Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Everyone Else is Doing IT ❯ Dreams and reality ( Chapter 9 )

Everyone Else is Doing IT

(part 9)

SasuNaru

 

Naruto and Sasuke bond unconventionally over XXX Yaoi fanfiction. Neji turns out to have an interesting talent or two. Gaara is Gaara. Psychotic and unpredictable, with a penchant for black.

 

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“Time to lose, Uchiha,” Neji called out triumphantly from the top of the tallest object in the vicinity. “Though surely you were expecting that when you decided to rival ME.”

 

And they called the Uchiha-clan pompous?

 

“Like hell,” Sasuke snarled. How typical. They always find the highest thing to clamor on top of before talking trash. It was ANNOYING. “Get your ass down here so I can feed it to you!”

 

Neji laughed, a grin spreading across his face as his eyes narrowed. “As if you could defeat me…You cannot even protect what is precious to you.”

 

Sasuke's brow drew together in confusion. What the hell was Hyuuga on about?

 

Neji used his hesitation against him, leaping to the attack. Sasuke ducked low to the ground, avoiding the two-fingered knife hand that had aimed for his vitals. It was so fast, Neji's arm almost looked like rubber, or a whip or something, pausing as it arced around then snapping forward for a strike.

 

The Hyuuga-clan's fighting style was impressive, showy, and crippling. If any of those strikes hit him, a thousand more could follow in an instant, rendering him incapable of using chakra. To a ninja, that was death.

 

Sasuke timed a crushing heel kick to the spot he expected Hyuuga to occupy in the next second, relying on his sharingan to assist him. Neji's eyes flashed up at him, and he dodged at the last second, Sasuke's foot only barely grazed him.

 

“Katon no jutsu!” Sasuke leapt backwards, breathing a staccato stream of fire like a flame thrower. Neji's eyes widened, and he swung, spinning on his heel in a circle, raising the electric blue sphere of protection about himself, repelling the fire.

 

Sasuke grit his teeth. He hated that move. It was so cheap. He wished he had something equivalent.

 

“You're mine, Uchiha!” Neji was suddenly driving him back with a flurry of blows, his arms moving so fast that Sasuke could barely make them out. He could only detect the coiling of energy and sense of slowed time behind each snake-like strike, the sweep of footwork as he advanced. Faster, faster, inhumanly fast.

 

Sasuke saw, in his mind, a flash of blue eyes.

 

The two-fingered strikes jabbed into his flesh, through his guard. He couldn't evade them all. This sucked.

 

`Sasuke…' the voice sounded pleading. Naruto?

 

Sasuke found himself pinned to a tree, a powerful forearm cutting off his flow of air and the sharp end of a kunai pressed against his throat. “I'll take him from you, Uchiha. Body, mind, and soul.” Neji laughed as Sasuke's sharingan spun wildly. He leaned in closer to say in a near whisper, “And the first is already mine.” Sasuke's lips peeled back in a snarl of rage.

 

`Sasuke?'

 

The dream changed suddenly with the sound of Naruto's voice.

 

It was dark, yet not. An unremarkable room, with plain walls surrounded him. Drab. Grey. Lifeless.

 

He looked around himself, seeing no windows, no doors. No way out.

 

The room contained a chair, and on it, facing one of the walls, was Naruto.

 

Sasuke didn't call out to him, he just moved closer, not sure what he was expecting to find.

 

The shock of blonde hair framed a wooden face. A puppet. Protruding from his jointed mouth, a slip of white paper. Sasuke took it, carefully, not wanting to touch the blank eyed doll. The mouth fell open with a muffled clunk, and sand poured out from between carved lips in a waterfall rush.

 

The paper contained two words:

Not yours

 

Something like hot water spilled into the core of him, making him feel ill.

 

The sand was spilling over his feet, toppling over itself as the mound became larger. Would it stop? The room was sealed. There was no way out.

 

Sasuke shuffled backwards. Something was there. Arms circled around him, made him aware of his beating heart, playing its rhythm fast and relentless in his chest… in his head…

 

“Sasukeeee-”

 

The voice breathing against his ear was Naruto's. The lips upon its curve were Naruto's. The body holding him crushingly close…

 

Hands…

 

Somehow he was being held even tighter, yet fingers were running up his sides, across his stomach. Gentle. Terrifying. Making him feel things that he didn't want to feel… Making his body turn traitor.

 

He wanted to escape, to get out-

 

The room changed. The puppet, chair, and sand disappeared. He was still looking into the room, but it was as if he was in a well of blackness, in the depths of some darkened, recessed corner.

 

“Sasuke-”

 

The voice held promises. Weighty promises. Fingertips glided over shivering bare skin, his shirt was somehow gone. A hot mouth sucked and bit as his neck, turning his stomach inside out as he bit back a moan.

 

“Naru..to?” he breathed heavily. His mind was spinning, and his legs felt weak. Every movement of that mouth on his skin was sending sharp electric flashes jerking through him. Each touch, a direct connection to the pressure building inside of him. He was in trouble.

 

“Kiss me, teme.” The familiar nickname, and commanding tone made Sasuke's stomach clench. An image of the boy formed in his mind - His heart began to pound frantically at the thought of kissing the blonde… of initiating something himself. Of giving in, and disbanding the denial he'd so wanted to cling to. Of touching every inch of his tanned skin…

 

He turned in the circle of Naruto's arms and kissed him for all he was worth, pouring into it his emotions, his uncertainty, and his desire until he thought he would implode from the weight of it all... The enormity of what he was doing.

 

Naruto sucked him in, mouth moving against his in a way that would make straight men rethink their orientation. Fevered, passionate, intoxicating.

 

They were lying on a bed now, and Sasuke didn't pause to question it. He pinned Naruto beneath him. Naruto's hands found his hips, gripping them tightly as he rocked into them.

 

Sasuke gasped as heat flashed and prickled through him, his lower stomach aching in a way that it never had before. Soon, his body would be out of his control. His heated gaze fell upon the blonde that was causing all of this. Naruto's eyes were dark and hungry as they looked up at him.

 

Naruto rolled them over so they lay on their sides, facing each other, then he kissed Sasuke again, while his hand slipped low-

 

Sasuke bit back a cry as Naruto's hand brushed the source of his frustration; then his hips, his thighs… always coming back to torment his flesh, stroking, teasing. Sasuke couldn't take it. He pushed forward into the kiss, reaching past Naruto's hand to grip hardened flesh.

 

“Sa-!” Naruto couldn't even finish his name. He writhed and moaned as Sasuke's hand moved against him, and Sasuke invaded his mouth so fully.

 

“I want you, Naruto,” Sasuke realized it was true as soon as the words left his mouth. He wanted to feel Naruto's legs wrapped around his waist, his nails on his back…

 

The thought of it was too much. The pleasure peaked and Sasuke came hard. He gasped into Naruto's mouth, unconsciously clenching and unclenching the hand that touched Naruto, pulling the blonde to completion soon after.

 

 

 

Sasuke woke up, his heart pounding, feeling a little like he'd missed something.

 

He blinked in the near dark, and realized he was in the living room, on the couch. Naruto was facing him, asleep. He must've really been out cold not to notice Naruto slip under the sheet to sleep next to him. Must be because he'd been having so much trouble sleeping lately, being kept awake thinking about Naruto, and Neji, and stalkers, and everything. Surely, if it weren't for that, he'd have noticed a Dobe invading his personal space.

 

Sasuke noted his arm was draped over one of the blonde's hips. Shouldn't he have noticed THAT? Or the fact that his hand was touching bare skin…

 

Sasuke felt his brain start to seize as a cold knot of dread began to form in his stomach.

 

No.

 

No, no, no, no.

 

Ridiculous.

 

It was just a dream, his hand did not feel even the least bit sticky, and Naruto's mouth did NOT look thoroughly kissed.

 

At all.

 

…

 

Sasuke peeked under the sheet, and quickly put it back down again. Oh HELL.

 

The whole reason he'd decided to sleep down here was because after the kiss, and with the alcohol still swimming in his head, he hadn't trusted himself. He figured Naruto could have the bed to himself. He'd never dreamed the Dobe would come looking for him, and share the couch… I mean, it was a large couch, but still. Now to wake up and find this? That he'd completely violated Naruto in his SLEEP? Not to mention, he was violated back, but who knew what the dobe was dreaming about at the time? What if it was Sakura or something? He cringed. Though that might be unlikely as Sakura was missing… things. Unless maybe Naruto had very inventive dreams…?

 

Sasuke looked at the sleeping Naruto. There was no graceful way out of this situation. Even if he could get up off the couch without waking the blonde, there was no way he could remove the evidence of their… doing things to each other in their sleep, without waking him. Though- if Naruto woke up on the couch alone, he would assume that he had an erotic dream - by himself - and would just be embarrassed. Mild embarrassment. Nothing like what there would be if he woke up and saw things as they were.

 

For the greater good, he thought, apologizing to Naruto in his head. He wiped his hand on the inside of the dark cotton pants he'd slept in and dragged them up to where they should've been in the first place. He sat up slowly, carefully, cursing the leather couch as it creaked. Goddamn, how was he going to slither off this couch soundlessly? The arm of it looked dauntingly high. He scowled.

 

“'Asuke?” Naruto said blearily.

 

Sasuke's heart stopped.

 

It was amazing that your face could both drain itself of all color and yet flush at the same time. Truly.

 

Awareness was blinking into those blue eyes, slowly. Sasuke did NOT want to be around to watch the shit hit the fan. “Bathroom,” he choked out, scrambling over the couch, and ran down the hall.

 

He raced up the stairs, detoured at his room, snagging clothes and boxers, and locked himself in the bathroom.

 

It might not be so bad, he tried to tell himself. Tsunade thinks he liked you in the first place. Yeah, but her sense of prediction was atrocious, as her lotto playing failures could attest to. He groaned.

 

He ripped off the pants, tossed them to the floor and proceeded to take a scaldingly hot shower, wondering why hormones that he'd never before seemed to have possessed were suddenly making themselves known in such a dastardly way.

 

He groaned.

 

Now he was going to be stuck hiding in the bathroom again for god knows how long, hoping Naruto might just wander home again.

 

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Monday.

 

A day to follow a weekend he wished had never happened. There was no telling what had transpired between Uchiha and Uzumaki.

 

Neji drug his feet, not really able to get motivated in the morning's training exercises. He felt hopelessly bored and annoyed, as he followed his cousin and Inuzuka, who she somehow found attractive. He also felt a bit sullen, if he admitted it to himself.

 

For like the twentieth time since the beginning of this particularly gruesome Monday morning, Hinata blushed and laughed as Kiba spoke to her. They spiky haired brunette must be a regular comedian, Neji thought dryly. That or his cousin was really just so bland that everything he said was worthy of such a grand reaction. Neji rolled his eyes heavenward as she giggled YET AGAIN. God help him, he was going to knock their heads together so they could lapse into unconsciousness if they kept this up. Or maybe he'd just put them out of his misery with a mercy killing.

 

Neji glanced at their `teacher'. Another fine specimen. Nose deep in a book, the silver haired jounin barely paid them any mind, content to wander aimlessly, leading them from one pointless exercise to another. Worse than that, was the constant reminder of Naruto he presented. Neji was trying to put the blond haired ninja out of his mind, especially since he and Uchiha were potentially involved, but he was failing spectacularly. Speaking of Uchiha… Kakashi reminded him of the black haired pain in-the-ass as well, as he sported the clan's blood limit sharingan. Neji still wasn't sure how an eye transplant allowed one to utilize a blood limit, but he wasn't concerned about such things at the moment.

 

What was tormenting him exclusively was the thought of what happened the night Naruto stayed at Uchiha's place. Even the thought of something happening between them set him into a foul mood. Naruto deserved better than that pompous, self-important, oh-I'm the-last-of-my-clan Uchiha.

 

“Hmmm. Ahh,” Kakashi said, surveying the area. This was apparently his way of gathering their attention. They all looked at him expectantly. Kakashi scratched his head. “Uh, I have to go run a small errand, you see, so just… alternate sparring with each other, and running up those trees with your chakra until I return.” The jounin nodded to himself, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

 

Neji refrained from grinding his teeth in aggravation, in favor of rolling his shoulders in a half-hearted attempt to ease the tension there. Tree exercises and sparring? What were they, 12?

 

“Inuzuka,” Neji called out in a bored voice. “I challenge you.” Surely someone of the canine using clan would be worth some effort.

 

Kiba looked at him. “I already asked Hinata”

 

Neji's eye twitched in irritation. He looked from his face to hers. Blushing, the both of them. Disgusting.

 

This was a complete waste of time. He refused to `climb trees' as he'd mastered that rudimentary exercise years ago. Unless he could spar, there was no point to any of this.

 

He sighed, and made his way back across the clearing. Maybe he'd go home and do something more useful, like writing. Anything to take his mind off the fact that everyone seemed to be in line for getting some than him.

 

Feeling uncharitable as he made his exit, he called out over his shoulder. “Grow some balls and ask her out, wolf-boy. She already reads gay fan fiction about you.”

 

That said, he thrust his hands in his pockets and left.

 

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Sasuke blinked blearily at his opponent, trying to make his eyes register more than a blur of horrible green spandex. Sleep had not come easily to him last night. He couldn't get his mind off of Naruto. They hadn't spoken since-

 

“WINDMILL OF YOUTH!” Lee yelled.

 

“Eeeek! Sasukeee!”

 

Sasuke threw his torso backwards, barely keeping his balance as Lee whipped by, his legs a flurry of lateral motion. He leapt into the air after the threat had passed and formed a few familiar hand seals.

 

“Katon no jutsu!” Sasuke blew fire from his breath like a flame-thrower, catching the bowl-cut sporting ninja by surprise.

 

“Ohmygod,Sasuke,youaresoCOOL!” Sakura yelled as Lee narrowly escaped.

 

“OHMIGODYOUARESOCOOL!!!” The attending fan girls shrieked in echo.

 

“Truly… at … the height of… beauty and youth,” Lee panted, picking himself up off the ground. “But I… am also at my prime, Sasuke-kun.” He gave the girls a nice-guy wink and smile. They retched violently, but he seemed not to notice. He struck a pose, and waved for Sasuke to attack him once more.

 

Sasuke glanced at Sakura, verified that once again she was doing absolutely nothing, and attacked. He launched himself at Lee with a combination of fast flying kicks, deciding to try his taijutsu skills against the taijutsu-based fighter. Lee blocked him time and time again, and his sheer speed was impressive to behold. Sasuke kept up, landing a hit here and there with elbows, fists, and feet, while dodging and receiving much of the same. He wondered what Naruto was doing. Was he was upset? Should he have called? Would the blonde try to connive his new teammates into buying him ramen, or was that was something he only tried on Sasuke?

 

Sasuke cursed as something cuffed him in the back of the head. He sent a barrage of fireballs at the other ninja in a fit of ire, catching Lee's hair on fire. Dammit. I should have called.

 

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Naruto was sulking.

 

He'd been sulking since the weekend - Since the best and worst day of his life. He forgave himself the exaggeration on `worst', as he tried not to think about the wretchedness of his childhood if he could help it. Ok, the worst thing since…

 

He scowled. That near-death experience Sasuke had with Haku came immediately to mind. But he was trying NOT to think of Sasuke.

 

Easier said than done.

 

His mind drifted over the events of that night for the millionth time.

 

He'd finally found Sasuke, sleeping like the dead on the couch in the living room, a thin sheet thrown over him. Naruto approached him.

 

“Psssst!.”

 

There was no reply.

 

“Psst! Sasuke!”

 

Again, there was no reply.

 

Naruto poked him to see if he was dead, then jumped back, just in case.

 

Nothing.

 

“Quick, Sasuke, hide! Sakura's coming.”

 

A flicker of annoyance crossing Sasuke's face was the only reaction.

 

“Hmm.” Naruto was surprised that his friend wasn't awake from all that. On missions, he was one of the first to awaken at the barest of sounds. Naruto was kind of annoyed though. Sasuke had given him that amazingly wonderful kiss, then left him high and dry. Hiding in the shower, then sneaking down here. Pfft.

 

Naruto decided `what the hell?' and slid under the sheet, lifting Sasuke's arm out of the way, letting it fall back over him. It was a comfortable weight, and he could feel the warmth of Sasuke's body behind him. It was pleasant, and Naruto felt himself becoming drowsy. Yeah, it would serve the bastard right if he woke up and freaked out over his arm being draped over me. He grinned, deeming that acceptable payback. Sasuke really had to learn to loosen up.

 

After that, Naruto had fallen asleep.

 

The next thing he knew, he was surfacing from an extremely explicit, and highly entertaining dream where he and Sasuke doing unspeakable and delicious things to each other. Still half asleep, he slowly realized that were real hands touching him, just as his hands were touching other very real and prominent things, and Sasuke was kissing the hell out of him. It was confusing and overwhelming, and it was BLISS. To make things even better, he heard his name on the Uchiha boy's lips, dispelling any doubts Naruto had about Sasuke dreaming of someone else.

 

Then came the down side.

 

Sasuke looked like a rabbit caught in a trap, come morning. He'd looked panicked before Naruto said his name. And though, a slight blush had burned on his pale cheeks, he given Naruto a sort of desperate look before bolting which seemed to have little, if anything, to do with going to the bathroom.

 

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Naruto was so preoccupied with Sasuke, that he hardly noticed Gaara all day. He wasn't sure why he noticed now, except that the redhead was looking at him. Staring fixedly, to be precise.

 

“What?”

 

Gaara made no reply, but his eyes narrowed.

 

Naruto sighed.

 

“I know I'm sulking,” he said uncharitably. “I can't help it. I'm not capable of brooding. Not like Neji. Or. Freaking. SASUKE.” Naruto clenched the edge of his open jacket in his hands, twisting it ferociously, punctuating each word. The bastard could have at least called!

 

He turned to Gaara. “Why are people such assholes?”

 

Gaara gave him a look that equated to `Why the hell are you asking ME that?'

 

“Oh. Right. You hate people.” Naruto sighed sullenly. It was a sad day when he turned to Gaara for psychological profiling advice. Oh well. “So… does killing them all really make you feel better- ?”

 

Naruto missed the telltale beginnings of a smile as he turned, thinking he heard his name.

 

“Naruto,” a familiar voice called again.

 

He looked over his shoulder to see the statuesque form of Hyuuga Neji walking towards them.

 

“Hey Neji,” he greeted the dark haired boy with a smile. “Whatcha doing here?”

 

“I was wondering if you'd like to go get something to eat? It looks like your training is almost complete.”

 

Ooooo ramen time!

 

But wait -how did Neji know where to find him? He could practically hear Sasuke in his head saying, `Neji is the stalker, Dobe!' Naruto waffled. Even though he didn't quite believe that, Neji was still a bit suspicious.

 

“Er- sure. But how did you find me? All the teams went to unspecified locations and….” He trailed off.

 

Neji jerked his thumb at a cluster of drooling fangirls. “I followed them. Rabid Gaara fans by the look of it.”

 

Oh.

 

And obviously insane, by the looks of it, Naruto added mentally. Currently, they were rallying themselves for an ambush, sneaking closer, thinking themselves undetected as they approached their demented idol.

 

Gaara hissed. They scuttled back to relative safety.

 

“So, Naruto, ramen?”

 

“Sure!” he chirped.

 

They started walking.

 

Several paces later, they noticed Gaara was coming with them.

 

Neji looked like he wanted to say something rude, and the redhead looked as if he might be swayed to evisceration with little effort. Well, that was cheery.

 

“I didn't know you liked ramen, Gaara,” Naruto made a feeble attempt to break the tension.

 

Gaara gave the barest nod in acknowledgement.

 

“Not much on conversation, are you?” the blonde mused after a lengthy silence, lacing his fingers behind his head and staring up at the trees. He mentally sighed with frustration. Was talking so difficult? Was a little effort at being nice, or normal just too taxing? Geez. Everyone around him seemed to have major issues. Including himself, though he felt he was rather well-adjusted, considering.

 

“Guess I'll talk to Neji,” he muttered when there was no reply.

 

Naruto felt a malicious aura rise up beside him, licking out at him like tongues of flame. He decided not to look at Gaara. He was sure he didn't want to see the expression accompanying the radiating waves of doom.

 

“Ok, ok, I get it. No talking.” He made a concerted effort to keep his mouth shut, focusing on the promise of ramen in an attempt to elevate his spirits.

 

 

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