Through the Window

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the anime/manga Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.



NOTE: I _HATE_ this. I hope to undertake major reconstruction of this fic later, but I suddenly had the inspiration to continue it so I decided to put my first draft up, just like last time. This is my second attempt at erotica, and it’s not much better. Actually it’s quite possibly worse. Also, there will probably be more of this, but it’s not a STORY, so ‘updates’ will be few and far between (as you may have noticed). Thanks for the reviews!





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Sasuke groaned as he ran into his house and slammed the door. Sure it was undignified, embarrassing, and everything else he’d spent his childhood trying to avoid, but he really didn’t give a damn. The normally stoic teen exhaled deeply, running a hand through his now disheveled hair.



Less than thirty minutes ago he’d been perving on his rival, watching as the blond touched himself, and ended up ruining his favorite pair of boxers. In eighteen years he’d never had an orgasm like that, leaving his entire body sagging in such sated exhaustion that the teen was surprised he could even breath afterward, let alone move.



Even after he’d been ‘caught’ by Sakura the raven haired jounin had been annoyed but not afraid. After all, there was no way his libido’d be able to recover quickly enough to embarrass him. But five minutes around the blond idiot and the usually calm teen was ready to cum again. The dobe didn’t even do anything and it still took all of Sasuke’s willpower not to just bend the blond over a trash can and take him right there in the middle of the street before they even made it to the restaurant, Sakura and his pride be damned.



Luckily, though, a lifetime of suppressed desires and buried emotions paid off, and Naruto made it to Ichikaru’s unmolested. With Sakura sitting between the two, effectively blocking the loudmouthed idiot from sight, Sasuke thought he’d been saved. Unfortunately, the raven haired teen had never realized just how erotic ramen could be. At least until he watched Naruto eat it. Sure they’d been to Ichikaru’s hundreds of times together but the stoic ninja had never really watched the other boy eat before today.



Sasuke’s cock twitched just remembering those petal-soft lips pursed around a mouthful of noodles, slurping them up hungrily, making small moaning sound in the back of his throat. It made him wonder what the blond would look like sucking other things.



The Uchiha almost came in his pants again just from watching the spectacle, and not only was that disturbing but it was embarrassing as hell. And suddenly sitting next to Sakura, the most observant girl from their graduating class, didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. The last thing Sasuke wanted was for her to notice his hard on from hell and get the wrong idea.



Or worse, get the _right_ one.



So the stoic jounin removed himself from the situation, aching erection and all, muttering some half-assed excuse about not feeling well and leaving before either of his teammates could say a word.



Sasuke frowned, remembering his cowardice, then scowled at the stubborn, aching bulge in his pants and pushed himself off the door. He wouldn’t give in to his body’s desires and succumb to weakness twice in the same day.



Determined not to succumb to his desire so easily again, the prodigy made straight for his room, peeling off layers of clothing as he went. Changing into a set of fresh pajamas would divest him of the immediate reminder of his earlier encounter.



He swallowed tightly as he imagined Naruto writhing wantonly on the bed, breathless and pleading for Sasuke’s touch. The raven haired teen felt a faint wave of pleasure travel down his spine and he shook the image forcefully from his head before it could go on further.



He needed to get out of the damn bedroom. Clenching his jaw, Sasuke left the room and walked briskly down the hall towards the kitchen. He was incredibly hungry since he’d left the ramen bar without eating much and eating dinner was as good a distraction as anything else. There was little left in the cupboards, but he was sure to find _something_.



Unfortunately he’d just returned from a three week mission and there was less than nothing in the pantry. The only items on the shelves were a few measly packs of instant ramen, a sack of green potatoes that had already begun to sprout, and a half empty jar of peanut butter. Sasuke frowned deeply at the nearly empty cupboard before moving on. Perhaps there was something edible left in the freezer, though he seriously doubted it. Apprehensively, he trudged to the other side of the small kitchen. His stomach growled angrily, and Sasuke sighed before finally opening the freezer door to peer inside.



Ice cream, juice concentrate, and a tub of left over fried rice so old that he couldn’t even remember putting it in there.



His heart sank. If all else failed he’d have to eat the rice… or maybe the ramen. But the latter was a little too closely associated with an annoyingly tempting teammate who Sasuke did _NOT_ want to think about at the moment.



Desperate, but utterly pessimistic, the raven haired jounin looked in the refrigerator. He was disappointed but not surprised by the empty shelves that he found there. His stomach gurgled loudly and he was about to shut the door when a splash of color caught his eye, peaking out behind a high pile of canned drinks a bottle of whipped cream. Curious, he went to investigate.



A thankful sigh passed the jounin’s lips when he saw that it was actually a small sack of oranges and his shoulders slumped in relief, grateful that he wouldn’t be forced to decide between eating the questionable rice and instant ramen.





Hungrily, the he put the sack on the table and ripped into it, pulling out a supple orange and peeling it. He moaned enthusiastically as his teeth sank into the flesh of the fruit; it was delicious.



The juice trickled down his jaw and Sasuke licked his lips appreciatively, much like the dobe had done earlier at the ramen bar. Unbidden, a picture of Naruto –his lips wet and face flushed in excitement– flashed across the onyx eyed teen’s mind as and Sasuke felt his body hum eagerly at the sight. Annoyed, the jounin shook his head resolutely, dislodging the image. He refused to think about the dobe anymore that night.



Sasuke frowned as he took another bite of his meal, the juice not quite as satisfying now as he stubbornly forced his mind to turn to things that wouldn’t remind him of his loudmouthed rival. Seven tasteless oranges later, Sasuke was finally full. Not one to waste food, the raven haired teen ate the last wedge of fruit, licking his sticky digits as he swallowed.



He sucked the tips of his fingers and his body flushed when, against his will, it was suddenly Naruto’s tongue delicately massaging his thumb instead of his own. His cock twitched as the fantasy took shape in his unwilling mind, and the Uchiha groaned low in his throat as his sharigan flared in excitement, his whole body burning with needy anticipation.



The dark haired jounin gasped as an image of Naruto appeared before his eyes, solid and real in way that his imagination could never hope to rival. But it couldn’t be real, because the dobe was standing there with a sultry smile on his lips as he sank to his knees and took the other boy’s hand nimbly in his. Sasuke’s cock swelled painfully as vibrant, blue eyes peering up at him from beneath thick lashes, his finger disappearing and reappearing beneath a pair of luscious pink lips.



Despite the conspicuous absence of a hot mouth and tongue surrounding his fingers, Sasuke found it hard to believe that Naruto wasn’t actually there kneeling before him on the linoleum tiles. But it wasn’t real, he reminded himself firmly, still mesmerized by the erotic image of his rival’s mouth as it sucked and pulled on his fingers.



Sasuke called on what was left of his willpower and forced the sharigan’s illusion to dissolve. He blinked at the now obviously empty space Naruto’s image had just filled, and forced his body to calm. Logically he knew the dobe really hadn’t been there, but subconsciously Sasuke had been hoping that it was real. He couldn’t help but be a little shell shocked from the knowledge that it was in fact only an illusion and he growled at the sharp pang of disappointment that came with this realization. Sasuke frowned at himself and the empty kitchen.



Flustered and extremely annoyed with his traitorous libido, he threw the orange peels in the trash and fled to the living room. He rarely watched television but the jounin desperately needed a mindless escape. Turning on his entertainment system, Sasuke sank onto the couch, relishing a little too much in the smoothness of the soft leather as it slid beneath his skin. Sasuke scowled and forced himself to ignore the teasing itch that tickled his groin. He absolutely refused to give into temptation a second time that day. Determined, he stared at the TV, looking at but not really watching the images that flick across the screen.



A cool breeze wafted through the open window and licked his heated his skin, fluttering the thin fabric of his drawstring pants as it passed. Sasuke never wore underwear at night and he was seriously starting to regret it as he shifted restlessly in his seat, causing the cotton of his sleeping pants to rub softly against his sensitized groin. The liquid heat from earlier flared to life again, pulsing warmly through his body and his neglected, half hard arousal ached for attention. The needy throb in Sasuke’s crotch was more insistent now and demanded to be dealt with. Obviously his treacherous libido wasn’t going to leave him alone until it was satisfied. Biting the inside of his cheek, Sasuke let out a low, frustrated growl and pushed himself off the couch.



The corners of his lips turned down in a half-hearted scowl as the raven haired jounin padded down the hall to the linen closet. If he was going to suffer the indignity of masturbating, he was going to do it right. He sank to his knees and shoved a mass of neglected blankets, towels, and comforters out of his way, searching until he’d reached the back of the closet. Smiling to himself unconsciously, the successful teen pulled out the nondescript box (now uncovered from the mound of dusty linens) and lifted the lid.



Sasuke’d given up on pornography years ago but when he was younger and just starting puberty the adolescent jounin collected dozens of these movies, determined to find one that excited him. He never succeeded though, having found the thin plots and sultry, curvaceous women with their soft, jiggling breasts terribly unsatisfying.



His eyes flicked across the titles rapidly as he searched through his private stash. The raven haired teen grew impatient as he rummaged through the pile. He vaguely knew that he was looking for a specific video, even though he couldn’t think of any movies that he found particularly exciting. The feeling was indistinct and while he had never found any real gratification from any of the tapes before he continued to search anyway. A minute or two into the search a dull black case at the bottom of the pile caught the jounin’s eye. Curious and suddenly excited, Sasuke dug through the box of movies and pulled out the seemingly ordinary video.



The title “Ninja Nights” was written in thin, delicate red script on the front cover and Sasuke blinked in surprise. He could have sworn that he’d thrown that movie away immediately after he got it. A small, intense scowl crossed his face as the teen remembered the surprise party Sakura had thrown for his 16th birthday 2 years ago.



The Uchiha frowned at the embarrassing memory of opening this particular gift. Kiba, that ass, thought it’d be funny to give him a gay porno as a gag gift, saying that since the 2 main characters were a blond and a black haired ninja it reminded him of Sasuke and Naruto. The dog-boy hadn’t really been serious, he was trying more to embarrass Naruto in front of Hinata with the video than anything else, but it still pissed the Uchiha off.

The tape was exactly what he was looking for.



Hurrying, Sauske shoved the box back into the closet and eagerly walked to the bathroom to grab a box of tissues and some Vaseline, finally allowing himself to enjoy the friction of his pant’s as it rubbed against him when he walked now that he’d committed to pleasuring himself. His mouth twitched into a smirk as he popped the video into the VCR. It turned out that the joke was on Kiba after all, since the dumb ass had never seriously expected him to use his gift. Sasuke’s heart beat wildly in his chest as he flicked off the lights and settled down on his sofa to watch the show.



Already half hard with anticipation, he slid off his sleeping pants and dropped them on the floor. The summer air was warm against his bare flesh but Sasuke savored the feel of the smooth, supple leather beneath his skin.



The movie started and Sasuke felt his hopes dim. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment when he saw the men cast as the two main characters. Except for the color and styles of their hair neither actor looked anything like Sasuke or Naruto. Still maybe it was better that way. Besides if he squinted and tilted his head back just so, he couldn’t tell the difference. Like the rest of the movies in the box that sat collecting dust in his linen closet, “Ninja Nights” had a very thin plot. But Sasuke didn’t mind much, he wasn’t watching it for the story anyway.





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Naruto muttered to himself irritably as he meandered his way through the streets of Kohona, slowly winding his way toward the abandoned Uchiha complex on the south side of town. After the temperamental bastard fled dinner so abruptly Sakura-chan spent the rest of the meal interrogating the blond, convinced that some catastrophic event had transpired between the two over their three week mission. She’d also been equally convinced that, whatever it was, it had been Naruto’s fault and, as such, he’d better apologize. The blond pouted to himself, annoyed at his teammate’s assumption and the threat of a mean right hook if he didn’t go right after dinner to make amends.



Still, Naruto himself was curious about his friend’s unusual behavior – not WORRIED, mind you, just curious – even if he never would admit it. By the time the demon vessel finally reached the mansion looming in the center of the deserted Uchiha complex he was bristling in impatience, eager to beat an explanation from his stubborn rival. Thus in typical Uzamaki fashion Naruto forwent any semblance of etiquette, waltzing into his friend’s home without even the courtesy of a knock.



The blond frowned at the darkened foyer, knowing Sasuke’s habit of keeping the lights on in nearly every room after dusk. “Sasuke-teme?” Naruto asked hesitantly. Down the main hallway a flicker light, possibly from the living room, caught the blond’s eye closely accompanied by a low moan. Naruto’s brow furrowed as he carefully padded down the corridor to the television room, the grunts and moans growing loader with every step. The demon-vessel’s cock twitched as the faint scent of sex reached his nose, and Naruto paused, remembering the smell of cum that clung to his rival before dinner. Inhaling deeply, the blond couldn’t detect another person’s scent inside the house, still, his sense of smell wasn’t infallible.



Another set of groans, both distinctively male, echoed down the corridor before Naruto’s curiosity overwhelmed his sense of propriety (weak as it was) and he turned the crossed the shadowy threshold into living room. The glow of the television, almost painfully bright in the darkness, immediately caught Naruto’s eye, making him squint. Two men, naked but for their ninja headbands, took up the screen, the blond bent over a chair as the brunet slowly thrust a foot long pole in and out his ass.



Naruto gaped at the sight, taking a moment to register the implications of such a film before flicking his gaze to the sofa where his rival watched the production unfold with rapt attention. His mouth dropped open at the sight of Sasuke splayed out on his couch, virtually naked except for the thin tank top clinging to his chest –which had been pushed up to expose one dusky brown nipple— the tuft of coarse, black hair between his legs contrasting enticingly with the dark red of his swollen cock. A blush dusted the raven haired teen’s cheeks, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as if straining to keep control over his growing excitement. Naruto swallowed thickly, his gaze fixed on the thick, glistening member fisted in his rival’s hand.



‘Leave it to Sasuke to have the prettiest cock in Kohona,’ the teen thought wryly to himself, his own penis already straining against the confine of his orange pants. Heat pooled in the demon vessel’s abdomen as the dark Adonis gave his dick another languid pump, an elegant thumb rubbing slowly over the slit of the head.



A moan of pleasure came from the television and the Sasuke gasped breathily in tandem, finally moving his left hand down to gently fondle a testicle. Naruto’s swallowed the growl of desire bubbling in the back of his throat, eyes riveted on the throbbing shaft of his rival as milky drops seeped from its head.



“Naruto” The breathy sound of his name went straight to the blond’s cock even as his stomach twisted in dread. The raven haired teen traced the vein running underneath his cock lightly as he stared hungrily the apparition, it’s wide, blue eyes sparkling with desire.



“Mmn, dobe,” the Uchiha sighed again, his onyx-red eyes now firmly fixed on the dumb-struck peeping tom who stood in the doorway. Naruto licked his lips hesitantly, reason struggling to regain control over his pulsating groin. It was a futile battle.



“Sasuke?”



“God, I want you,” the Uchiha groaned, now completely ignoring the images on the TV screen in favor of the sharigan’s illusion. Naruto’s member swelled at the admission, the words even more arousing than the sight of his disheveled rival splayed out on a couch, wantonly fucking himself. Before he realized what he was doing, the demon vessel found himself standing before his rival.



“Spread your legs,” he ordered as he sank to his knees, eyes riveted on the red, swollen cock before him. Sasuke jumped at the surprisingly real tactile sensation of his childhood rival’s hands as the apparition gripped his legs. Disturbed yet excited by the newest advanced feature of his sharigan, Sasuke hissed as the blond took a firm hold of his straining member. The Uchiha bit his lip as Naruto ran a hand along the inner curve of his leg, gently massaging his sack with the other. Hot breath ghosted over the tip of his penis and Sasuke stifled a needy groan at the heat radiating from his teammate.



A pink tongue lapped gently at the head, tracing the slit so gently Sasuke’s entire body hummed with pleasurable frustration. Naruto grinned wickedly, blue orbs staring up from his position on the floor as he slowly traced the flat of his tongue up the base of his cock to the tip, coating it in saliva.



The dark haired sank his hand into the blond head of hair between his legs, surprised that even in the illusion it kept its soft, silky texture. “Fuck,” he hissed. Naruto’s cock throbbed at the moans from above and, unable to take it anymore, flicked open his fly and hastily freed himself.



Sasuke groaned in protest at the sudden absence of Naruto’s delicious warmth as the blond awkwardly climbed onto the sofa. “Selfish bastard,” the blond said lowly, the length of his body rubbing against his rival’s. Sasuke’s cock jumped as the hot, velvety sensation of Naruto’s hardness grazed his hip. “Take responsibility for this,” the blue-eyed teen demanded huskily, his breath caressing the shell of Sasuke’s ear.



Without thinking, the dark haired teen took the other boy’s hand and reached down, taking both cocks in their overlapping grip. Naruto shuddered as Sasuke’s thrust against him, the friction of their cocks rubbing together combined with the sensation of Sasuke’s hand milking his penis caused a wave of pleasure through his body that Naruto had never even imagined possible.



The blond reached up, sealing his lips over Sasuke’s as the dark haired teen’s thrusting grew frantic. Sasuke smiled into the kiss, gliding his tongue into his partner’s mouth in time with the lunging of his hips. Taking his free hand, Sasuke reached down to knead Naruto’s ass before slipping a digit into the gaping hole there. Three quick pumps of his finger and the blond shuddered, a strangled cry escaping from the blond’s mouth as a stream of hot, white fluid shot into Sasuke’s hand. The dark haired teen fought to keep his eyes on Naruto’s painfully erotic expression as his own release quickly followed, triggered by the feel of the dobe clenched around Sasuke’s finger as he came.



The exhausted Uchiha let out a rattling sigh as waves of fading pleasure continued to crash over him, remnants from the most powerful orgasm of his life. Closing his eyes, he tugged Naruto closer, trying to time his breathing with the rise and fall of his rival’s chest. Sounds from the television continued and the dark haired teen frowned, lazily grabbing the remote from the ground to turn off the badly produced pornography. Sasuke snorted at himself. The video aroused him, no doubt, but it paled in comparison to the real thing.



The real thing?



A shot of horror raced down his spine.



Naruto was still there, and he was staring at him incredibly awkwardly.



Shit.



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Yes, I HATE this. But I worked on it for a LONG time, so it’s going up as is. If anyone wants to beta it, let me know. I’d REALLY appreciate it.