Author's Note: I wanted to somehow bash Itachi just beacuse it's really fun, and he's such an ass right in the anime. So, I thought of an idea, and it expanded into this. No, I lied; it did not start out that way. I thought Sasuke needed some good ol' lustin', since I've been reading a couple lemony, but not x-rated eriol/tomoyo fics, and, hey, might as well apply it to naruto, right? Right. So, I began it, and I found my way to bash Itachi, which makes happy. And I hope it makes you happy too. Enjoy!
Enter reality:
Taking a breather from his spar with Naruto, Sasuke glanced at Kakashi coaching their third teammate on chakra control. Her chest was heaving up and down from the exertion, and her zipper was a little lower than what Sasuke was used to. He immediately snapped his head back and tried to calm down his quickened pulse. Those damn magazines…
Enter flashback:
A couple of nights ago, Sasuke slowly walked into Itachi's former bedroom, which he had left completely untouched ever since his elder brother had basically decimated the entire clan. Everything was neat and tidy – the blanket was folded into a square, nothing was on the wooden desk, and only a thin film of dust covered the floor. It was too clean. Sasuke hated it.
As he looked over the room, he suddenly noticed that the floorboard near the foot of the bed wasn't completely flat. Curious, he grasped its edges and pulled upward. And what lay beneath the suspicious board completely befuddled the poor boy.
Itachi's secret hoard: stacks of Ninja Arts Illustrated, haphazardly piled, along with a yo-yo and what quite possibly could have been a condom. Ninja Arts Illustrated? Hadn't his father banned the magazine from the household, saying it was corrupting and utterly useless? And the topmost one was the swimsuit edition nonetheless. Whoever knew Itachi was a closet pervert?
In all his ignorance and naiveté, Sasuke began to flip through said magazine, wholly contaminating his innocent, in a way, mind.
Enter fantasy:
Her lips were everywhere, littering feverish kisses on his lips, ear, and neck. Her hands slid from his hair to his cheek to his back.
He responded with the same fervor, energized by the passion she elicited.
Sasuke bolted up from his bed, coated with a cold sweat. Those godforsaken magazines had taken over his mind.
Back to reality:
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, just as Sasuke snapped his head away from Sakura, Naruto decided to punch him in the face, allowing him to blame his currently bleeding nose on the blond fox boy. As the two began to squabble and argue, Kakashi grinned under his mask. If only Sakura knew just how much power she had over Sasuke…
