mischief's cracktastic shorts

A/N: for
beachlass and horses_and_men

Pairings: NaruLee,
NaruSaku, and one-sided NaruSasu and LeeSaku

Warnings: mentions
of sex

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Kick. Block. Dodge.

He isn’t Sasuke; Lee knows this. He isn’t the born genius
with the striking good looks who was able to create a variant of his move – one
that had taken a genius of hard work quite a while to accomplish – after only
seeing it once.

Dissipate a clone.

In fact, Lee is more than aware of just how little he and
Sasuke have in common.

Roundhouse kick then flip away.

He isn’t a natural born genius, but he isn’t dumb either. He
knows he’s just a placeholder, and in all likelihood, not a very good one, he
supposes.

Get tackled to the ground.

He also knows no self-respecting person would continue such
a joke of a relationship.

So why does he do it, he’s asked himself a thousand and one
times. The answer is simple.

Because sometimes, like right then when Naruto curls his
fists in his green jumpsuit and crushes his lips against his, Lee can taste
Sakura on Naruto’s tongue and smell her on Naruto’s skin, and if he’s lucky,
he’ll be able to taste her on his cock as well.

Lee wastes little time finding out.