A really fast update to apologize for how SLOW the last one was.

Moar citrusy stuff ahead.

The Foolishness of Youth

I'm an idiot, Sasuke decided. That could be the only possible explanation for his current position. Not that it was a particularly unpleasant position, but the fact he hadn't offered even token protest . . . He thought it should bother him.

What bothered him was that it didn't bother him.

So here he was, flat on his back with legs wide open and mostly naked, being enthusiastically kissed by a horny teen in an equal state of undress.

Naruto had wasted no time in getting them to this state when Sasuke worked up the nerve to go to his room. He had no idea where Kiba was, only had Naruto's assurance the other Controller wouldn't return for a few hours. He seemed to have no idea of anything these days.

Except it felt stupid good to have Naruto's weight between his thighs, slowly and constantly grinding their mutual arousals together with only thin material separating them. His black boxer briefs and Naruto's ridiculous orange boxers.

"I love kissing you," Naruto got out between nipping kisses.

Sasuke didn't verbally respond, his mind too wrapped up in noticing stupid things. Like how the sheets weren't as smooth as he'd like. How hard and soft Naruto's body was. How nice he smelled; clearly he'd showered, and his skin had the very faintest coconut scent to it.

Not that Sasuke could find fault with that, he'd showered before coming here for just this reason.

Naruto abruptly sat up. "Can I touch you?" he asked softly, reaching to the short bedside table.

Sasuke blushed when he saw a tube of lube. "Yeah," he heard himself say.

The blonde gave him a sultry smile. "Take them off," he instructed softly, nodding to the underwear.

The blush deepened, and again without thought he found himself obeying. He slid his thumbs under the elastic waistband and inched them down his hips, thighs, knees, and finally ankles. Naruto watched the progress with rapt attention, popping the cap of the tube and squeezing some of the clear contents onto his palm. Then he tossed it somewhere and worked his own boxers down with his free hand.

Sasuke didn't get the chance to enjoy (or even really see) the sight as Naruto suddenly resumed kissing him. Then he half yelped, half moaned when a cold and slippery hand closed around his hard and weeping arousal. Naruto's weight lowered down onto him again, and he shuddered when he felt Naruto's length nudge against his.

Wrapping his arms around Naruto's broad shoulders, Sasuke easily fell into the rhythm of Naruto's stroking hands. He worked them both together, and Sasuke wanted to reach down and help him, but the thought of touching the slimy lube proved to be supremely disagreeable.

So he tried to show his appreciation in the kiss, pleasure warming quickly where Naruto touched him. Why did someone else touching him feel so much better than his own hand?

"Hnngh, you're so cute, Sasuke," Naruto abruptly groaned, shifting.

In a dizzying whirl of motion, Sasuke suddenly found himself on his side with Naruto pressed to his back. The blonde's hand didn't stop its ministrations over his arousal, but the pleasure and eroticism spiked when he felt a slick hand slide over his ass and delve into the cleft.

"I won't do anything more," Naruto panted at his neck, "but I wanna touch you . . ."

Before Sasuke could even think to protest, a warm finger pressed right to his anus and worked inside with shocking ease.

"Fuck!" he gasped, arching up at the strange, invasive, intimate touch. It didn't hurt, but the weirdness of it took his breath away.

Perhaps before he was ready, Naruto pressed a second finger in alongside the first. That brought some discomfort, and Sasuke felt himself clench wildly around the intruders. The contrasting sensations front and back were enough to make his whole body start trembling, a juxtaposition that carried him right to a razor edge.

Part of him was grateful he couldn't breathe. He was sure he'd be making the most embarrassing sounds, whining at the not-quite-pain and moaning at the numbing pleasure. He could feel Naruto rutting against his lower back, only a little distracting and incredibly erotic. He could feel precum being smeared on his skin, and that was also embarrassing.

In a few words, this was all too much. That didn't stop him from trying to find a rhythm with the hand stroking and squeezing him and the one fingering him. Those two fingers kept pushing deeper, stroking and squirming all around as if looking for something.

And Sasuke knew the instant they found it. Somewhere in the dim recesses of his mind he knew this must be his prostate gland, but no one had ever told him it could be made to feel like that. The orgasm it forced from him was so intense his vision whited out, and those fingers just pushed him higher and farther than he'd ever managed alone.

He was pretty sure he blacked out for a few seconds.

The sound of Naruto trying to breathe normally helped him focus.

"Shit," the blonde breathed. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Sasuke blushed and again wondered what had compelled him to come here tonight. This was stupid. And it would definitely happen again. Apparently, stupid was contagious. He fought an irrational urge to punch Naruto as he buried his face in his hands.

"We shouldn't have done this," he muttered.

"What?" Naruto immediately protested. "Why not? It felt good, didn't it? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The concern in his voice convinced Sasuke to sit up. He glared down at the blonde. "Of course not." The blush came back, damn it. "It felt . . . good." Really good.

Naruto grinned. "Then what's the issue? I wanted to touch you, and from where I was sitting you really wanted me to."

Controlling his temper took a little more effort, this time. "It's not happening again."

Eyes practically bugging out of his head, Naruto sat up, too. "What! Why not?"

Sasuke folded his arms and leveled him with a stony look. "Not until you link with me and we use your third form."

The idiot wilted. "But Sasu~ke," he whined, "I can't spar with anyone for another two weeks! You know that!"

Sasuke lifted his chin. "That gives you two weeks to think about it." He made to get up.

Predictably, Naruto grabbed him and disallowed escape. "Oh, no. If I can't do that again for two weeks, then you're sleeping here with me tonight. We'll see if you can resist when you wake up with morning wood."

That almost made Sasuke smile. He usually woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares, a condition which seldom (never) left room for anything else. But he couldn't remember having nightmares the one time he'd slept here last.

"Fine," he gave in, "but not naked. You're sticky. And sweaty. Get off me and go clean up."

"Geez you're fussy," Naruto chuckled, getting up. He hauled Sasuke with him. He seemed to hesitate as they reached the bathroom. "Ne, why doesn't my third form bother you? I mean, doesn't it freak you out?"

"No," Sasuke said, turning on the water and rummaging for a washcloth. "Why would it? Controllers aren't the only ones who want the most powerful partner, you know."

Those words made Naruto's whole countenance light up. "Heh, I guess not. And I am powerful. Really powerful."

Getting the cloth wet, Sasuke started rubbing his skin clean. He observed Naruto for a moment. "I know. I mean, we all got a hint when you lost your temper with Neji." He turned away. "But if you want to bond with me, we have to work on your lack of control over your emotions."

A long and loud silence. Suddenly, strong arms embraced him from behind. "That sounded an awful lot like a promise, Sasu~ke."

Growling, Sasuke shoved him back with considerable strength. He might have a slighter build, but he wasn't weak. "It was a warning, idiot." Then he busied himself with rinsing off the cloth. "I'm just saying I'm not automatically discounting you, all right? I have no idea who I'll pick when the time comes. Not yet."

Judging by the face beaming at him in the mirror, Naruto heard only what he wanted to hear. Sasuke pushed the cloth into his hands and strode out of the bathroom. He slipped back into his underwear and dug out a pair of Naruto's sweatpants. They were a little bit baggy on him, but at least they weren't orange. He curled up in sheets that smelled like Naruto.

Only a few minutes later, Naruto joined him. The pair of sweatpants he'd put on were orange, but Sasuke decided he'd been demanding enough for one day. He sighed softly when the other teen spooned up to his back and lightly kissed his ear.

"G'night," he whispered.

Sasuke fell asleep quickly, and no nightmares plagued him.

~*o0o 0o0 o0o*~

Cleaning up the evidence of his violence hadn't taken as long as Naruto feared. In fact, he was mostly done after only a few days. As he finished scrubbing the last burn marks, Naruto's mind happily wandered over last night. He didn't like having to wait so long to touch Sasuke again, but he could live with it.

Because his raven Coordinator had, for the first time, expressed the possibility that he wanted to bond with Naruto. I knew I'd win you over. The thought of fighting with Sasuke in his third form still made him nervous, but he had time to continue working on that. He supposed if anyone could handle it, it would be Sasuke with all his raw ability.

Shit, I can't believe he linked with two Controllers at once. That's just so crazy impressive.

The sound of the door opening drew his eye, and blinked to see Orochimaru. Of all the instructors at The Academy, this was the only one he didn't like. The guy was sort of creepy. Scary smart and skilled, but creepy. Even so, Naruto put on his best and gave the man a respectful nod.

"Sensei?"

Orochimaru closed the door and leaned against the wall, folding his arms. "Tsunade asked me to make sure you weren't slacking off."

Naruto stood up, making a sweeping gesture to take in the whole hall. "Nope. I'm almost done."

"I see that," the instructor said with a strange little smile. "I'm here for another reason. The Academy's Shinobi-bonding Committee has ongoing concerns about your intentions. Is this little tantrum-throwing going to happen again?"

The word choice irritated the crap out of him, but Naruto didn't correct it. "No, sensei," he said. He would never again risk hurting Sasuke, directly or indirectly.

"Good," Orochimaru said, nodding.

A little surprised that was all, Naruto waited for him to say something else.

He didn't wait too long. "Mind my asking what it's like?"

Blink. "What what's like?"

Orochimaru chuckled, but it wasn't a warm sound. "Having the Kyuubi inside your head."

"Oh." Naruto frowned. "It's not like that. The demon's sealed and completely dormant. I can't hear a voice or anything."

"But you do use its chakra."

"Well, yeah. But that's my only awareness of it. I've been told my temper flares more easily when I'm using it, because it's such a destructive chakra."

The tall, skinny man seemed to digest this. "Interesting. Do you know how uncommon it is for a host to be able to use its demon's chakra?"

The question gave Naruto pause. He'd never thought about that. "No."

Another smile, this one cold and somehow reptilian. "You are the first known case," the man said. "In nearly one thousand years of recorded sealing rituals, you are the first known to actually use his demon's chakra. Do you remember when you began doing so?"

"Uh," Naruto mused, "not really. I was pretty young, I guess. I don't really remember making the decision. I just sorta . . . started doing it." Then grinned at how impressive this all made him feel. "Could you tell the Committee I'm not backing down in my decision to bond Sasuke? We're really starting to connect, and I'm dead serious about him. I won't screw it up. I've been working my ass off."

The man's expression grew strange. "Yes, I've been watching your progress ever since Tsunade started taking an interest in you. I must say, your raw potential is tremendous." He straightened. "But I've taken enough of your time." He paused before exiting.

"This conviction of yours will carry you far. You don't waver in the face of adversity. It is exactly this which will see you persevere."

Then he was gone, and Naruto stared after him in surprise. Wow. That sounded a helluva lot like encouragement. Shrugging, pleased by this inexplicable turn of events, Naruto returned to finishing his task. Maybe he'll tell the stupid Committee to get the fuck off my back and accept that me and Sasuke are happening.

I don't give a fucking shit who says we can't.

~o0o~

"You might be surprised to hear what it is Kakashi's had Sasuke working on."

Already impatient, Itachi forced himself not to show it. "What?"

"Linking with two Controllers at once."

Itachi managed not to roll his eyes. "Impossible."

"You'd think. Sasuke did it."

This time, Itachi couldn't fully control his features. He felt a muscle in his cheek twitch. "Thank you," he said, terminating contact.

When the screen went dark, Itachi leaned back and stared blankly at the far wall. Sasuke did it. He linked with two Controllers at once. That's impossible.

A whirlwind of possibilities sprang up in his mind. Oh, the doors this opened. If I and one other Controller could bond with him, imagine how much more quickly I could accomplish my goal.

Of course, being able to do a thing and being able to do it well were two different things. I suppose I will have to content myself with waiting. Turning back to the monitor, he typed in a few codes. A geometrical image sprang up, one with various lines and blinking lights. It was a comfortable, familiar sight. He watched some of the lights move and counseled himself to be patient.

I've been waiting four years. I can wait a few more weeks.