I don't own Naruto.
Warnings: Yaoi
Roommates
Itai!
Naruto sat down on top the desk. This was Ibiki-sensei's classroom, and he didn't really feel comfortable there. Ibiki was sick, for the first time since Naruto had started working at SC, and now he was filling in for the crazy man. Ibiki's classroom was bigger than Naruto's, and there wasn't any kind of decoration in the room.
And no, the fake plant on the desk did not count.
But Naruto wasn't nervous because he was substituting for Ibiki in History. All he had to do was look after the students when they worked with their books and projects. What he was nervous about was that his roomies were in this class. Even Kiba had this class, because it was compulsory.
Naruto hadn't had any of these students; he saw when everyone had seated. Well, if you didn't count the red-haired woman that had implied that he was a slut, and her friend. They were there, Karin and Juugo, with their third friend, Suigetsu. Naruto had heard Kiba and Sasuke curse them at home, and therefore knew their names.
"Hi!" He smiled at them happily. "Ibiki-sensei is sick today. So you'll have to deal with me."
"That means we can do what we want, right?" Kiba asked hopefully.
Naruto snorted. "You wish. You're going to ..." Naruto picked up the paper with notes Ibiki had left. "…You're going to continue with your project." Naruto looked at the paper again. He raised his brows at what came next. "That's really taking advantage of me." He muttered.
"What is?" Ino chirped curiously.
"Ibiki-sensei wants you to do a front page for your project."
"We always do that," Sakura pointed out dryly.
"And you're going to paint or draw it by yourselves. You're not allowed to use pictures." Naruto finished. Multiple groans could be heard. "Yeah, yeah. It's going to be fun." He grinned at them, and they just groaned again.
After a few minutes, everyone had gotten papers and pens to paint something for their front page. Naruto watched, amused, how annoyed Sasuke looked.
"This is damn impossible, baby," the Uchiha finally groaned. "You can't draw anything that has to do with Second World War."
"It's 'Naruto-sensei'!" Kiba barked from behind Sasuke. Kiba was one of the few that were glad to escape studying and writing, and instead being able to just paint something. Sasuke smirked.
"Whatever, just get over here, sensei, and help me out."
Naruto jumped off the desk. He stood behind Sasuke, arching a brow when he noticed that the Uchiha hadn't even touched his pen. "Aren't we creative today?" He said sarcastically.
Sasuke merely shrugged.
"You could always draw ... hm ... a Nazi on a horse ... no, wait ..." Naruto put his hands on Sasuke's shoulders, unconsciously massaging the Uchiha. "... how about a gas chamber. Ibiki would just plain love that, like the horrible person he is ..."
Sasuke fought to keep his eyes open as Naruto's hands worked like magic on his shoulders and neck, through his hair. He smirked inwardly, knowing that Shikamaru would never feel Naruto's hands like this.
"A gas chamber, how 'bout it, teme?" Naruto bit his lip, thinking. "You know those blue little pills they threw in through a hole, yeah, coming from the ceiling over naked people. You like naked people, so it wouldn't be a problem for you ... and-"
"Naruto! Could you please be a little realistic? I can't draw, so please, something simple." Sasuke snapped, totally forgetting to keep his cool manner up.
Naruto stopped massaging, probably realizing what he had been doing. "Do a flower then, teme."
"And just what does flower have to do with the Second World War?" Sasuke growled. A few of the other students were watching them, curiously, and interested in their relationship. Sakura and Ino were giggling at their antics.
"You should make it like a boot just stepping down on it and the background-"
"You're starting again, baby."
"Eh, sorry. I don't know. Draw Hitler or something." He waved it off and walked back to his desk, sitting on it again. Ibiki's desk was a bit smaller than his, with less pens and pencils, but with more papers. He sighed, taking the paper with the instructions for the class Ibiki had mailed him. He grabbed a pen and started drawing, just some simple lines.
He looked up, seeing if anyone needed help, but something caught his eye. His eyes widened a little.
Sasuke was painfully slow pushing a pencil in and out of a pencil sharpener. The pencil went in, pretty deep into the hole, and out. In and out, in and out. Naruto licked his lips, not taking his eyes of the show Sasuke was pulling off. Sasuke put down the pencil and the pencil sharpener on his desk, pretending not having done a thing.
Naruto frowned, wanting to see his sexy boyfriend show him more for some reason unknown to himself. He wasn't disappointed when Sasuke's slender index finger started move in and out of the circle his other index finger and thumb were forming.
Naruto forced to take his eyes off the sight and continued his clutter.
UAUAUA
After having sex like two animals it was always nice to sleep. But since it was soon to be dinner, as soon as Kiba arrived with Hinata and started cooking, they settled for the second best. Watch TV.
Naruto's eyes were stuck on the screen as a few guys were riding their motorbikes on a wide road that lead the hot guys toward Osaka.
Sasuke didn't really like the actors, seeing as they were muscled and pretty masculine with stoic, cool expressions. A bit like himself. But he didn't dress in leather jackets and he certainly did not walk that way with his arms, as if swaying and trying to gain speed with them.
The fact that Naruto practically had stars in his eyes when K-something entered the pub had nothing to do with it. Nothing. He wasn't jealous of some B-actor that had girls (and Naruto) swooning over him.
Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, by the way.
"Why don't you get a motorbike?" Naruto asked suddenly. Sasuke arched a brow. "It would be so hot!"
"We're saving for our own apartment, remember?" Sasuke started run his fingers through his boyfriend's soft hair, the strong arm still wrapped around said blonde's shoulders. "Besides, I'm hot anyways."
Naruto leaned against the Uchiha, one hand on the clothed chest, and the other on the jeans clad thigh. "Yes, you are." He tilted his head a little, placing a kiss on pale lips. "You're hot." Naruto gently bit Sasuke's lower lip. "Really hot."
Sasuke smirked, suppressing the urge he had to tell the K-something that this ass (his hand ran down Naruto's back, groping a handful of ass) was Uchiha property.
"We should have sex on the desk in your classroom, Naruto-sensei," he whispered. The blonde didn't look too glad at that comment. "That would be hot."
"I'm not your sensei, Sasuke. And we are never having sex on my desk ... maybe the one in the bedroom."
"But that's not the same thing. Do it with me in an elevator or in a maid's outfit and we may have a deal." Sasuke got a slap on his thigh for that suggestion. The Uchiha scowled, not liking being slapped like that, even if it was just playfully. He had just started to get hard and Naruto ruined it by hitting him. Maybe it was why he had gotten slapped in the first place, he didn't know.
"We're back!" They heard Kiba yell from the hall. No one gave him a reply, seeing as Gaara would never care and Shikamaru had been avoiding Sasuke and Naruto the whole day by locking himself in his bedroom. With the looks Sasuke had been throwing the brunette, Naruto didn't blame him.
Kiba entered the living room, holding Hinata's hand. Kiba frowned and Hinata blushed when they saw Sasuke's nice grip on Naruto's jeans clad arse.
"We're back!" Kiba repeated, ignoring Sasuke's hand on Naruto's behind. Hinata wished she could ignore it too.
"Yes." Sasuke said calmly. "I see that."
"I'm hungry, Kiba!" Naruto picked up a pillow, throwing it toward the brunette, who caught it. He noticed the girl. "Hi, Hinata-chan!"
"Hi, Naruto-kun," she mumbled, blushing.
"I'm hungry too," Kiba admitted. "Stay here with Uchiha and Blondie, will you, Hina-chan? I'll be right back, I need to take a shower." He pecked her cheek, disappearing to take a shower before preparing the food. Hinata blushed, sitting down in one of the armchairs.
"How was your day, Hinata-chan?" Naruto asked happily. The Hyuuga-girl briefly wondered how he could sound so relaxed and normal with a hand stroking his ass. Not that she would ever think or utter the words 'stroking' or 'ass'.
"F-fine, thanks, Naruto-kun."
"You go at SC too? I've never seen you there." Naruto titled his head a little as Sasuke started snuggling into his neck, kissing and licking on the tan skin. She hoped they didn't notice that she stared at the way Sasuke's big hand moved up and down over Naruto's ass, groping and feeling then and there.
"Ye-yes, but I go in another building than the one you w-work in."
"Hmm..." Naruto nodded to himself, pushing Sasuke away from his neck. The Uchiha scowled, disliking that his boyfriend didn't want his kisses. Naruto's ocean blue eyes were again stuck at the screen. "He is so cool!"
Hinata stiffled a giggle when she saw the homicidal look Sasuke threw the guy on the screen. But she blushed when she saw the actor - he was cool, and hot. She had had a small crush on him since she was a teenager. She guessed Naruto had too, by the look on his face.
She jumped a bit when Shikamaru stepped in, he didn't even notice her as he walked straight to Sasuke. "Can we talk?"
The Uchiha shot the brunette a dirty look, before letting go of the frowning blonde, and standing up. He followed the lazy brunette out of the living room, out in the kitchen. He didn't sit down, nor did Shikamaru.
Shikamaru inhaled, before speaking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked for it and I shouldn't have allowed it. I regret it."
Sasuke arched a slender, dark brow. "You're damn right, Nara. You shouldn't have asked for it, and I swear to Kami that you will regret even thinking of my boyfriend that way when I'm done with you."
"Done with me?" Shikamaru looked a bit sceptical. "Are you going to kick my ass? 'Cause I'm pretty sure Naruto would mind."
Sasuke chuckled. "I'm not going to 'kick your ass', Nara, even if it sounds tempting. I have ... other ideas." Sasuke left as Kiba entered, chuckling coldly at the somewhat worried expression Shikamaru had showed at the mention of other ideas.
UAUAUA
It was awkward between Shikamaru and Naruto. Gaara had never thought it could be more awkward. Until two days later, when Naruto was on his way out, going to TAD and work a little on his new projects.
The front door slammed up, hitting Naruto - who was putting on his orange jacket - right on the side of his face. "Itai!" The blonde gasped, his hands flowing up to the side of his face. Shikamaru entered, a terrified look on his face.
"I'm so sorry!" He yelped, sounding very out of character. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were standing there!"
Tears were streaming down Naruto's face, and his lower lip was bleeding. The blonde's cheekbone, his temple and a bit of his jaw line and forehead were a screaming red - it would probably get an ugly purple colour by bedtime. "Did you have to slam the door open?" Naruto mewled, sounding pathetic. His slim hand was now covering the hit part of his face, his slender fingers barely touching his burning skin.
"I'm so sorry, Naruto." Shikamaru gripped Naruto's shoulders, pushing the artist back in the kitchen. "Sit down, I'll get you some ice." The brunette ran to the freezer and taking out a pack of ice. He grabbed a towel, wrapping in the ice inside of the olive green fabric. "Here. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Naruto took the towel, tears still on his cheeks and his balance a little off. He hissed as the cold towel touched the left side of his face.
Gaara walked inside the kitchen, his eyes widening a bit at the scene. "What's happened?" He asked darkly, worrying about his best friend.
Naruto looked up, but Shikamaru answered first. "I opened the door and Naruto was standing there. I didn't mean to hit him."
"Oh. Is he okay?" Gaara sat down on the chair next to the blonde, wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Are you okay, Naruto?"
Naruto sniffed. "It hurts a lot, Gaa-chan."
"I know. I know." Gaara smiled vaguely, almost invisibly, brushing a pair of blonde strands out of blue eyes.
"I want daddy." Naruto's eyes swam over again.
Gaara, knowing about Naruto's father and their relationship, could only smile. It was both cute and horrible how Naruto could act like such a baby and want his father from times to times. Gaara understood why his best friend was so obsessed with his father when he was scared or hurt. The poor blonde had grown up too fast and not been given a chance to have a father hugging him and telling him it was alright.
You knew you had too much spare time when you can think out psychological things like that, Gaara decided. Damn his insomnia.
"Daddy isn't here right now, Naruto." Gaara comforted. "I can call Sasuke if you want to?"
Shikamaru was watching helplessly, feeling like a jerk, and hoping that Sasuke was in a meeting or that Naruto didn't need him. Sasuke was going to kill him. Shikamaru started thinking out escape plans. The ideas started turning more and more ridiculous.
"C-can you call TAD?" Naruto sniffed.
"Yeah, of course." Gaara picked out the blonde's cell phone out from a pocket on the orange jacket he was wearing. He found two contacts with the suffix 'sensei'. "Which one do you want me to call?"
"Deidara. Sasori is scary." Naruto mumbled, putting the ice towel away. Shikamaru flinched, seeing the blue and yellow forming on Naruto's cheekbone and the red surrounding it. The lip had stopped bleeding, and the crimson liquid had already dried on his chin and on the wound.
Gaara dialled the number, reaching someone and telling this Deidara that Naruto had had a little accident and wasn't able to make it. When done, he put the cell phone on the counter. "He hoped you were alright and that you were able to come back soon." Gaara said.
Naruto nodded, but immediately regretted it. Gaara grabbed the cold towel, putting it carefully against his friend's ugly bruise.
"I want daddy," Naruto repeated, his voice soft and thick with tears. The red-head understood that Naruto had gotten a really bad hit. Naruto was probably very confused and a bit dizzy.
The salty water that was tears still ran down his cheeks, and Gaara couldn't blame him. If he had been the one getting such a hit, he would have cried too. After locking himself in his room and making sure no one could see or hear, of course.
"Naruto, your father isn't here right now. I'll call Sasuke, okay?"
"But I want my daddy. Why is he never here? He is never home!"
Gaara felt a bit uncomfortable, unsure of what to do. The hit had probably been worse than he thought.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard two voices in the hall, and he almost ran there. Sasuke and Kiba were talking as they took off their clothes. Since when did they travel together?
The question must have been visible on his face, for Kiba answered his thoughts. "Uchiha picked me up at the gym, so I wouldn't have to stand in the snow. Because it's snowing! Woho!"
Gaara hushed him harshly. "I need to drive Naruto to the hospital, can I have the carkeys?"
Sasuke's and Kiba's dark eyes widened and they stared at him. "What?! Why?!" Sasuke yelled.
"Ssssh!" Kiba kicked his roommate on the shin, making the Uchiha growl.
"He got a door on his face. It's really nasty. I don't think I can carry him, can you?" Gaara asked Sasuke, who nodded.
"Hell no!" Kiba protested. "You are not carrying him, and not you either! I am. I don't want you to drop him in the stairs." The dog lover jogged to Naruto.
"Why aren't Nara checking on him? He's a genius." Sasuke grunted out and jumped over a pair of shoes and followed Kiba.
"Well, it was kinda Shikamaru who knocked him."
"WHAT?!"
UAUAUA
Kiba carried the blonde, bridal style, to the reception at the ER. Sasuke, Shikamaru and Gaara had to jog after the muscular brunette. The Uchiha was talking to his brother on the phone at the same time as he jogged and flipped through a few papers, his cell pressed between his shoulder and ear.
Sasuke had been talking with Itachi about hospitals the entire ride there, and the elder Uchiha had told him that this was the best, and conveniently not too far away either.
"Oh dear, what happened?" The middle aged, dark-haired nurse asked.
"A door slammed open," Kiba explained. "He didn't faint immediately, but he rambled a bit before he fell asleep."
"We'll take him in immediately. You think you can carry him to that room over there?" She pointed at an open door and Kiba nodded. "Good. And tell him over there to turn the phone off."
Sasuke turned his phone off after saying goodbye (grunting) to his brother and put the papers away. They carried Naruto into the room, where a man in a white coat was seated.
"Hm. Who's this?" The doctor asked, gesturing for Kiba to lay the blonde on the bed.
"Uzumaki Naruto. A door slammed open on his face. He was rambling before he fell asleep." Kiba blurted out, as if rehearsed.
"Okay ..." The doctor walked back to his desk, taking a sheet and a pen and handing it. "Help each other fill this outside, please. And I'll take care of your friend." He almost pushed them out, calling for a nurse and then he closed the door again.
"His parents' names?" Kiba asked, after having written down Naruto's name.
"Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina." Gaara replied.
"... Blood type?"
"B positive." Sasuke muttered.
"Is he taking any meds?" Kiba was just about to write down a no, when Gaara stopped him.
"He took Prozac or something in junior high, you know anti-depressive drugs."
"Yeah. He takes pills for ADHD now," Sasuke muttered. Kiba looked surprised, though he wasn't shocked either. He wrote it down, and then filled in some questions he could answer himself.
A nurse came out to them soon. "He is going to be alright. We'll just keep him a few hours and then you can take him home. He had a wound here," she pointed her chubby finger above her cheekbone, a bit in her hair, "that needed a few stitches."
Gaara, Shikamaru, Sasuke and Kiba wondered how they could've missed that, but didn't say anything. Sasuke looked ready to explode from both fury and worry. Gaara felt calm again and Kiba was bouncing a bit in his chair. Shikamaru was pale, and his brown eyes never leaving Sasuke.
She got the paper and smiled gratefully. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to get you, okay?" They all nodded, and she ran off to check out if she could find Naruto's journal and history.
They entertained themselves by talking about their days as they waited. Kiba had failed a test, Gaara had been at his elder brother's office and Sasuke had been in east Tokyo with his father and brother.
The doctor they had left Naruto with came to get them, with a tired smile on his face. "He's ready to see you now. He has been talking a bit absently, but the door hit him very hard after all. He's just lucky he didn't get a concussion."
To Be Continued
Next Chapter: Black eyes
Naruto and Kiba glanced at each other, then looked at Gaara. "No, we're not." Then they ate in silence for a while, before Gaara became so uncomfortable that he just had to tell Naruto.
I was horny when I wrote chapter 12. So...
Lemon: After a few misunderstandings it's always nice with some smex.