers wrapping around the stiff flesh that was Sasuke's erection. The Uchiha stilled his movements for a brief second to regain his composure before he added a second finger into Naruto without warning, earning a strangled moan from his partner. The intimate tension was hot and would be arousing for anyone who watched before:

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Their breaths hitched and they froze. Not another interruption...Sasuke sighed to himself and removed the hand that was pleasuring Naruto's member to his mouth, sucking the appendages clean before grasping his phone inside of his pocket and looking at the screen. Crap. Itachi. He couldn't ignore him, and so flipped it open, placing it against his ear whilst his fingers continued thrusting into the blonde.

"What do you want Aniki?"

Itachi rose an eyebrow on the other side of the phone, his eyes glued to the muted TV screen that held Sasuke and Naruto preparing themselves for a round of sex.

"..Am I interrupting something?" He said calmly, hiding the amusement well.

Sasuke held in a gasp when the tanned blonde smirked and latched his lips to his porcelain skin, his head tilting back with the phone.

"N-No...why did you call?" Damn Naruto!

The older Uchiha's grin widened all the more.

"I just wanted a talk with my Otouto. Is that a crime?" He asked almost innocently, the Akatsuki listening in on the conversation stifling their laughter.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Itachi was surprised and proud that Sasuke was able to keep his composure when Naruto was sucking his neck so ferociously. It was like he was interrupting two needy animals during heat.

"I was just wondering what you had been up to lately."

Sasuke bit back a hiss when the blonde clamped his teeth down into his skin, but he couldn't stop the moan that followed afterwards as he started up the pumps to his erection. Just the thought that Itachi could've heard him brought a flush to his cheeks.

"Otouto, what are you doing?" Itachi asked with a smirk.

As another moan was about to escape, Sasuke dropped his hand to his side and inaudibly whispered Naruto's name before he raised the phone to his mouth.

"Nothing...just..studying."

"Studying what?"

This was when the tanned male knew he had the upper-hand and so switched their positions, roughly pushing Sasuke into the door, his hand continuing its movements. As soon as the raven tilted his head back, lips were once again attached to the neck, the pink muscle gliding over the Uchiha's adam's apple. This was too much for Sasuke. It was too much for Itachi. Even in this situation Sasuke still managed to be the one in submission!

How was it possible that Naruto could switch so easily? He could tell his brother was about to blow and he wasn't going to let that happen.

"Come visit me in my dorm."

"W-Wha-?"

"Visit me in my dorm. Now."

"Now? I'm..ah...busy..."

"Sasuke you come within the next five minutes or I will take your laptop away." And with that did he cut the phone, the older Uchiha watching the screen with curiosity.

The young Uchiha needed to stop this, and removing his fingers from Naruto's entrance did he push the blonde away, looking down to his jeans that were thankfully not stained with any juices that may have somehow squirted on his clothes. With furrowed eyebrows, the blonde pulled up his boxers and jeans, both of them still rock-hard but neither saying anything about that.

"...It's your brother man. Just go. I'll sort this out myself."

Sasuke simply shook his head and sighed, pocketing his phone and opening the door to his dorm.

"Now you know how it feels." He smirked before closing the door behind him, leaving a dumbfounded and horny blonde.


Sasuke knocked the door to his brother's dorm door on the top floor. He looked around, quite annoyed and irritated that first years received such minimal and basic dorms whilst the third years were given the luxury of suites. It was as if he was awaiting someone at a hotel rather than a dorm for a college.

Hearing the door click, obsidian orbs took in the form of Madara and his eyes widened in shock. Madara?

"Ma..dara.."

"Hey Sasu-chan. Come in." He said, smirking at the light pout only family were able to see because of his adorable nickname. He politely stepped inside and removed his shoes beside the door, walking through the corridor and into the spacious room where no-one could be seen except from what looked to be Pein and Deidara on the couch making out. Well that was a nice thing to see, but considering his sudden realisation with his attractions, he couldn't help but stare. Madara noticed this but said nothing, only walking in the direction of Itachi's room.

"He's waiting for you in here." He chimed, lust-hinted red orbs staring at the younger Uchiha who was walking slowly to further examine the two males sucking each other's tongues from their mouths. Pein looked aggressive and Deidara...well...why did he have to moan so much? It didn't help that he still was given relief because of his fucking brother who rang when he was about to fuck Naruto's brains out! Finally registering what Madara said, Sasuke tore his gaze away from the pair and knocked on the door, waiting for an 'enter' or a 'come in', yet all he heard was a moan. What the fuck was going on here?

Madara did the deed and opened the door, pushing Sasuke inside before closing and locking the door behind him with him also inside the darkened room. Stumbling into the room, the young Uchiha would have turned back around to open the door if what he was seeing didn't arouse him in the slightest.

On the black silken sheets of Itachi's bed was someone he knew as Sasori on his back with his legs upon his brother's shoulders and said brother rocking back and forth, the cover thankfully doing its job of covering the hip thrusting so everything lower than Itachi's back couldn't be seen. Madara's mouth widened with a shit-eating grin.

"What..the...fuck..?" Sasuke breathed out, his eyes wide as he stared, paralysed. His brother was fucking...his friend. Well that was an everyday occurrence.

A moan broke him from his thoughts as Sasori gripped the bed sheets underneath him, his head pressed against the pillows as lips parted for added oxygen.

"Take a seat Otouto..." He said almost breathlessly, thrusting roughly into Sasori's already abused hole.

"What the fuck is th-!"

"You're going to be dominant with Naruto and I am going to teach you..." He cut, his eyes looking over to his brother sadistically. Sasuke couldn't help but gulp and take a seat on the inside of the room, shifting uncomfortably for the erection to stay put. The oldest Uchiha sat besides Sasuke, already noticing the problem between his legs. He was too far gone.

"Watch and learn." Itachi added with his hoarse, husky voice which oddly made him shiver. Now focusing on Sasori's pleasure, he had thrust once in a different direction which caused a loud cry to escape the red-head, his back arching from the bed as Itachi dove into kiss and nip the flesh on his neck, his raven hair acting as a curtain to shield what was happening.

Sasuke twitched, and so did his 'little man'. Madara was only waiting for the right time to strike.


CHAPTER FINISHED AND IT'S A CLIFFHANGER! OMG KILL ME NOW! O/O

Inner-self: ...I actually like this one.

Self: Why thank you, thank you very much. ;)

Inner-self: Why do you always interrupt them when it gets smexy and hawt?

Self: ...I like to keep them guessing and prolong the pleasure.

Inner-self: That's what she sa-

Self: *kicks inner-self* This is YAOI! Not YURI! Phew...my deranged inner-self... T_T

Inner-self: You know I still want that Uchihacest pairing.

Self: IT'S COMING!

Inner-self:...You know you leave yourself wide open for the 'That's what she said tricks'. ¬¬

Self: Just GTFO.

Tell me what you think of this chappie! More pairings = More smexiness = More giggles xD

R & R Ma lovies :)