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A/N: The first time I uploaded this chapter I forgot the last bit. My sister pointed it out to me when she noticed the difference between the chapter posted on here and the original file with all the chapters in it. I've fixed it now!


Chapter 2 - A New Beginning

"With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere."
C.S. Lewis


I plop down onto the king-sized bed in the hotel room that I'm staying in over night. When I got off the airplane and into the rental car my aunt had reserved for me I found a printed out mapquest page, with directions from the airport to a nearby hotel. There was a note from the airport staff that told me my aunt had made reservations with the hotel under my name, and requested that the directions be left in my rental car for me to find. I imagined she did this so that she wouldn't have to tell me about the hotel herself. She didn't even tell me she had rented a car for me, I was informed of it by a representative waiting for me at the front door of the airport. I had expected my aunt to rent a limo to drive me to wherever I was staying, and I was extremely glad that she hadn't. I loved driving, but I didn't have money of my own to buy a car and I knew full well that my aunt wouldn't buy me one. When I put the key I had gotten from the airport representative into the ignition and started the car up, I couldn't help but smile.

I had to drive slowly, watching carefully for street signs since I was unfamiliar with the area. All the while I was expecting to see some trashy, run down motel on the side of the road and realize that it was where I was headed, and I was surprised to see how nice the hotel my aunt had booked for me was. Although, from what I've seen of the city so far, I think her decision had less to do with wanting me to be comfortable and more to do with not being able to find some trashy, run down place to dump me in. Either way it's fine with me, as long as I don't have to worry that the guy across the hall just might lose his mind and come to kill me.

Hauling myself up into a sitting position, my thoughts turn to my future for the hundredth time since last night. Tomorrow, I think. Tomorrow everything changes. Tomorrow I start at my new school, meet my new roommate and classmates. Tomorrow, I start my entirely new life. I jump a little when the phone on the nightstand next to the bed begins to ring. Crawling over, I answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Uzumaki-san?" asks a female voice, which I identify as the receptionist who checked me in this morning.

"Yes," I answer, wondering why the reception desk would be calling me. Did my aunt cancel the reservation, and now they have to kick me out on the street?

"A package has been dropped off for you at the front desk. Would you like to come retrieve it yourself, or would you prefer one of our employees bring it to you?"

I think it over for a little bit, and ultimately decide that I really don't feel like getting off of this comfortable bed just yet. "Could you send someone up with it, please?"

"Of course." I thank her and hang up the phone, then lay back down. It's only six thirty, but I'm so exhausted. I'm fairly certain that jet lag has a little something to do with it, along with the fact that I arrived at the airport around five o'clock this morning, and I haven't been back to sleep since I got to the hotel. As I think, my right hand finds itself on my stomach and begins slowly rubbing around in random, circular patterns. My mind starts to drift and I think I'm about to fall asleep, until my fingertips are suddenly prowling around a patch of course hair. I hastily pull my hand away, cursing the appendage. Damn it, this always happens! Every time I let my mind wander when one of my hands is too close to my pants, the hand immediately goes to my... you know. My body knows what it wants, and it wants me to touch myself. But every time, I pull away.

Man, sometimes I really wish I weren't such a prude. People say that it feels really good to touch yourself, although I don't really understand the logic of that. I mean, the whole time you're... doing it, you have to be aware that it's your own hand that's doing everything, right? Where's the pleasure in touching yourself in dirty and inappropriate ways?

Determined to finally figure this out, I thrust my hands into my pants, just as I hear a knock at the door. Thoroughly pissed off, I pull my hands back out of my orange sweats, and shove off from the bed. I trudge out into the living room in kind of a daze, wondering if I'm just not meant to masturbate. Am I, Uzumaki Naruto, such a prude that even the Gods forbid me from touching myself? I pull open the door and an employee offers me a package wrapped in brown paper. I take the parcel and thank him, closing the door as he turns and walks away.

I hold the feeble package up in front of my face, wondering what it could be. Noticing a small note card taped to the front of the package, I pull it off and read it. Apparently, this is my school uniform. According to the note, each student gets five uniform sets; one for each school day. The school sent me this one so that I could go straight from the hotel to the school tomorrow morning, and the other four are apparently safe and sound in what is soon to be my dorm room. I take the package into the bedroom and open it up, figuring that it's best to get the initial shock of the uniform out of the way now instead of being stunned into paralysis tomorrow morning. I tear away the brown wrapping paper and pick up the uniform, holding it out in front of me. It's actually not all that bad. Plain black cotton pants, a white button-up collared shirt, and a black blazer. Kind of mundane for my tastes, but it's better than khaki pants and polo shirts.

I try on the uniform to make sure that everything fits properly in all the right places, and walk over to the full body mirror in the corner. I almost laugh at the extreme contrast between my tanned skin, blond hair, and bright blue eyes and the plain black and white of the almost tuxedo-looking uniform. But I have to admit, it does look good on me. I turn around slowly, examining myself from all possible angles and making sure that the fairly-tight pants don't accentuate anything I don't want them to. Kiba has told me on more than one occasion that I have, and I quote, a girly booty, and I don't want people to think that about me at my new school. This is an opportunity for me to completely discard the old Naruto that everyone hated and start making friends, along with a new image for myself. Not to be offensive, but my ideal image will not be achieved with everyone thinking I'm some sort of faggot.

After deciding that the pants are loose enough to hide my butt, I take the uniform off and lay it out on the dresser so that I can easily find it tomorrow morning. Still standing in my boxers, I check the clock and decide that it's about time for me to take a shower and get ready for bed. I open my suitcase and grab out a pair of pajamas and a clean pair of boxers, then make my way to the bathroom. I set down my clean clothes on the back of the toilet, then pull down my boxers and kick them into the corner. I turn on the water in the shower stall and wait for it to warm up before stepping under the spray of the water. I thoroughly wash my hair, but only give my body a cursory scrubbing, making sure to avoid my you-know-what. Geeze, I really am a prude. But lately, every time I actually wash myself correctly, and get Junior all sudzed up... Well, let's just say that Junior gets a bit more excited than he really should, and I have to immediately turn the water to cold and wait for him to calm down. Thankfully though, this time everything stays normal.

When all of the soap and shampoo has been rinsed from my body I turn off the water, stepping out into the cold open air and toweling myself off. I pull on my clean boxers, slip into my pajamas, and make my way back into the bedroom and into bed. With thoughts of the future swimming through my mind, I let myself drift off into dream land.

***

Sasuke sat on the back of his dorm room's couch, facing the wall, legs dangling in the small area between the wall and the sofa. Of course, he was naked. The raven was in the middle of his nightly ritual and, having already came twice, he was determined to cum at least once more, in a type of 'celebration' for his new roommate. Gripping the top of the couch with both hands, Sasuke allowed his body to slowly slide backwards, until his head was hanging over the edge of the couch seat, his knees bent over the back, and his feet planted on the wall behind the piece of furniture. He studied his semi-hard cock and calculated his semen's approximate trajectory. Sasuke scooted his butt a little bit further up into the air, and seemed satisfied.

The vibrator lay on the ground, partially forgotten, under the coffee table. But Sasuke didn't need the vibrator this time. This time, all that mattered was the actual act of coming, and not the means by which Sasuke made it to that point. The raven winced slightly, regretting that the majority of his body weight was resting merely upon his shoulders. It'll be worth it soon enough, he assured himself. Bracing himself, Sasuke reached up and wrapped his fingers around his arousal. What is Sasuke's purpose in this awkward and slightly painful position, you ask? Well, that is quite simple. Sasuke wanted to drink his cum. Now, it wasn't that Sasuke hadn't tasted his own essence before, but it had always been what he gathered from quick swipes of his finger across his chest, after he had come down from his natural high and the semen had been sitting on his torso for ten minutes or sometimes more. But that didn't please Sasuke. No, what Sasuke wanted was a taste of his cum while it was still warm and fresh from his body.

Sasuke tightened his fingers around his now fully hard length, and the hand slowly made it's way from the base, nestled in a bed of black curls, to the mushroom-shaped head, then back down again. On the second trip up, Sasuke briefly pushed his thumb into the slit at the tip of his erection, moaning quietly. Picking up a little bit of speed, he continued pumping his organ as his other hand joined the first between his legs. The second hand went past his cock, though, instead opting to fondle his balls. He gently palmed the fleshy sac while trying to keep his arm out of the way of the hand that was now rapidly stroking his length. Reaching down - up, rather - a little further, Sasuke pressed his index finger into his anus. He pulled the finger out and pushed it back in, repeating the motion a few more times before allowing his middle finger to join it.

Sasuke thrust the two fingers in and out of his body as his breaths were reduced to pants. He soon felt his third orgasm of the night approaching, and right as he was about to cum his hand gripped the base of his erection, holding it at what he hoped was an angle that would propel his essence into his mouth. Indeed it did, although a little bit landed on other parts of the raven's face and neck. Sasuke closed his mouth and eyes, savoring the taste of the thick liquid before swallowing it. He lay there for a short while, spiraling downward while one half of his brain was gloating that it was right, and that the slight pain the position placed on his shoulders was indeed worth the outcum.

Sasuke allowed his head to loll to the right, and he watched the new movie he had bought just this morning, specifically for this occasion. He watched the two men, rolling naked in the wet sand as ocean waves crashed down on top of them. The beautiful sunset in the background provided a sense of romanticism, although anyone who knew anything about porn knew that it wasn't about love or being romantic; it was all about the sex. The thoroughly drenched and sand-covered men paused in their rolling, and assumed the sixty-nine position. As the two engulfed each other's inhumanly large erections, Sasuke felt himself growing slightly hard once more.

Damn, am I horny tonight! Sasuke thought, staring amazedly at his cock. Normally I wouldn't even be able to get it up after three orgasms, but now I'm all ready to go... Sasuke brought his hands up and wiped away the small amount of cum that had landed too close to his eyes, but decided on leaving the rest of it there. The raven had convinced himself that feeling globs of semen, even his own, sticking to his face and neck had at least a little bit to do with his arousal.

Sasuke looked at his hands warily. He was growing tired of just jerking himself off. He looked around the room, searching for something he could use to help him get off. Spotting the vibrator, he nodded to himself. Yeah, he could definitely use that. Now what else...? He looked at the coffee table; no, that wouldn't do. Onyx eyes wandered off in the direction of the kitchen, then immediately snapped back to the ceiling in front of them. Sasuke wasn't even going to try anything in the kitchen. He was pretty adventurous sexually, but he would not be one of those people that stuck a turkey baster inside of themselves or something like that. No, that wouldn't be like Sasuke at all. He looked over at the television, suddenly wishing that he had picked a video where the actors were inside, so he could gather ideas. He rolled his eyes at his own lack of rational thought, and the orbs landed on the couch's closest armrest.

Without knowing why, Sasuke stared at the armrest for a while. Suddenly, he was hit with an idea. Flipping his legs backward over his head and landing on his feet, facing the couch, Sasuke turned around and bent down, picking up the discarded vibrator. He turned it on, then walked over to the side of the couch, standing by the armrest. He set the vibrator on the armrest, making sure it was perfectly vertical. He threw his right leg over the armrest and eased himself down onto the vibrator, without bothering to apply lubrication first. After using the device in his first two sessions of the night, Sasuke was still stretched well enough to take it in easily, and besides - the rougher it was, the more control he'd have over his emotions the next day, and the next day was important. Tomorrow was to be the day he met his new roommate.

When he was fully seated on the vibrating object, Sasuke scooted himself forward until his groin was pressed up against the cushion of the back of the couch. The raven began steadily rolling his hips, at the same time pressing the vibrator deeper into his ass and grinding his erection against the couch. Sasuke moaned at the mixture of friction and vibrations, grinding faster against the couch. He turned his head to the right, focusing back on the movie. It was now obvious that the sunset backdrop was fake, as the sun hadn't moved an inch since the last time Sasuke had looked at it, but this time he didn't notice the dazzling colors in the background. Sasuke had his eyes intently focused on the two men in the video. One was laying on his side, front facing the camera, and the other was straddling the first man's right leg, the left one thrown over his shoulder. Sasuke watched the actions unfolding on the television screen, unintentionally moaning when the second man suddenly thrust his over-sized cock into the first one. The man laying on his side opened his mouth in a silent scream - the television was muted - and Sasuke's head rolled back as he began bouncing up and down instead of just rolling his hips.

He used his legs to push his body up, and ruthlessly slammed himself back down, gazing at the man on the television screen, ramming his cock just as ruthlessly into his partner, who had started meeting the first man's thrust, even while he was still screaming. Sasuke went back to grinding against the back of the couch, thrusting against the cushion from every angle possible in his position, hungry for more of the delectable friction. Somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, Sasuke realized that when he came it would splatter onto the couch. Absently he reached over and grabbed the box of Kleenex off the coffee table, never stopping his grindings. He set the cubical box down on the seat of the couch, easily within reach so he could grab a few just before he came.

Going back to bouncing, Sasuke returned his attention to the movie. The man on top had began roughly jerking off the man on the bottom, and apparently he had also found the smaller man's prostate, as his facial expressions proved that the man's screams were now from pleasure instead of pain. Sasuke gasped as he inadvertently slammed his own prostate into the tip of the vibrator, and instantly his hand flew to the tissue box. He hastily pulled out three tissues, placing them one on top of the other on top of his penis. Sasuke grasped the tip of his dick, initially to make sure that the tissues didn't fall off, but as he continued watching the video he absentmindedly began to gently squeeze and massage the head. He watched dazedly as the second man suddenly pulled himself out of the first man, reassuming the sixty nine position. But this time, they weren't sucking each other off, this time the man on top was jerking the both of them off at the same time. The man on the bottom was panting, writhing, and bucking up into the other man's hand. Like the perfect little submissive pet... Sasuke thought rather dreamily, even though he knew that every relationship he would ever be in, he would be on the bottom. From the very first time Sasuke had tried to put things inside of himself, he had always loved the feeling of being filled, and that would never leave him.

And then the two men in the video came simultaneously, each one completely covering the other's face with cum. Sasuke turned his head, biting into his own shoulder to stifle his scream as he too was pushed over the edge, cumming into the tissues his hand held on the head of his cock. He pulled the tissues away, folding them so that the dirtied parts were on the inside, then wiped his tip clean and threw the Kleenex into the garbage can. Pushing the tissue box to the floor on his way down, Sasuke let himself fall to the side and onto the couch. He immediately pulled the vibrator from his opening, switching it off and dropping it to the floor. He lay there for a short while, seriously considering allowing himself to fall asleep on the couch. Finally he decided that he wouldn't have an alarm clock if he were to sleep on the couch, and hauled himself up and into his bedroom. He would clean up before school tomorrow.

Never once did he think to go in the bathroom and clean the dried-up cum from his face.

***

Sitting in his seat toward the back of his Algebra II Honors class, Sasuke recalled his lengthly session the previous night and yawned. He was still amazed that he had had such stamina, but it was taking its toll and tiring him out today. The Uchiha laced his fingers together, elbows on his desk, and rested his chin on the backs of his hands. His new roommate was supposed to be starting at his school today, but Sasuke had yet to see an unfamiliar face. In his sleep deprived daze, Sasuke failed to hear the door open, but noticed immediately when the teacher paused in his lecture about the importance of memorizing the Algebra I and Geometry formulas, theorems, and postulates that the students had learned in their previous math classes.

Sasuke looked up and saw the Headmistress, Tsunade, standing at the head of the classroom with a blond boy he had never seen before. "Students," Tsunade said forcefully, instantly gaining the full attention of every pupil in the room. "Students, this is your new classmate, Uzumaki Naruto."

"Good morning, Naruto," the students said in unison. The blond boy at the front of the class bowed slightly, and smiled as he straightened himself. Cerulean eyes wandered around the room, taking in everyone's faces. So...this is the guy, Sasuke thought, studying the blond. When the blue eyes crossed Sasuke's face, they paused, the Uchiha's intense onyx eyes locking the blond's in place. Sasuke held the boy's gaze for a few seconds before looking away, seemingly uninterested.

"Naruto-kun," the teacher said, and Naruto turned to face the man. "You can sit in the empty seat back there by Sasuke. Sasuke-kun, could you raise your hand?" A pale hand went up toward the back of the room, and Naruto noticed that it was the same boy who had, literally, caught his eye. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun. Class, I'm going to go out into the hall and talk to the Headmistress for a moment. I ask that you all please be polite, and not ask Naruto too many questions."

"Yes sensei," the class called out. Tsunade walked out into the hall, followed closely by the teacher. Naruto walked down an aisle between two rows of desks, and Sasuke watched him the entire way. Black eyes went wide when the boy suddenly fell face first on the floor and the entire class - minus one Uchiha Sasuke - burst out laughing. Sasuke eyed the girl whose desk was right next to where Naruto had fallen; she was laughing the hardest of them all. Obviously embarrassed, Naruto silently stood up and walked the remainder of the way to his desk. He took off his orange and black backpack, setting it on the floor and sitting with his hands folded in his lap, eyes staring down at them. His slightly long hair covered the majority of his face, but Sasuke could almost feel the humiliation radiating off of him.

"That wasn't funny, Sakura," Sasuke said to the girl who had tripped Naruto. Instantly the entire class stopped laughing. Naruto turned his head slightly, eyeing Sasuke through a gap in his hair. Apparently this guy had some kind of power over all the other students.

"Oh, come on Sasuke-kun!" the pink-haired girl whined. "It was just a joke!"

"And, like I said, it wasn't funny."

The girl, Sakura, looked at Sasuke with the dejected puppy dog look on her face for a few seconds, then sighed in defeat when the boy simply glared at her. She turned sideways in her seat, looking down the aisle at Naruto. "Hey, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" The blond boy looked up and nodded silently. Sakura smiled at him, then turned back around in her seat right as their teacher walked into the room.

Naruto was given a text book, and the rest of the class went on as normal. Finally the bell rang, and the students packed up their belongings, trying to remember the pages and numbers that the teacher was calling out for them to do for homework. Sasuke was one of the first students out and was walking down the hall headed for his Chemistry class when he heard a voice calling him. Normally he wouldn't have stopped, but when he realized that the voice wasn't female, as they usually were, he decided to stop and wait for the person. When he turned Sasuke realized it was the new boy, Naruto. When the blond caught up with him, Sasuke began walking, new roommate in tow.

"Hey, thanks for... sticking up for me, I guess," Naruto said, smiling brightly. Sasuke glanced over at the boy, but didn't reply. "You're not very talkative, are you?"

"No," Sasuke stated. "Now would you mind telling me why you're following me?"

"I was just trying to be polite and thank you," Naruto said defensively. "I didn't know you were going to be a jerk about it!"

"Well, you're just going to have to put up with me, aren't you?" Sasuke asked, a look of slight amusement in his eyes.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?" Again, there was no reply from the raven-haired boy. He just kept walking, leaving Naruto in his dust. Great, Naruto thought. I think I've made a friend, and he turns out to be an asshole. Just my luck. He pulled the class schedule the Headmistress had given him out of his pocket, noting that he had to get to English, in room 308. He looked at the door to his right; room 285. He looked to the next door in the direction Sasuke had gone. 283. Good. I go the other way. That means it's impossible that we have two classes in a row together. Naruto did an about-face, and started walking in the opposite direction of the raven, thinking bitterly, Hopefully I won't have to deal with that guy too much...

***

I walk down the hallway of the boy's dormitory trying to find my room, but I keep getting lost in the crowd of students. I stand on my toes, trying to catch a glimpse of the numbers on the doors. Hell, I don't even know if I'm going in the right direction any more. I probably passed the place ten minutes ago. I turn around, checking the doors one more time. Aha! There it is! I guess I did pass it. Good thing I decided to turn around. I try to shove my way back through the crowd, and eventually make it to my dorm.

I knock on the door, probably a little louder than necessary, but everyone's talking at once out here. I hear someone yell from inside; it sounds like they said, "State your name and business."

"Uzumaki Naruto," I answer. "I'm your new roommate." There's a short silence, then I hear the guy yell for me to come in. I open the door, partially excited to be meeting my new roommate for the first time, and partially worried that the guy might be another asshole. I mean seriously, who tells their visitors to state their name and business before allowing them entrance?

Stepping into the entryway, I look around for my roommate. I don't see him anywhere, but I can't help but be struck by how nice the room is. It's a little plain for my taste, but still amazing compared to what I had imagined. The walls are perfectly white, and the carpet is navy blue. There's a couch and an armchair the same color as the carpet, a small, wood and glass coffee table in front of the couch, and a fairly large television off to the right, positioned so that a person sitting in the armchair or laying with their head resting against the couch's left armrest could see it.

A little bit in front of where I stand, about four feet in from the door, is a hallway leading off to the right. Over to the left is a kitchen, complete with fridge and freezer, sink, dishwasher, oven, microwave, and a lot of cabinets. Still, I see no roommate.

"Hello?" I call, looking around. I take a few more steps into the dorm, peeking down the hallway. No one's down there.

"Hold on," the guy calls from one of the three closed doors I see down the hallway. "I'm changing out of my uniform," he clarifies.

"Oh, okay. Take your time." I take another look around and notice my beige suitcase sitting on the floor next to the television. I walk over to it, dropping my backpack and opening the piece of luggage. I pull my phone out and notice that I have one missed call and a new text message. Both are from Kiba.


From: Kiba - Cell
Subj.: Hey
Message: Hey man. How was your first day at the priss school?


I smile. It's nice to know that he at least gives enough of a damn to pretend he gives a damn.


To: Kiba - Cell
Subj.: Re: Hey
Message: Kinda mixed. Some chick with pink hair tripped me in first block. This one guy stood up for me, and when I tried to thank him he was a complete ass about it. I have him in third block too, unfortunately. I'm about to meet my new roommate.


I quickly send the message and shut my phone when I hear a door in the hallway open and close. I turn my attention to the mouth of the hallway, waiting for my new roommate to emerge. I plaster a smile on my face, hoping to make a good first impression, but the smile drops almost instantly when he appears. There, standing in front of me, is a boy about my size but with pale, almost white skin, dark blue-black hair, and hypnotic black eyes. I give him a once-over, taking in his bare feet, dark wash straight leg jeans, and plain black tank top. Finally my eyes return to his face, hoping that I was merely imagining who I saw the first time I looked. But he hasn't changed.

There, standing in front of me, smirking in that 'I-know-something-you-don't' fashion, is the asshole who I had the misfortune of meeting earlier. Sasuke. I feel my cell phone vibrating in my hand, and know that Kiba has sent a reply text, but I don't care. I'm too focused on this bastard standing there, staring at me. "What are you doing here?" I ask, not believing what has to be the truth.

"I told you that you'd just have to deal with me," he replies, smirking that all-knowing smirk. It finally sinks into my skull that this guy is my roommate, and that I really am going to have to deal with him for the rest of the school year.

Have I mentioned yet how much my life sucks?