The Switch

Chapter Six – Sasuke x Tampon [A Request]

A/N: I have commitment issues when it comes to fics, especially the ones that I don't like (-_-) but you all seem to be enjoying this so…we'll see :) Thank you for all the favourites, follows, reviews and PMs. You have no idea how much I appreciate the support :) On another note, the pairing votes are in and it looks like the fate of this story has been decided ;) thank you for taking the time out to vote. This INTERLUDE chapter was a REQUEST!

Warning: Awkward sexual-like content. Consider yourself thoroughly warned :)

Tenten's rough fingers pressed into his hips for a moment as she tried to steady him. A light electric current shot up his spine. Sasuke drew in a deep breath as her fingertips moved against his lower ribs, her palm cupping his side. It wasn't an aggressive action, just the opposite, but as Tenten's newfound strength and vitality flowed into his skin he felt panic-stricken. As if she was doing something far more intimate than attempting the stanch the flow happening between his legs.

His heart thumped like a gong in his chest and he couldn't seem to regulate his breathing. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and audibly as he tried to focus on what his mind was telling him rather than the savagely strong, primal urge of his body.

This was a tampon.

A fucking tampon.

He was a man. He should be squeamish—terrified even—of the idea of anything going up any part of his body.

And yet his breasts ached with a fierce inflow of blood that made them round and lift, hardening his nipples. He held his breath as Tenten tentatively inserted the tip of the device at the mouth of his opening. The mere touch of it made him feel as if he was being wounded tighter and tighter.

And it felt frighteningly good.

Was this what intimacy felt like as a woman? Surely it would feel differently with an actual guy. Sasuke imagined that the average male was larger—more filling.

The stray thought was violently pushed aside as tension coiled in his belly. Low. Humming through his pelvis.

He was overwhelmed with a drowning, floating sensation that was terrifying and sensual at the same time and mind-blowingly addictive. He felt a soft warmth blooming deep within his body and parted his hips further, not really aware of what he was doing and led purely by an instinct so strong it was overpowering.

He was sleek and wet—owing to his period, at least he thinks—when the tampon entered him, slowly, carefully at first because Tenten was conscious of the fact that her body was still virgin and she would be tight. And tight it was. The cotton invader seemed to have filled him completely, the sensation extremely uncomfortable and somehow oddly satisfying.

Heat unfurled in his belly. Was it himself or Tenten's body that was enjoying this? He mentally shrieked.

Slowly, erotically, Tenten withdrew it and frowned as if in thought. The lost sensation had Sasuke trembling. Little moans—whimpers escaped his throat; he felt fluid, like warm, raw silk.

"What are you doing?" The words sounded plaintive, weak, and he took another breath before he said more strongly, "Are you sure it's supposed to feel like this?"

Tenten was quite still. Her control was almost insulting when she nodded, a faint smirk touching her lips as she muttered, "If you keep fidgeting, it'll fit awkwardly."

His head fell back as she sought and found the secrets of his body with the tampon. Unconsciously he moved against her hand, seeking more of the foreign pleasure. Her thumb brushed accidentally against his bud, the tampon accessingly thrusting in and out—purposefully twisting and turning.

Small rhythmic contractions began to grow deep inside, sending shivers throughout his body. And still Tenten took her time, unawaringly building up the tension to the point where Sasuke no longer recognized who he was.

His tiny hand gripped a handful of his ex-head of hair and brokenly he demanded, "Is it in?"

"Trust me, if it was you would have felt it,"

It was a good thing his eyes were closed. He couldn't see Tenten's thin lips twisting with annoyance.

But he felt her irritation in the way the tampon surged forward again and was there. At the core. At the centre of everything. Sheathed completely in a hot velvet glove of tightness. Briefly he wondered what it would be like to replace the tampon with himself—with Tenten's stolen hardness. Wondered if he'd finally understand why so many girls were into him.

Did it mean he wasn't straight for wanting to know how it would feel to do it with himself?

He shut down his thoughts.

Only to have it drift down an even more dangerous, more damning path—where he imagined how it would feel to pierce the innocent flesh that he now possessed with his old self. Again and again. Until its original owner thrashed beneath him. The visuals quivered down his spine like a terrible sin. It made his breasts feel heavier and throbbed, the fiercely distended tips stinging like aliens with the power to reach down deep inside him and pluck at other senses he wished he didn't have.

Soon the only thing he could think about was the need that was building inside him that had to be assuaged—now. It took him over the edge. Felt the uncontrollable spasms of his body around his cotton lover(?), his body suddenly acutely sensitive and opened his eyes, his cheeks flushed.

That was when he saw him.

Hyuuga Neji.

It was like a deluge of icy cold water as his mind registered how much he'd lost control—how their positions may look to outside eyes. He jerked his hips away and gasped for air. His throat tightened up as he went horribly pale.

Tenten was oblivious, until she turned around. Subconsciously she withdrew the tampon almost completely. It felt as if she had dragged his soul out with her. And now that the pleasure was gone his stomach cramped painfully—perhaps in protest.

Horrified to be caught like that, Tenten said quickly, "Neji I can explain."

He looked shell shocked. Sasuke could see the white, bared expanse of his throat working convulsively as he swallowed. "I don't think you can." The words seem to tremble on the Hyuuga's lips.

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Neji looked at them for a long moment. Tenten couldn't read his expression and she felt so bereft it was like a pain lancing her insides. In all her horror, numb fingers released the tampon she had been trying to nestle between Sasuke's thighs. Lodged only at its tip, it eventually fell out from the frantic throbbing and pulsing that was happening around it. Apparently panic wasn't just gnawing at her own stomach, the Uchiha had jerked out of his shocked stasis as well and now it was settling in.

He pulled a breath and snapped his legs together, mortified. "Hyuuga," a gasp actually escaped his parted, wobbling mouth.

White eyes slid up the naked length of slender brown legs. Neji's jaw tightened as his gaze slammed into that face he adored so much. He stared at it in a state of blank disbelief and took a step back, his face all shadows and harsh angles in the light.

Tenten's black eyes followed him helplessly. She felt as if he were tearing out her heart and carrying it with him. The pain was so sharp that it caused her to stop breathing for a second, made her want to curl inwards. Neji had the situation backwards.

She took a deep breath before she spoke her next words, "It's not what it looks like."

There was a buzzing silence. She wished she could think of something else to say but she couldn't, and her voice was shaking—she'd heard it for herself when she spoke. Her brain had gone into overdrive, shock, sudden and abrupt, they all hit her foursquare.

Neji looked as if she had just slapped him in the face. His mouth compressed to a thin line of anger. He never got angry—not fire-breathing angry, anyway. He preferred the icy kind that could freeze the blood in your veins. And Tenten was frozen.

"Is it not Uchiha?" he deliberately kept his voice light, giving her the briefest of glances before returning his attention to Sasuke. He stared at him, his eyes like twin milky pools of blank incomprehension that made the Uchiha grimace. "Is it not Tenten?"

Needing to swallow the lump in his throat now because Neji's eyes were so intent on him, Sasuke looked down—and gaped.

"It's exactly what it looks like," he declared throatily, pulling up his shorts to give himself some sense of equilibrium back.

Sasuke made a mental note to dress conservatively around the Hyuuga, because clearly he saw the twit's body as something to ogle and swoon over. It probably was. He had seen and perhaps touched every perfect inch of it during his very long and accessing shower earlier this evening.

But he had not liked the lingering glance Neji dealt his legs before he hid what little of its length his shorts did behind denim. The sweater that accompanied his attire did very little to help to cover up as well. The blue blouse fitted too tightly beneath the voluptuous thrust of his―Tenten's―breast.

It was all he had had time to put on earlier when he made the discovery that he was bleeding like a stuck pig. He bolted to his house in hopes of finding Tenten and having her to explain what was going on with her womanly parts, but had been sourly told off by Hidan for disturbing whatever the fuck he, Itachi and the rest of their gang had been up to.

That was when he decided to phone her and Naruto answered, saying she had her hands full of ass. Sasuke scoffed in recollection, he would address the matter later. The priority right now was to find a way out of feeding Neji that ridiculous story about switching bodies with Tenten. If Sasuke still couldn't believe it, he was certain Neji wouldn't either. He'd probably think they were fabricating incredible tales to cover up their relationship.

Relationship? He questioned his choice of word bitterly. There had been a time when what he and the brat shared could be quantified as a relationship.

Memory skidded through his head but he banished it.

She never existed, the girl he'd thought her to be—

His face contorted, resentment curled in him. For a brief, knifing moment he felt a different kind of resentment.

—she'd been someone he'd made up, created for himself out of his own delusions.

Delusions that had come crashing down when―he savagely stomped down the memory. This was neither the time nor place to drench up the past.

"It's exactly what it looks like Hyuuga," he grounded out, as if he thought Neji hadn't heard him. Suddenly he didn't want to make it easy for Tenten, as much as he didn't care whether her pathetic feelings were returned or not by his best friend.

Neji arched a brow. His face was void of all the colour that previously rose to it. He was as pale as a ghost but he looked so horrified that he seemed to resemble someone who had just seen one.

"It looks like a number of things, Tenten," he conceded gruffly, his hands shook violently by his sides.

"Then it's probably your first guess," Sasuke said bluntly.

A/N: I must reiterate that this interlude was a request, someone literally PMed me and ask me to write Sasuke's reaction to being "fucked by a tampon" I'm sorry for grossing anyone out. I died so many times imagining it myself xD I warned you that my idea of humour is a little sick and this is rated M.

The actual chapter will be posted in a couple of days :) Sorry for the inconvenience, I usually take requests into consideration ;)

As it relates to the eventual pairing. I tallied the votes and guess who won :O

Reviews are always welcome.