Various Uncompleted Fics

Nothing Serious
Chapter 1
Only human. That was what he really was. Beside the fact that his body housed the soul of a certain fox demon, Naruto was still afterall, a flesh and blood being with emotions and needs. And right now, with hormones raging through his veins, the blond thirst for the intimacy of another's warmth and touch - something which trans-passed boundaries of what the brotherly Iruka-sensei was able to give him. On the other hand, it was not like anyone else in the village would voluntarily give Naruto what he wanted. They were too blinded by their hatred and fear. Then, maybe he was getting desperate. That was why the kitsune host put aside his pride and did the next best thing he could. Through a flurry of familiar hand seals and muttered words later, the blond came face-to-face with a perfect copy of Kage Bushin completed with Henge no Jutsu. Although he did not specify on the latter technique, of all people he knew, his clone decided to resume the form of…

"SA-SUKE! Teme ya ro, how could it be you?!" the hyperactive nin screeched, one out-stretched hand pointed accusingly at the Uchiha boy look-alike.

"Hn…Ahou.(retard)" the fake Sasuke replied stonily.

"What?" Naruto sputtered in indignation, blinked stupidly, then threw both hands up in exasperation. "Oh great! Just great! Even the fake has the superior complex attitude going on for him! Tell me…" the blond bitterly bit off his words while viciously, jabbing a finger into the clone's chest. "Are all Sasukes in the world such bastards too? Wait, don't need to reply. I know the answer. It must be a definite YES!" Turning on his heels, he stalked to and fro, as his endless ravings continued on in oblivion to a pissed off listener.

Behind the kyuubi-boy, the Sasuke clone stewed in rising agitation and anger, face growing darker by minute and flawless forehead bunching up in countless twitches. He was acting almost like the real person. "Naruto…" he gritted out warningly, "Naruto!"

"Wha?! Nnn..!" Soft lips met with soft lips, and the blond was silenced immediately.

The kiss was indescribable. Sweet and enthralling. For a typical Sasuke bastard, it was surprisingly gentle too. Naruto was entranced by this display of affection. Then, the confident one struck, teeth nibbling encouragingly on the other's lips, slowly coaxing them to open. Hesitation reared its ugly head, yet deft fingers which rubbed over sensitive skin, cleared whatever doubts there were and made the blond parted his lips in a strangled moan. Tongues met, fought and danced.

After a few minutes, when they finally broke apart for a short breather, an intoxicating sweetness that was entirely the other's taste still lingered in their mouths. Then, just as abruptly as they stopped, they were back at ravaging each other mouths again, kissing so deeply that the intimacy they shared was so overwhelmingly sexy. Though the two boys were mating with their tongues only, the sensations were wild enough to be driving them unexplainably crazy.

Suddenly, that was not enough and hands started to flutter restlessly for both, each shamelessly groping the other. Clothes rustled as harsh gasps ghosted the air.

The heat was building up.

"You know, if you're going to do such disgusting stuff, at least have the decency to lock the door." a cold familiar voice interrupted.

Naruto jerked his head up, shock widening those beautiful cerulean eyes as they met the hard ember glare over the shoulders of the clone. Clone. "Oh…" Reality crashed down on the loudmouth boy. His concentration faltered and the Kage Bushin disappeared in a pouf of misty smoke. "Sasuke…"

Chapter 2
Said nin stood at the doorway, hands fisted and face sculpted into a mask of barely contained emotions.

Time seemed to slow, and Naruto was the deer caught in headlights, unable to move under the Uchiha's fierce condescending glare. Warily, he watched from under lowered lashes as the dark-haired avenger stepped into the small apartment, then swung the door close behind him. It shut with a click of finality, locking up automatically, and thus immediately filled the blond with a feeling of dread.

"Ano sa…It was not what you think, Sasuke!" he finally found his voice, barely choking out his words as the other boy approached him with the deadly saunter of a panther. "It's…It's a new kind of massage that I'm trying out datte ba yo! Eh heh heh…"

If the hyperactive nin was hoping for his excuse to help in the situation, it failed badly as it resulted in Sasuke scowling even more darkly. "Do you take me for a 3 years-old child, dobe?" the angry nin came to loom before Naruto, iciness coating his voiced question.

"Eto…no," the kyuubi-boy replied meekly, feeble answer almost lost under his breath. There was even this maddening urge to twirl his fingers as Hinata always does, but he resisted that action, settling for pure stillness; maybe he could blend into the background.

"Look at me when you talk." the pure menace in the demand sent a chill down Naruto's spine, and he immediately jerked those azure-cerulean eyes up as commanded. The poor boy didn't even remember bowing his head.

Suddenly, the kitsune host realised one point, or more precisely, recalled one point in his nervous shame. He - Uzumaki Naruto, is the man who is going to become the most respected Rokudaime one day. He was not afraid of no Uchiha Sasuke! What he liked to do with his clones was his business, and purely his only. Why should he bow towards that arrogant bastard? He doesn't have to explain his actions to that guy at all! At this thought, the blond's strong sense of indignation swelled up again, which resulted in him making a rude face at the dark avenger. "I just take you as an idiotic fan-boy!" Naruto laughed cheekily, then turned tail and leapt out through the window. Escape was his game.

Upon the loudmouth nin's last comment, the room temperature dropped drastically; the Uchiha's frigid mood freezing over the atmosphere almost literally. His cold, calculating ember eyes narrowed dangerously, glinting red for a sheer second, as his jaw locked into a permanent frown. Crying a barely suppressed growl, Sasuke then gracefully bounded outside in close pursuit after the blond. Someone was going to pay dearly for his actions.

They ran and jumped over random roofs, covering acres of area at a neck-breaking speed. Landscape fled pass them in a blur of colours whilst the shrill pitch of rushing wind screamed in their ears. The fast shift through the air, swept a resistance which tore at their clothes and hair, whipping harshly against their bodies.

Relentlessly, the latter chased as the former hid; a mouse-and-cat game at its best. Albeit that Naruto may have the larger stamina reserve, he still could not compete against Sasuke's superior speed. Speaking of the devil, the ebony-haired nin was gaining on him, fingers just mere inches from grasping his clothes' hem.

The wild, unorganised chase brought the pair of rivals to the village's edge, and suddenly, they were out of the concrete jungle and inside the real deal. The abrupt change of surroundings was slightly disorientating on the senses, yet neither boys spared a second of hesitation. Stead was getting to be a challenge as balance upon those slippery greenery, gigantic trees, and rugged rocks demanded a taxing drag on their energy.

'One wrong step…' Before that particular train of thought could finish in Uzumaki's mind, almost like a prophecy, it came true and the boy slipped accidentally on a patch of slimy moss. He nearly fell over, but caught himself in time, only to be slammed to the ground by a body in the next second. The sudden impact on the dirt floor shocked the blond with a jolt of pain through his spine which also went straight to the head, and he yowled instinctively in pain. Recovering almost immediately, he forcefully shoved the other boy off him. "Teme…" Naruto growled as he scrambled to his feet, all the while clutching the back of his smarting skull. "What's your problem?! So what if you found me making out with a clone who looked like you? I bet your fangirls do the same thing too! It isn't like I’m bothering the Great Almighty You!" the blond yelled angrily. His whiskered face was stained red with the vocal exertion, and fists, trembling and barely restrained, clenched into white knuckles.

"My problem...? My problem?!" Sasuke spat, lips drawn back into a malicious sneer. Glaring up from his vantage of a crouch, he managed to look intimidating even in that slouched position, and it almost frightened the other to see the absolute seriousness he was regarding the matter with. "You knew fairly well what you've did, is an insult to me!"

"Wha..? Insult?!" the comment almost got the kyuubi-host started again, but a momentary emotion of shameful remorse clamed up his lips just as immediately. "Fine, I apologise! It's my fault, all my fault! Now, calm down, yarou! (bastard)"

"..."

Just as Naruto was about to assume the whole matter was settled, he found himself crushed roughly against a tree, pushed into the bark so hard that the scratchy, uneven surface bit harshly into his shoulder blades and dug into his clothed back. His hands were forced to either sides of his head, wrists locked in a death-hold by the albino, and when he struggled, those cruel fingers tightened to a bruising intensity. The ice-prince had also shoved his beautiful face near Naruto's, bringing the two of them to the proximity of one heated breath.

"Do you think your pathetic apology is going to salvage that mistake, dobe?" Sasuke whispered with a cold smirk upon his pale lips.

"Kuso! Don't you push it, bastard! What's done was done! And I'd apologised. Get over this, would you?" the blond strained his neck and growled into the Uchiha's face, viciously countering back the previous comment.

A frown. Sasuke's jaw clenched, then unclenched. The cool, collected composure began to crack, and agitation shrunk twin pupils into coal-black irises. That usually impassive mask wavered, before settling into an expression of undeniable madness. "No...no No NO! I wouldn't get over this! I couldn't! Do you understand the severity of this matter, Naruto? You used my face for the clone to do such despicable things without my permission! In a way, you're violating my trust and my privacy! You're just like that perverted snake, you're just like Orochimaru!"

"Huh..? No, hell no! I...I just..." Naruto's protest trailed off; the lack of self-understanding made it hard for his confused feelings to be spoken in words.

"Naruto, you simply do not understand how it felt to be abused and raped by another man! And to be forced to enjoy it too! I'll show you! yes, I'll show you!" the raven-haired avenger babbled excitedly. "Then, maybe you might understand my pain, my shame!"

Overcame with the foreboding sense of doom, the hyperactive nin could only watch on in captivated horror as the albino bound his hands to the tree with a chakra rope, and removed a small glass vial from his pocket. The tube contained a rainbow colour liquid which swirled around in its glass prison with a glittery translucence. Fluidly, the Uchiha used a thumb to flick off the vial's cork and then hovered the glass brim near Naruto's mouth. "Drink..."

Every nerves in the blond's body were screaming for him to refuse the strange liquid, and he complied to those instincts by pressing his lips shut, and tight. It could be some deadly poison or potent aphrodisiac for all he could suspect! Just then, something clicked in Naruto's mind. 'For Kami sake, I'm a ninja too! I could use my chakra to break free!' he thought to himself, feeling more than a little silly for his slow realisation.

However, Sasuke had just about acknowledged that obedience never went well with a certain loudmouth. Determined nonetheless to make the other succumb to his wishes, the Uchiha heir pinched and held Naruto's nose, none the gentler, thus cutting off the boy's air supply. The uncorked vial was then pushed even more readily near those rosy lips - waiting.

The kitsune-host knew of the dark avenger's intention, yet stubbornly resisted, while struggling to work his chakra into those accursed ropes which held him bound, in a discreet manner. It proved to a very tedious challenge to concentrate though, when a cloud of panic has descended over him and he almost started choking on his carbon dioxide intoxicated throat. Naruto's face was gradually turning blue; he was fighting a losing battle. Sooner or later, his desperation for oxygen would force him to open his mouth, and when that moment happened, he knew Sasuke would immediately down the liquid into his throat without as much as a blink of the eye or any hesitation.

Energy was seeping away fast with the last precious ounce of oxygen the blond had, and he tugged weakly at his restraints. All this while, the other was watching him with a Cheshire smile which widened each time Naruto wince at the painful constriction of his lungs. Those ember eyes glittered with cold amusement, openly mocking his futile attempts. To add insult, the Uchiha purposely heaved in a deep breath before his rival's vision.

"Give up..." Sasuke whispered seductively into his ears, low baritone voice soft as the brush of butterfly wings. An unexpected prod in the ribs startled the blond, and he momentarily lost concentration in the task at-hand. Suddenly, his mouth was wide open, agape in a surprised O, and the liquid was swiftly poured into his mouth before he could even breathe first. Despite its warm and beautiful colour, the unknown drug felt cold on his tongue, and tasted horribly bitter with an after-taste of dry sour-ness. Then, he was choking, coughing and wheezing on the foul fluid, his oesophagus convulsing to swallow in its oxygen-deprived state.

"Bastard..." Naruto cussed.