Legacy
Naruto stood there, frozen as he noted the title of the book before him. Picking it up slowly, he hesitantly opened it, almost fearing what it revealed. It wasn't just the content of the book – though it was fairly disturbing, but it's actual existence.
Sitting in the corner, he watched as the blonde was caressed by the soft glows of moonlight, illuminating the surface as her wanton moans embraced his ears alone. Her body shifted slightly while her eyes searched for his and breathy pants escaped her lips.
The brunet smirked as he watched the elegant body twitched; so readily flushed under her fingers. And his gaze. As her lustful voice called his name, he stood up.
'How troublesome... T-'
"Naruto," an irritated voice interrupted his reading. "Why are you reading that trash?"
Naruto quickly closed book, trying to ignore his flustered state. "Sasuke, why can't I write like that? I'm Jiraiya's greatest disciple."
"With your vocabulary? And even if you could, who's POV are you going to write it in?" Sasuke leaned over slightly, gazing at Naruto in an almost patronising way. An eyebrow was raised for emphasis.
"Male?"
"As the hot blond angled his erection into the woman's willing body, a desperate screech indicated he had hit her prostate?" The eyebrow went higher. Someone was feeling dramatic today.
"Hey, that's a good one!" Naruto eagerly memorised the line. He was inspired already. Turning to Sasuke for support, it suddenly died again.
"..."
"What is it?"
"..."
"Sasuke?"
"..."
" FOR GOD'S SAKE! Tell me before I make you!!" Naruto was clearly running out of patience.
"Idiot. Women don't work that way."
"... Oh.... It was good while it lasted."
"Idiot."
"Hey! I'm upset you know."
As Naruto huddled, faking a tear, attempting futilely to extract some sympathy, Sasuke moved closer, tilting until his lips nearly touched Naruto's ear.
"Rather than writing about it, how about we just live it? Besides, I'll bet even he wouldn't have it as wild as us." Next to him, Naruto shivered.
Icha Icha Again: How Troublesome suddenly found itself on the floor.
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Omake
Sasuke dragged Naruto towards their house, both of them eager to get back. Prancing around the roof, they didn't notice the author of the novel, lassoed by Chouji's scarf as Temari tugged him home with equal fervour.
Chouji stood watching both couples while munching on exotic snacks courtesy of the Sand. He wasn't sure if he wanted his scarf back after this.