A/N: This story isn't technically mine, persay... It's actually a by-product of a doujinshi I read. But I loved the idea so so so much I decided to write a one-shot based on it. Some things have changed...like Sasuke's part...but the idea with Naruto is basically the same. Hope it's okay with the wonderful person who created that wonderful doujinshi.
I do, however, hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Because the doujinshi was hot and I just wanted to do it justice.
One-Shot #56
Genjutsu?
Uzumaki Naruto was never very good at genjutsu. The problem with it was, as Jiraiya so eloquently put it, Naruto just wasn't smart enough.
Clever? Lucky? Stubborn? Yes. Intelligence and comprehension that marveled Sasuke and Sakura's level? Um, no. It wasn't his fault; it was just how he was made. So it makes sense the young blonde would, in fact, fall for his very own genjutsu.
The annoying brat, as Jiraiya had taken to calling him, had just turned fifteen and was beginning to get, well, curious. It made sense, after all, that boys his age were. He had always had a natural curiosity that rivaled the natural curiosity one has to checking out a car crash. It just was. And, the only thing boys at his age were curious about was girls…or guys, depending on the preference, and what to do with them.
Of course not every boy Naruto's age had a perverted teacher who was more than willing to show said young boy everything to do with them, and some damn interesting moves that you'd only see in fetish magazines. But, sadly, Jiraiya was interested in the opposite sex that Naruto was. The young boy was just way too confused and freaked out to admit it.
The boy's brain did, however, work in a mysterious way only the Great Maker Himself could understand and a light illuminated atop his spiky blonde head. The only way to assure himself of his own sexuality was to actually experience some sort of act with the same sex, and a member of that same sex that he trusted.
During the next training session he bugged his teacher so profusely the white haired man had no choice but to show him what he wanted to see, or be pestered to death. He sat the blonde down and tried to dumb down the information so Naruto's tiny brain could process it. Eventually something seemed to click in the kid's head and he seemed to, if only slightly, understand what Jiraiya was teaching him. It was a mind game he'd gotten trapped in himself many times, but maybe this time he'd be able to create one himself.
Late that night, when he was sure the old pervert was sound asleep dreaming about something Naruto cared not to imagine, he snuck out and made his way to a clearing far away from the small inn. It was quiet and secluded, two things the boy desperately needed to make the genjutsu work.
Naruto leveled his stance and closed his eyes. Forming the appropriate hand signs and focusing the correct amount of chakra to the appropriate places, he cracked an eye open to see the genjutsu beginning to work. Wispy lines of color and texture began at the ground and slowly molded together until they stopped at almost five feet high. They ended with spiked black hair atop a pale and brooding face. Naruto's genjutsu sexual encounter became Sasuke Uchiha.
The blonde was actually a little taken back. His genjutsu was a little vague when he came up with the idea. He was thinking of any one male he could just to experiment with, and he was surprised – although pleasantly – to find out it was the very person he was chasing. The genjutsu of Sasuke was standing there with his bored expression, bored stance, and his eyes glaring at Naruto. The blonde felt a pang of something he couldn't name, something akin to longing, hit somewhere deep as he looked at Sasuke.
Then he did something unexpected. He flung himself at the teen and hugged him tightly, burying his face in the crook of Sasuke's neck. Although much tinier than Naruto, Sasuke still seemed to have a commanding presence; especially when his voice rang out in the clearing.
"Get off of me, dobe!" Naruto pulled back at his words, but didn't take his hands off the illusion quite yet. "What do you think you're doing?"
Of course his mind would conjure up Sasuke's typical un-amused drawl and typical nicknames. Why come up with anything unusual, right? The blonde kept a hold on Sasuke's small shoulders and stared at him. Something was off, Naruto admitted to himself. He always had to look up to Sasuke, literally. Wasn't Sasuke always taller than him? Then, another light illuminated over his head. The Uchiha was so small because, in Naruto's mind, he was still thirteen. He could picture a fifteen year old Sasuke in his mind and conjure him instead, but it wouldn't be the Sasuke he knew.
The Sasuke was tapping his foot impatiently, a little tick few knew he had, and glaring intently at Naruto. Naruto, however, was still gripping the teen's shoulders and smirking dumbly. He still hadn't entirely figured out what he exactly wanted to do with him yet, but he did have a vague idea of what his mind fantasized about every once in a while. Now was a 'once-in-a-lifetime' chance to act out those naughty little dreams or illicit day dreams he had the horrible habit of allow himself in Sasuke's presence, and well after he left.
He took a step forward, only to close a gap that was barely there, and pressed his lips to Sasuke's. They were – surprisingly – soft and smooth and warm, nothing like Naruto's chapped, callous, and raw lips that were as they were from training. He pulled back slightly, just to take a glimpse of the emotion in his illusion's eyes. They were blank, as they always seemed to be when Sasuke looked at him. The blonde bit his lips before allowing himself another kiss. When he pulled away again, he saw something flicker through Sasuke's eyes, a mirror image of what was passing through Naruto's. It was a mixture of understanding and lust and it was making a light blush crawl over his usually stoic face. Allowing himself a tiny smirk of satisfaction, Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's neck and kissed him again. This time was different than the two previous – nearly stolen – kisses, this time Sasuke gave in and wrapped his arms around Naruto's waist, gripping the back of his orange jacket.
It took all of a few moments of the heated kiss for Naruto to push his illusion of Sasuke to the ground and hover his body over him. In the back of his mind, somewhere, was the thought of 'this is wrong', but it was drowned out by a much stronger thought of 'God, this feels good'. Both boys were blushing and overheated and Naruto wasn't sure if his mind was making Sasuke act like that, or if it was just mirroring Naruto's own lust-filled emotions. As the raven-haired teen moved his mouth lower, nipping at the sensitive skin on Naruto's tanned neck, the blonde let out a low growl and breathed out Sasuke's name, losing his hold on the illusion. Sasuke's body wisped away in a tangent of color and texture until Naruto's own overheated body collapsed on the cold grass. He sat up on his knees and scraped both hands through his hair, letting out a groan. In the midst of the passion, he totally forgot about keeping up the genjutsu. Instead, he'd let himself feel, and it felt so damn good.
As the blonde made his way back to the inn, he had to smile and chuckle to himself. He figured out his sexuality and he was right all along, it was the exact opposite of what Jiraiya thought he'd be, but he didn't mind. He might even find a way to tell the stoic Uchiha how he felt, but he'd have to find him first. And to find him, he'd have to train. And to train, he'd have to wait until his perverted teacher woke up and decided the time of day was right to teach him everything he'd need to know.
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Somewhere in the middle of the Sound village, a certain stoic Uchiha sat straight up in his cold bed and was breathing erratically, albeit heavily, and sweating. His one hand clutched his chest while the other brushed his sweat-soaked hair from his face. The sheet he was laying under was bunched at the bottom of the bed and his pillow was lying on the floor. Something in his dream had made him writhe and wriggle around in that bed until he eventually sat straight up.
A light knock to his door let him know he'd woken up Kabuto, and quickly shunned the medical-nin away from his door. Sasuke was still clutching his chest and breathing heavily nearly five minutes later as thoughts of his dream danced through his head.
An orange-clad body on top of his, a tanned hand sliding up his chest under his shirt, rough and calloused lips crushing against kissing his own, and the raspy voice of his own blonde dobe breathing out his name. He'd never heard Naruto say his name like that, and it's what sent his back arching off that mattress and his pillow, which he'd previously been gripping mercilessly, off his bed.
Without a better word for what he'd experience, it was amazing. It was everything he'd thought about many times over, and much more. The dream felt so undeniably real, he could nearly feel everything he was dreaming about.
Not really sure of anything at that moment, except maybe his sexuality, he haphazardly fixed his bed and attempted, without much hope of it actually happening, to go back to sleep. Figuring he'd deal with this new, and very strange, development in the morning, Sasuke groaned and tried to get the new and immensely erotic images of the blonde out of his head.
When the hell did that idiot get so damn sexy, anyway?
What'cha think?
Gotta love Sasuke having a wet dream, right:: insert fan girl snickering here ::
