Title: Orchestral Infatuation

Authoress: Ira Vehementi

Warnings:eventual yaoi (I'm sorry, it might take me a couple chapters to get to the yaoiness you all love and cherish), OC who does not hook up with any of the series characters but shows her face from time to time, AU, and some OOCness that I'm apologizing for in advance. And language.

A/N: If you did my one question survey, thank you very much! In truth XD I was lying about doing my paper on body art. Actually it's about staying focused. Most people don't follow the directions when they have more than one question. Some people don't even follow the directions when they get one question! Alas, there have been none who have been that amazingly strange on this site, so kudos, you can officially follow directions! Of course, I pretended it was about body art, but you can forgive me for that. And you will, because I wrote this chapter. This chapter does sort of piss me off, but I think you'll like it. You better like it! XD Okay, threats over.

Sadly, after this chapter I'll be working full force on my research paper and probably won't update for a very long time. D : That, and I don't have my desktop with me, thus this is the last chapter on my flash drive and soooo... yes, it's probably the last I'll be updating for a while. Unless my sister can access my locked computer. XD

And so I would like to think those people who reviewed, for you are amazing. And kudos to those people who read all 20 chapters in one sitting!

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In Which There Is A Dream

Naruto couldn't sleep. Because when he tried to sleep, stupid bad stupid thoughts came to mind. The kind of stupid bad stupid thoughts that made Naruto really wary about sleeping because then he'd have stupid bad stupid dreams. Which he wasn't really fond of. For example, once he dreamed he was a ninja, and that Gaara was a ninja too, with this monster that lived inside of him and kept him from sleeping. It was really weird. That's why Naruto had stopped reading Shouta, which was a manga about this ninja boy who lived in a village where all the people despised him because he had a demon in him and his adventures with his friends.

Tonight's thoughts rested on Sasuke. The problem was that ever since Naruto had hugged him and then run into him with all those bruises, all he could think about was seeing Sasuke naked. Which was stupid. And bad. But mostly stupid.

It was stupid because… well, to start out with, Naruto had only wanted to befriend Sasuke at first because he was so afraid that Sasuke would end up like Gaara: diagnosed with anti-social personality disorder. He didn't want anyone else to be hated simply because they didn't like to talk. And then they'd finally, wordlessly become friends, because Sasuke tolerated him and no one else, really, and now here Naruto was contemplating covering himself in whipped cream or seeing Sasuke naked. Damn you, brain!

And Naruto wasn't gay, which was the problem. Well, maybe he was Sasuke-gay, but Sasuke looked like a fucking girl. He looked like he could just randomly grow boobs and everyone would cheer and say "Look, puberty finally hit Sasuke!" And he acted like every once a month he had some serious problem going on— Naruto snorted at this thought, mostly because Sasuke was in a constant PMS mode— and he waggled his hips when he walked and his legs were long and

Naruto just needed to stop thinking about it. So he counted.

He'd already memorized the amount of things in his room, so he quietly crawled out of bed and tiptoed into Iruka's room, where said man was fast asleep. After all, it was like, 11:50.

Iruka always had millions upon millions of things to count. For example, Iruka collected knick-knacks, and Naruto liked counting how many bobbleheads or toy rings or mini statues Iruka had, because the number always changed. And, Naruto liked counting the repeating pattern on most of Iruka's bed sheets (Naruto always got only plain bedsheets, because Iruka didn't like when Naruto stayed up late counting things). Naruto especially liked counting how many times Iruka breathed, because that was relaxing.

But tonight… he felt like waking Iruka up. So he did.

"…uh… N'ruto…" Iruka rubbed his eyes. "Did you have a…" He yawned, "Bad dream?"

Naruto shook his head and sat on the bed next to Iruka. "My head's sorta spinning. I can't sleep."

"You're thinking too much?" Iruka asked sleepily. Naruto nodded. "What are you thinking about?"

"Uh…" Naruto frowned. He couldn't see a reason to lie to Iruka right now, and he felt guilty that he'd been lying to Iruka recently anyway. So he told the truth. "A friend of mine."

"What about your friend?"

"…well… he's…" Naruto frowned deeper trying to make sense of his feelings. "He's…"

Iruka seemed fully awake now. "You can tell me, Naruto."

"I don't know. I can't understand it." Naruto pouted. "We're really good friends. Maybe best friends… you know? But…" Naruto sighed. "It's just…"

Iruka pulled Naruto into an embrace that made Naruto feel like he was six again. "It's just that you want something different from the relationship." He said, ruffling Naruto's hair fondly.

"Sort of. I just have… thoughts." Naruto paused, feeling uncomfortable. "Weird ones." He finished.

"And I'm going to assume you don't want to talk to me about them?"

"Hell no I don't— I mean, uh… yeah, I don't want to talk about it. Them."

Iruka gave him a look, but continued, "And you don't want to tell him?"

"No way. Never in a million years. You have no idea what he's like… he's so WEIRD. If I told him, he might kill me. Or worse." Naruto squirmed and frowned deeply again. "If I don't tell him, it'll be better."

"What if he shares your feelings but doesn't know how to say it?"

"Yeah right." Naruto muttered. "He's not like that. He gets what he wants. If he wanted me like that, he would've already…no, I don't think he's like that. Like me. And I'm not technically well... you know. I'm like that...just… for him." He flushed and picked at the sheets.

Iruka smiled. "Naruto," he said gently, "Maybe you don't know your friend as well as you think you do? Maybe you should ask him what he feels about your relationship now."

"We're guys," Naruto complained. "We're not supposed to talk about feelings, are we? We're supposed to punch each other and ogle girls and… this isn't supposed to happen."

"Naruto, life isn't scripted, you know." Iruka pointed out. "You have to work with what's tossed at you; you can't look back and wish for things not to happen."

"What if he doesn't like me? What if he really doesn't like me afterwards? I don't want him to hate me."

"You should take a few days and think about how to approach him. You can do it, I know you can." Iruka looked at his clock. "You should try to get a little sleep. We'll talk tomorrow, if you want."

"No!" Naruto was mortified. "Not tomorrow. Sasuke is coming over tomorrow; I don't want to talk it over tomorrow."

"Who's Sasuke?" Iruka asked.

"He a friend of mine." Naruto said, hoping he was wearing a straight face. "I kinda randomly asked if he'd come over…Sorry I didn't ask first."

"That's alright. Is Sasuke…" Iruka looked Naruto in the eye and Naruto blushed heavily.

"I'm going to bed," he muttered, and Iruka laughed.

"Good night, Naruto."

"Night, Iruka."

It was hot. Stifling hot. In more ways than one. Firstly, the temperature was so high in the room… or was that just Naruto? And then there was Sasuke. Chained. To Naruto's bed. With strawberries and whipped cream. He looked at Naruto with lusty black eyes, licking his lips that were so perfect and small and… pink. Oh dear god, why did Sasuke look like he was the topping on strawberry shortcake? Naruto chewed on his own lip nervously, and Sasuke chuckled, and oh god in heaven that was so sexy. So sexy, so good.

"Well?" Sasuke asked, and Naruto looked him over once, twice, and then breathed:

"I want to eat you…"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Naruto-kun," he purred, and Naruto gulped and inched closer to him. "I want you to eat me." There was that hollow in Sasuke's neck again… Oh god, Naruto wanted to bite it, to kiss it, to lick it…just to taste it. So he moved closer. So close that he could feel Sasuke's breath on his skin, and it was cold compared to all the heat and Naruto leaned down and caught Sasuke's lips and god help him, it was so perfect, so fucking perfect. Sasuke tasted so good, so good…

And then Naruto pulled back and watched Sasuke's little tongue run across his bottom lip oh-so-slowly, and all of a sudden he needed to taste again, deeper this time. So he crashed down on Sasuke and pushed past the little pink tongue and the lips and…

Yes, that was what he wanted… Sasuke responded and their kiss grew sloppy and how did Sasuke know how to turn Naruto on so well? Naruto trailed hot kisses down Sasuke's neck, and the little hollow at the base of Sasuke's neck was all his finally…

He leaned in and bit down and— yes, yes, fucking yes— Sasuke moaned a little happy moan and Naruto loved it, like a fine tuned violin, oh god oh god oh god don't let it end now…

"Naruto…" Sasuke moaned huskily, and Naruto continued his ministrations of Sasuke's neck and the dark eyed boy writhed and oh heaven itself, the friction, the delicious friction… Naruto moaned and placed an open-mouthed kiss on Sasuke's shoulder.

Sasuke arched, held down by his chains, and Naruto felt the cold of the whipped cream and the heat of his body and he ached, his groin ached so much— he needed Sasuke, oh he needed him so bad right now, but…

Sasuke rolled his hips against Naruto's and whispered nasty little nothings, how bad he wanted Naruto in him, how good Naruto would feel in him, how much he needed Naruto to just fuck him because god damn it, why did they need a reason? And yes, yes, yes he was Naruto's little slut and all Naruto's for the taking… And Naruto moaned and licked up the whipped cream on Sasuke's chest which had a spicy sort of tangy taste to it that reminded Naruto of what his real snack was… and hungrily he gazed down at Sasuke who moaned wantonly because Naruto wanted him so fucking bad

And so he had to go lower, because that was where the real treat lay, and Sasuke made little noises when Naruto ran his hands down that pale body flushed pink, and his bellybutton was so perfect and oh sweet Jesus Sasuke was big down there…

"Naruto…" Sasuke panted. "Naruto…"

"How bad do you want it?" Naruto wondered aloud, and Sasuke bucked and pleaded for Naruto to just touch him, just touch him and god don't ever stop touching him, just make it feel good, because he wanted it so good that it was sinful.

Naruto couldn't say no to Sasuke… not when he panted and bucked and moaned and made that cute face when he bit his lip to keep from letting out a shaky moan when Naruto leaned closer and opened his mouth and was poised to swallow Sasuke whole and

He woke up.

There was a sticky mess all over his boxers and bed. And it was…

Because of Sasuke…

"What was I thinking?" Naruto whined, grabbing his head and pulling his hair. "Sasuke can't come over, noooo…"

What if Sasuke came into his room and just knew that Naruto had just dreamed… oh god, what if he knew what he'd just dreamed? No, no…. Sasuke could never find out.

Even if he was so hot. Never, never, never. Naruto hurriedly bundled up the dirty linens and stripped out of his boxers and put on yesterday's pair and threw the sticky mess into his hamper. And then he breathed out and counted slowly backwards from one hundred.

He picked up all clean clothes and rushed to the shower.