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In a forest clearing several miles away from Naruto's apartment, Sasuke buried his face in his hands and let out a muffled curse.

The clearing served as a practice area where Kakashi and Sasuke met, either for Kakashi to teach him a new technique, or, when the jounin was away, for Sasuke to improve on the old ones.

This morning, like so many others since Naruto and Sasuke… got together (Sasuke glared uncomfortably at his practice dummy, face heating up; the practice dummy stared inanimately back.), left Sasuke completely bewildered, and slightly overwhelmed.

His concentration was so off he couldn't even practice his kunai-throwing properly, much less try out the chakra-conservation techniques Kakashi taught him a week ago.

Kunai-throwing. How pathetic could he get?

He'd miss his target by a good three inches, berate himself, and try again. Minutes later, Sasuke would find himself staring into space, his grip on his kunai growing slack, having a wide-awake-wet-dream.

He was fifteen, after all, and Naruto just—just affects him like that sometimes.

Damn you, Naruto.

His shirt smelled like Naruto. Hell, his skin smelled like Naruto, and, and, well…

Last night had been (amazing, intense, exhilarating, wow, they should do that again)… different.

Last night had been his first time as… top.

And while at first Sasuke had been extremely averse to being bottom, he began to rather like having the potentially wicked power of cutting Naruto off.

Also, Naruto had a rather effective way of winning him over to the idea. Mainly a sinful leer that had Sasuke torn between being highly uncomfortable or quite happy, thank you very much.

It was also the leer that had him agreeing to last night.

'Vivid' was a word to describe last night, with his Sharingan going haywire and everything coming to complete, mind-blowing, pinpoint focus:

Naruto's eyes darkening and his pupils dilating, taking Sasuke in, reflecting him, watching you watching me, Sasuke had thought, dizzily, helplessly, Naruto's cheeks flushing with arousal and Sasuke can see each tiny red dot under the skin, and Naruto's lips are red too, grimacing, plump, Sasuke had bitten them at one point, he remembers—

And Sasuke's seen this all before, seen Naruto at the brink of unraveling, but—

But never like this, this, so clearly and completely. Oh, Naruto.

It was intense, insane, and so good. So insanely, screaming Naruto good. It blew Sasuke's mind.

Something electric thrummed gleefully under Sasuke's skin, predatory and tender all at once.

And Naruto had finally noticed his Sharingan eyes, had made a small gasp, an alluring noise, the muscles in his thigh flexing against Sasuke's hip like an erratic pulse. Afraid. He was vulnerable like this, like Sasuke had been.

Sasuke had narrowed his eyes, and rocked against Naruto one last time.

Sasuke shuddered, took a calming breath, and counted to ten.

Needless to say, last night had been quite… memorable. Things tended to be, with Naruto around.

Like…

Sasuke sighed and gave in, finally, to the inevitable, letting his mind sink blithely into memory and gutter with a growl of irritation. Damn hormones. There was no chance of him managing to concentrate on anything now.

He methodically pulled out all the kunai from around his practice dummy--which he dryly noted was still as good as new and could be re-used, and packed them in his pouch.

Well, he had put off thinking about his… relationship (Sasuke winced, and really, it sounded so girly, and undignified, sitting around and mooning about his, well, he wasn't even going to think of calling Naruto his boyfriend!), until now.


After the reluctant admission from both parties that yes, they were quite attracted to one another, and yeah, it would won't be too bad if they started to hang out, a bit more; it had simply been easier for the both of them to shrug and go on with their lives, inwardly smug and extremely pleased at the turn of events.

And if sometimes a grinning Naruto showed up at their clearing with a bag of carry-out ramen, Sasuke didn't mind taking a break and eating with him, because Naruto was a moron in need of company. Naruto often countered that Sasuke was a complete bastard and no one but Naruto would want to eat with him, anyway. (Kakashi watched their antics with a benevolent smile that almost always got him a "Fuck off, you pervert!" from Naruto and a glower from Sasuke. He was almost always ungraciously not offered ramen.)

It was also understood that whenever Kakashi was off on a mission and no one could 'supervise' Sasuke, he was free to crash at Naruto's, and be assured no Anbu would come knocking.

While the late Sandaime was tolerant towards Anko and her… transgressions, the Godaime snorted disdainfully at Sasuke's almost-betrayal, and not even the combined forces of Naruto, Jiraiya and Kakashi's arguments, or in Naruto's case, whining, could sway her to re-instate Sasuke as Konoha genin.

At least, until Sasuke proved, beyond doubt, that his loyalties lay with Konoha.

Naruto's supreme confidence in Sasuke helped his case a bit, since the blond swore not to re-take the Chuunin exam unless Sasuke was allowed to, as well. Sasuke snorted at this, and informed Naruto that Naruto, being the dumbass that he was, would most likely blow himself up anyway if Sasuke weren't there, at his side.

The Godaime was at least forced to re-evaluate her decision at this, and the matter was brought up at Council. After deliberation, Sasuke was placed under a two-year observation period and Kakashi was appointed as his guardian-evaluator.

There was much, much private celebration that night: Sasuke's very memorable first time, dubbed so since it had quickly been followed by his second and third time, too. The (somewhat wanton, and totally inappropriate thing to think of while practicing kunai-throwing) memory of it still made him shiver sometimes.

Alright. Most of the time.

And, like everything else, morning afters with Naruto were particularly… interesting, as well.

Take, for example, his first one:

"You fell asleep on me!" Naruto cried indignantly, the moment Sasuke opened his eyes. He then promptly straddled Sasuke's hips, crossed his arms, and glared. "How dare you!"

"…What? I passed out on you!" Sasuke retorted, coming fully awake and glaring right back. He realized his mistake when Naruto's eyes widened and the weight on him lifted.

"You… fainted? I… hurt you? You have to go to Tsunade-baba!" Naruto babbled frantically, and suddenly Naruto's hands were braced against the backs of Sasuke's knees, pushing them, raising his back off the bed—and a panicked Naruto was staring at a horrified Sasuke's ass.

Sasuke, screaming incoherently, kicked him off the bed.

"I'm fine! You idiot!" Sasuke said shrilly, clutching the sheets protectively around his hips, "You complete idiot!"

"Then why'd you faint?"

"I did not faint! I. Passed. Out!" Sasuke snarled.

Naruto clambered back up the bed and hovered impatiently over him. Sasuke warily wrapped the sheets around him like a shroud.

"Why?"

"I have… limits." Sasuke's glare could peel paint off walls.

"…Huh?"

"You can't have sex with me all the time!"

"Why the hell not?" Naruto demanded suspiciously.

"Because I don't have your stamina, dumbass!"

There was a shocked silence, and Sasuke flushed darkly under Naruto's gaze.

Then—

"Ahahahahaha! Sissy!" Naruto crowed.

Sasuke felt justified as he kicked Naruto off the bed.


On the second morning after, Sasuke woke up, disoriented, to Naruto nuzzling his neck. Awkwardly he tried to nuzzle back, but since all he could reach were tufts of blond hair he wrapped his arms around Naruto instead.

I could get used to this, Sasuke thought sleepily. Naruto was being nice for a…

Oh. Oh. — Thigh between his legs—

Very nice.

"Mmm. Don't stop," Sasuke mumbled, arching and delicately rubbing—oh yes.

"Feeling up to it?" Naruto snickered in his ear. He raised himself up on his arms to look down at Sasuke, grinning.

"…What?" Sasuke frowned at the ceiling in confusion. Stupid idiot. Trust him to ruin the moment…

Sasuke was slightly mollified as a hand crept sneakily up his shirt.

"Think you can keep up with me, eh, Sasuke-bastard?" Naruto bared his teeth even wider. Testing. Challenging.

The hand apparently lost interest, pulling away.

"…The hell are you talking about, dumbass?" Sasuke said grumpily. He was starting to feel a bit… neglected.

"You fainted again last night!" Naruto cackled delightedly.

Sasuke growled and pushed Naruto off him.


On the third morning after, Naruto told Sasuke about the Kyuubi.

"There's a fox demon inside you," Sasuke repeated flatly, staring down at Naruto's abdomen.

Naruto, radiating warmth and chakra, propped himself up on his elbows and made a face at Sasuke, who was kneeling between his legs.

"Yeah, I told you like, five times already! Geez!" Said Naruto, with a rather theatrical sigh.

Sasuke ignored him and traced the seal with his index finger, considering. "… I thought it was just a tattoo. So this is why Itachi wanted you. And why everybody hated—hate, you."

"Sasuke."

Something about the tone of Naruto's voice made Sasuke look up.

"Do you have a problem with it?"

It?

Oh.

It.

Sasuke rubbed at his left shoulder, scratching at his own seal absently.

"Dumbass," Sasuke answered, casually. He put his hand over Naruto's seal, fingers splayed, and felt Naruto tense. "You said it couldn't come out, right?"

"Impossible," Naruto agreed, staring up at him impassively.

Sasuke smirked, leaned over until his face was an inch away from Naruto's, and whispered, "So, this," and he pushed his hand gently down Naruto's stomach, "Is why you have too much stamina."

Naruto's expression was uncharacteristically, carefully blank.

Sasuke let his smirk soften into a grin and added, "Don't be an idiot, Naruto."

And he pressed his forehead against Naruto's, because Naruto's mouth was slack with relief and his eyes were too bright.

"You bastard," Naruto managed shakily, "Don't use the Kyuubi as an excuse for not being able to keep up with me!"

"I'm not using it for anything. It's completely useless. In fact," Sasuke continued blandly, climbing into Naruto's lap and feeling him tremble, "It doesn't matter in any way to me at all."

Way too bright, Sasuke concluded, placing both his hands on Naruto's face, over his whisker-marks, cupping his cheeks. His eyes were almost painful to look at.

"Shut up and kiss me already," Naruto whispered fiercely.

Sasuke did.

The defiant bite marks all over Naruto's seal were gone by their mid-morning after.


But their fourth morning after that took place just that morning was by far the most interesting of the lot.

Sasuke felt his cheeks heat up at the memory. He wasn't sure if he should be annoyed, embarrassed, disturbed, or proud of what had happened last night.

On the one hand, Naruto had passed out, too. On the other…

While he definitely had no intention at all of hurting the other boy when he was helpless (Quite helpless, and incoherent, too, Sasuke thought smugly)…

If their roles were reversed, Sasuke would feel… uncomfortable, if Naruto's eyes turned red—a sign that the Kyuubi had taken over—and he, Sasuke, were trapped underneath him.

Well, and also a little bit turned on, but something that had only previously occurred when he was in battle, actually happening while having sex…

Maybe, Sasuke thought grimly, and with a little bit of paranoia, I have control issues. Unless… Maybe hormones affect the Sharingan's… efficiency? It isn't like I can go and ask anyone about it, and the only ones left with the ability are Itachi and…

And…

He paled.

Holy shit.

Kakashi.

Sasuke could just imagine himself blithely asking the jounin, Naruto-like, Excuse me, sensei, but has your Sharingan ever been triggered by your partner's climax before? He could also picture the grin on Kakashi's face when he answered, no matter how vaguely or delicately Sasuke phrased the question, the smug bastard.

No, Sasuke thought hysterically, I can handle this on my own.

And then the image of Naruto's earlier panicked expression flitted through Sasuke's mind, along with a faint prickling of guilt from his conscience.

With dawning horror, Sasuke realized that he couldn't very well pretend nothing had happened this time, because if he did, Naruto, being the gung-ho idiot that he was, would take matters in his own hands.

Which meant that Naruto would be talking to Kakashi about Sasuke and his apparent lack of control on his Sharingan.

Naruto Clueless, tactless, direct-to-the-point, no-nonsense Naruto.

Sasuke buried his face in his hands and whimpered.

Kakashi was going to have a field day.


...to be continued.