◄Omae ga Misagehateru►

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{He could feel hands all over him, stroking his neck, jaw, shoulders, his chest and stomach. They were so soft and calm in their actions, slowly moving, no haste at all was present in the calloused fingers exploring his body. Sasuke couldn’t see who the hands belonged to, he could hardly keep his eyes open at all, and the feeling was too relaxing. Then something was caressing his neck, in a different way, and Sasuke could feel his skin getting hot, what was that? Sasuke couldn’t open his eyes, something was stopping him from doing so, and he shuddered as those same soft hands shifted lower until they were touching him in a place that had never before been touched. Sasuke felt like he couldn’t breathe, taking in breaths faster and shallower as the lips against his neck and the hand on his groin caressed him…}

“Sa…”

{The hand stayed above his clothes, the thick fabric of his usual white denim shorts rumpling slightly as the touch aroused him further…}

“Sasuke!”

{The hand on his shoulder clung to him with a strong grip shaking him…}

“TEME!!”

Sasuke gasped and started awake, sitting up quickly curling himself into an almost foetal position on the old worn couch. Knees pressed tightly against his chest and arms wrapped around them holding them firmly in place, his shorts feeling extremely uncomfortable. He looked up, his hair slightly mussed, his headband still holding most of it out of his sleep filled eyes. Which were now invaded with the presence of a short, annoying, blonde boy.

Naruto Put his hands on his hips, a glare on his face. “You made Sakura-chan really upset you know! Asshole!”

Sasuke blinked, his mind now fully aware of his surroundings and his mask of cool emotionless-ness back in place on his delicate facial features. “It’s her fault that she’s emotional, not mine.”

Naruto glared more, looking down upon Sasuke who hadn’t even noticed the pink haired girl standing behind the couch by the door. Naruto pointed a finger at Sasuke the other hand still fisted against his hip “How could you tell her she put you off your appetite!?”

Sasuke glared right back “It wasn’t Sakura who put me off my food, it was Kakashi-sensei. Now get out.”

Really Sasuke didn’t see the point in indulging Naruto in his reasons for not wanting to eat, but if it would get rid of him faster he would say anything, it just so happened that this time he was telling the truth.

Without further conversation or warning Sasuke lifted himself from the couch, adjusting his baggy blue t-shirt to fall conveniently over his lower region and pushed Naruto out of the door, only then noticing Sakura. He saw her upset expression and slight confusion too, mixed in with the permanent blush she always seemed to wear around him. He didn’t apologise to her though, he just slammed the door in their faces sliding down the cool wooden surface.

//What the fuck? //

Now he was alone his mind came back to his bigger problem, after all things like Sakura getting upset and Naruto defending her happened all the time, but this…he lifted the hem of his shirt and stared at the tight fabric covering his erection, was something new altogether. For one thing Sasuke could have sworn he had dreamed, not only that but dreamed about SEX. For crying out loud what the hell was wrong with him!?

Groaning Sasuke put his hand over his face and leant his head back against the door until his raven strands touched the wood. //Ah shit! If it’s like this now, was it like it when I was asleep? Did Naruto and Sakura see it!? Shit! Shit shit shit! //

The only thing that topped it all off was the fact that Sasuke thought it should have gone away by now, any time before when his body had inconveniently decided to liven up on him it had gone within a minute or two, that was when he was 14 and going through puberty, though at that time Naruto had the same problem so neither of them said any snide remarks to each other. Now that he was 16 and his body wasn’t going through puberty any more, as far as he was aware, Sasuke was finding it quite confusing that it just wouldn’t go away already!

He stood up still letting the door support his weight, his legs felt a little shaky and ‘down there’ was starting to feel quite painful. “Fuck” He covered it with his hand, somewhat embarrassed by the whole situation even though he was alone, the tiny bit of contact made him shudder and he took his hand away quickly.

Sasuke didn’t feel well at all, his body felt hot all over, his vision wasn’t normal and though it wasn’t a sickness in his pants, it wasn’t helping his situation either.

Stumbling away from the door in a very un-Sasuke like motion he flopped stomach down onto the couch again. He grabbed a pillow and buried his head into it groaning. //Why did it have to happen, its so...distracting! Urgh!// That was it, Sasuke wanted to get rid of it, mainly because it was distracting him and he couldn’t go out and spar with it showing, but also because it was starting to feel uncomfortably painful, now Sasuke didn’t mind a bit of pain, but this type was just too frustrating for him.

So the teen decided to think of something which he hated, often he had heard the other boys talking about this happening to them, and all they had to do to get rid of it, was think of something they really disliked.

The first thing that popped into his head was Naruto, however Naruto had just been there shouting in his face and that hadn’t helped it go away. Then there was Sakura, but that didn’t work either. Getting frustrated Sasuke turned to lie on his side, facing the room from his position on the couch. There was only one thing he could think of that made his angrier than Naruto or Sakura at this point in time and that was Kakashi. So he focused his thoughts on his teacher, and on how annoyingly laid back he was, how he always punished them in stupid but evil ways and how his hands looked as they grasped the book he was always carrying around. The hands with long slender but still strong fingers, hands that were so talented in whatever they did. Sasuke stopped breathing, his eyes wide; They were the hands that were touching him in his dreams, those same neat fingernails on slender but strong fingers…

“Shit!” Now instead of making it go away it just made it more painful. Sasuke was slightly disturbed by the whole thing to say the least. Was the uneasy feeling he felt around his teacher because he lusted for him? Was that it? It couldn’t be though, because Kakashi annoyed Sasuke a lot more than anyone else, he was confused and this caused him to place both his hands on his head, covering his face.

Was he going to give in? Shifting again he moved back onto his stomach and swore under his breath, Sasuke, the one who never gave in to anything let a frustrated sigh escape his lips as he shoved a hand between himself and the sofa unzipping his pants. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. However he was adamant that he wouldn’t enjoy it one bit.

As the pressure on his lower region eased slightly he let out a deep breath, relieved. Sasuke slipped his left hand into his boxers and grasped himself closing one eye as he did so because of the new sensation, before this his erections went away with no problems, so why it decided to act up today was beyond him altogether. Taking a calming breath he opened both eyes again and stared straight forwards at the wall across the room, he was laying on his stomach but he could still move his arm and his head was resting on its side.

As he started to move his hand over his rigid length his expression didn’t change at all, his face was still blank, in reality if Sasuke wasn’t such an uptight person he would probably be blushing at doing something like this, even if there was no-one around to see it. His breathing quickened ever so slightly but apart from that the only indication of what he was doing was the small movements his hand was causing. He let his hand roughly grip as it neared the tip of his cock then loosened ever so slightly as it made its way back down the length, repeating this motion until he felt his stomach become even warmer than it was before, tightening the muscles there without meaning to. His hips bucked slightly as he released, one charcoal orb closing against the release of pressure and the tingling sensations that took over his body for a moment. The action accompanied by a soft and slightly stifled grunt.

Sasuke lay there motionless for a few moments regaining his senses, needless to say he thought he would feel at least a bit more pleasure from doing that, however it had made his problem disappear, and for that he was pleased. Hoisting himself up the youth pulled his hand out of his pants and zipped them up, staring at the sticky mess on his hand, the hem of his t-shirt and the sofa. “Ugh.” With a disgusted face and a slight scrunching of his nose Sasuke wiped his hand and the sofa off with his shirt which he then removed and threw across the room before placing his face in his hand.

He didn't know what had gotten into him, or how he was going to deal with the situation if it persisted. For now he decided it was better to just try and forget that it ever happened, it seemed to be the best course of action and he really didn't want to dwell on the fact that a dream of his irritating teacher had bought on such a deplorable act of self-satisfaction.

Sasuke grit his teeth in annoyance and stood up, yanking off his hitaite and holding the cool metal plate in a tight fist before letting it fall to the couch, the dark blue fabric covering the Konoha symbol. He shoved a hand through his hair and decided he should probably take a shower, to scrub away any remaining evidence and of course the perspiration that had started to coat his figure from the act.

Without thinking any more on the mater the irritable youth made his way into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, for no particular reason, turning the shower on cold and stepping into the spray after undressing. Today had turned out to be a very bad day indeed for him.