Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Drop the Bass; Cut the Midrange ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Notes (let's get this over with before the good stuff starts):

 

I didn't want to make a prologue, so I'll make this as short as I can. This fanfic has been uploaded by me (SuiRen Kataga), but the original author is Karl. It has been posted with permission. Both Hidoku and I claim that only the characters (Emuri are Hidoku) are of our ownership; the Naruto world and any mentioned characters belong to the rightful owners of Naruto.

 

Both part 1 and part 2 are set in the same world; a Naruto RPG forum which had included both Konohagakure and Sunagakure as available places to RP in. Hidoku, Emuri, and Temari are played by real people, and “Emuri” and “Temari” are a couple in real life. Karl is the RPer of Hidoku, and I am the RPer of Temari. The boy coming down the hill on crutches at the end of the story is another ninja named Akira (from the same RP forum), who is sufficiently unimportant.

 

Hidoku (or Karl, I should say) originally wrote this for a bet: that, since he was a prideful person, he wouldn't be able to write a juicy yoai fanfiction based on the RPG enviroment that we were in. As you can see, he won the bet with flying colors.

 

Enjoy, and I hope you don't get too lost. <3

 

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Sixteen years old. That seemed to be the only thought on Emuri's mind at the moment. Coming of age and all that. It made things a rather special time. He'd invited everyone over to the family estate to celebrate. His father was still fast asleep, though he was wide awake. It was, of course, the crack of dawn. He hadn't been sleeping all too well as of late.

 

Of course, neither had Hidoku, who was making his way through Sunagakure at the very moment. He'd been getting up progressively earlier every day, preparing for the final round of the chuunin examinations, and though he'd said he intended to take a day off and sleep in late prior to the celebration for his friend, he had found his biological clock unable to do so in any way, and had gotten up early himself. With nothing better to do, he made his way over to Emuri's estate. He hadn't brought much but a small box in which some rather nice wine was contained, a throwback to the time they'd met in the bar. He hadn't had any better ideas, and if Emuri was at all like him, birthday gifts were starting to become fairly vestigial.

 

So it was when he arrived at the other genin's house that he sighed, it seemed irrational to expect anyone else to be up. But he was equally surprised when he found Emuri waiting to greet him. Perhaps the other boy, too, was having difficulty sleeping. A sarcastic “happy birthday” found its way out of Hidoku's lips. He knew, of course, that just like all their exchanges, it would end in some sort of sarcasm, and spite. Hopefully it wouldn't end in some sort of irrational fight. If worst came to worst, then he'd just have to apologize and depart. Not that he wanted to do that, or anything, after all, there was a likelihood that some other “socializing” could be done at the part with a certain other party.

 

At any rate, he found himself even more surprised when Emuri did indeed respond by inviting him in. That much was shocking.

 

“I've prepared one of the guest rooms in the house,” Emuri said, before leading Hidoku to that room.

 

Hidoku shrugged, and followed suit. He supposed it would be disrespectful to say something like, `look, I'm sorry for being so early so now I'll leave,' but at the same time, he didn't want to wait another hour or two before everyone else showed up. As a result, it seemed like the best course of action to just subtly try to find some way to back out of things, not exactly his greatest course of action, as Emuri seemed to have a talent for seeing through most of Hidoku's little white lies.

 

No matter.

 

“Er, Emuri,” he said, inquisitively. “I've got to get something else for the festivities, is there anywhere I can leave this box?”

 

“Sure,” Emuri replied. “Just put it down in one of the side rooms.”

 

Hidoku went over to one such room, sliding open the rice-paper door. The room inside was a dimly lit, sparsely furnished bedroom. Slightly eerie, he mused. There was a musty scent, coming from somewhere he couldn't put a finger on, though it had to be the bed or the window, as the former was the only real object of furniture in the entire room. Hidoku heard footsteps behind him, probably Emuri checking to make sure he hadn't gotten lost or something. That rather annoyed Hidoku—he was tired how the other genin had a tendency to act dramatic and superior, even though time and battle had proven the exact opposite. While Hidoku himself didn't feel overtly superior, he definitely saw some clout in his making the final round of the examinations and Emuri's failure to do so. With that thought lingering on his mind, he set the box down inside the room and turned to step outside.

 

It was at that moment that Emuri ran, quite literally, right into Hidoku. Emuri was still having some trouble adjusting to his new-found sight after his surgery, and had managed to trip. While recovering himself, he had accidentally followed through right smack into Hidoku's face, causing their lips to meet, rather awkwardly.

 

Just what the fuck now, Hidoku thought, angrily, is this?

 

Emuri's thoughts were more of a, Damnit, sorry.

 

Hidoku shoved Emuri off him suddenly, forcing the other genin to take a couple steps backwards. “What the hell was that about?” he asked, angrily. “You…bastard! I'd been saving that for someone who really deserved it!”

 

Of course, Hidoku, ever the sort of ladies' man, had been referring to the fact that Emuri, in his stupidity, had taken Hidoku's first kiss. Hidoku, being a sort of odd emo-boy at heart, saw some sort of significance in it, evidently one which Emuri had not seen, having kissed Temari already some umpteen times.

 

“Happy birthday, pervert,” he hissed.

 

Emuri looked at Hidoku apologetically. “I'm sorry,” he muttered. “It really was an accident…”

 

Hidoku, however, wouldn't have any of it. He gave Emuri a hateful glare with his two pallid eyes, then launched into a rant.

”Oh, sure you're sorry,” he snapped. “I mean, I saw that. That was deliberate, you asshole! I mean, for god's sake, this is the kind of crap that only happens in the sick fantasies of fangirls and stuff! Seriously, you—I mean, just—what the hell were you thinking? I mean, I swear, being friends is fine, but you—trying—JEEZ!”

 

Emuri shrugged. “Eh, Hidoku, it's just a kiss,” he muttered, before looking the other boy rather oddly in the eyes. There seemed something enchantingly amiss about the pallid green spheres, the way the looked at him with such hate. In truth, Emuri had found the kiss almost pleasant. Hidoku didn't taste anything, he mused, like Temari, but almost good enough. Something, he supposed, to take up his time. They did, after all, have an hour or two. “After all,” he continued, “What's one, or two, or even three…?”

 

And with that, Emuri pressed himself on Hidoku again, shocking the slightly older genin beyond belief. He tried deepening the kiss again, but Hidoku struggled away. Emuri, however, had the advantage, and grabbed Hidoku by the wrists, pinning the other boy's arms above his head, before going in once more, moving his lips seductively along Hidoku's. For a second, they parted, and the stream of vitriol bestowed upon Emuri was almost tangible.

”YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Hidoku yelled. “WHAT AR—mph!” Emuri used this distraction to force his tongue into Hidoku's mouth. Initially infuriated, Hidoku found himself slowly giving in to the hormonal high granted to him by the other boy moving his tongue around in his own mouth, gradually slackening his resistance. It wasn't like there was anything better to do for the next hour or so. If this was what Emuri wanted for his…damn…birthday, it'd be what Hidoku gave him, sickening as it was.

 

Emuri's hands left Hidoku's for a moment to bring them to the other genin's shirt, forcing their mouths to part momentarily. It also provided Hidoku with the moment of distraction he needed. With Emuri's hands making trails across his chest, Hidoku rushed forward, bowling Emuri over onto the bed.

 

“Now,” he hissed. “You've made me mad, and I don't think you'd like me that much mad, alright?”

 

Within an instant, Hidoku was on top of the younger boy, straddling his body. Emuri's eyes were wide, half with shock and half with eagerness.

 

Ironically, Hidoku's prophecy that there would be a squabble had come true, but it certainly hadn't been what he'd expected.

 

“Now,” he mused. “How shall we begin…” he sighed, deftly maneuvering his hands underneath Emuri's shirt, removing it. He gazed down at the other boy's chest, built from constant physical training. Of course, it was the kind of thing the girls would chase after. He chuckled, a slightly sadistic glee overcoming him.

 

“You…I could never want you,” he whispered, leaning over lightly trailing his tongue across Emuri's chest. When he had reached Emuri's neck, he nibbled slightly around the collarbone, at the same time bringing his hands up to Emuri's chest to stroke it gently, almost as if he were a father taking care of a child. He brought his lips again to Emuri's, and meeting no resistance, slipped his tongue within the warm cavern of Emuri's mouth, eliciting a soft groan from the other boy.

 

And as suddenly as he had done so, he removed himself, leaving Emuri feeling desperate and needy. He reached out his hands, attempting to wrap them around Hidoku and bring him back somehow, but Hidoku simply shifted himself away.

 

“This isn't turning me on,” he sighed, taunting Emuri once more. His hands began playing slightly with the lip of Emuri's pants, sliding in, then leaving, as if he were attempting to make some sort of decision on whether this were really worth his time at all. He looked at the newly present bulge in the other boy's lower regions, and decided it would be worth playing a little more.

 

“Emuri, you're so easy to get a reaction out of…I mean, I'm not even hard…for someone who wants this, you're awfully unwilling to contribute.” With that, Emuri had had enough. His hands came up and seized Hidoku by the collar. He didn't like being outdone in any way, and it seemed this was becoming inclusive to within bed.

”We'll just have to rectify that, won't we?” The other boy replied, slipping his hands under Hidoku's shirt, resuming where he had been before. Hidoku complied with Emuri's struggles, attempting to make things easier for the other boy. If this was how he wanted things, he'd oblige, for now. It was slightly funnier that way. Now shirtless, he was a little surprised to be in a vice grip, his bare chest pressed against Emuri's, stuck there by a pair of rather strong arms on his back that ran their hands up and down Hidoku's spine, causing him to struggle against Emuri slightly. He couldn't let himself slip in control here. Emuri lifted his head slightly to begin suckling at Hidoku's earlobe. It was at this point that Emuri felt a sudden press against his own arousal, and knew his efforts to bring Hidoku slightly closer to his level had been successful.

 

Hidoku, by contrast, was frustrated. He seemed in control of every part of himself except for his hormones. At Emuri's soft touch, he had deliberately avoided making any sounds of arousal or something, trying to prolong the mental torture for the needy boy. However, the feeling of his own length growing, he realized he was in some parts absolutely powerless, and realized he needed to take control once more.

 

And so, he decided, finally, to relieve Emuri of his pants, then his boxers. It felt a little awkward; the truth was, looking at the erection of another boy. His hands shook slightly as he gripped it, quite tentatively, then lowered his head, initially sucking at the tip before moving on and taking the entire length in his mouth, moving his head up and down methodically. Emuri's constant groaning and bucking upwards made things a little more difficult, but Hidoku was never the type to be stopped by something like that. It wasn't long, however, until Emuri reached his peak, spilling his contents down Hidoku's throat. Unwilling to force himself to vomit, and yet unwilling exactly to stop, Hidoku quickly removed the remnants of his own clothes.

 

And within seconds, he was inside Emuri, moving with slow, methodical thrusts, sweat tricking off his body as skin ground against skin. The motion was almost dizzying, almost sickening, and at the same time, greatly pleasing. Hidoku was almost shocked at his unwilling emission of various sounds of arousal, but as time passed, he found himself losing his conscious wit and simply worrying more about Emuri. What he was doing felt simultaneously right and wrong, but all thoughts of this were blurred as the xlimax reached him and he expelled his seed into the other boy, panting and whispering Emuri's name all the while. Emuri looked up at Hidoku, an awestruck look on his face, before wrapping his arms once more about the other boy, pulling him down on top of him once more, this time for a far more conserved kiss. Both of them, now, were exhausted, and soon guests would be arriving, but of this they had no worries.

 

Perhaps, however, they would have arrived at worry if they'd looked at the door which they'd stupidly left open, wherein a boy and a girl looked, both absolutely dumbfounded. Perhaps Hidoku didn't have to worry as much, as it wasn't his teammates, nor was it the girl whom he'd loved for nearly ten years watching, but perhaps the boy who was coming down the hill on crutches would give him more cause.