Matriculate This >.

Okay, so it has been requested that I put the pairings in here. there isn't really a main pairing, every one mentioned will be smexed up, but it will be kinda Naru/Sasu centric, though they may not actually "get together" in any happy or conventional way. there will be: Uchihacest, Gaara/Naru, Naru/Sasu, Shika/Temari, Ita/Naru, Sasori/Gaara, Neji/Gaara, Kiba/Hinata, and possibly more. im just ambling through this right now. anything you desperatly want, tell me in the reviews, i'll try and check them on a regular basis

OH and everyone should go here =>www.lost.eu/24d49 and join the game. good luck and have fun! ^.^


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Gaara smirked as he settled himself cross-legged on top of his desk. They'd both heard the thump from the hallway, but he was sure Naruto didn't know what it had been. Sasuke deserved it, he needed to be put back in his place, like the whiny little bitch he was. The red haired boy picked up the controller he'd fished out from the shelf above him, and switched on the TV, with the remote beside him. Naruto looked up at him, smiling still. He held another controller up, waving it slightly.


"Wanna play, Uzumaki?" His voice flowed like honey out of his mouth, and Naruto shivered slightly, but nodded. He reached out one tanned arm and grabbed it.


"What are we playing?" Gaara shrugged.


"I dunno, whatever's in there, I'm too lazy to change it. If you want something special you can look through the games, they're in the bottom cabinet." The blonde sprung to his feet, and leaned over, thumbing through the titles, letting out small noises as he skimmed over games he liked. Gaara let himself smirk again then, enjoying the view he had right now of his roommate's ass, his pants stretched tightly over it from the bend. He was coming to terms with it now: this boy was the cutest thing ever, and he couldn't wait until he could seduce the little blond into his bed. They were already roommates for crying out loud, this shouldn't be too hard.


The blond popped out with a jewel case in one hand, waving a game through the air. He squinted, it was a battle game, with plenty of chopping people up, and squirting blood. He liked that one.


"Is this one okay, Gaara?" Naruto beamed, and Gaara nodded, shaking his head a little at the blond's enthusiasm once his back was turned again. He flipped the switch on the console and hurried back to his former spot on the bed, clicking start when the screen came up.


They both lost themselves in the game quickly. Gaara couldn't help but keep on smiling. Seeing the little Uchiha in here when he'd come in had been annoying. He'd spent all day coming to terms with the fact that he liked his roommate, and planning the boy's eminent seduction, only to find him here with another boy, the fact that it was that asshole only made it worse. They had been close enough when Gaara had come back that he couldn't help the small spike of jealousy in his gut.


He knew Itachi would put a stop to that though, drag his brother off somewhere and show him a good time. Gaara made sure Sasuke knew why he'd sicced the older boy on him before he'd been dragged off, too. Neither of them took kindly to someone touching something they saw as theirs, and as much as Gaara was ready to take that punishment out on Sasuke, he knew Itachi would only blame the boy as well, even though Sasuke was the one he viewed as his possession. He grinned at the thought of his classmate's fate. He knew the boy would be limping tomorrow, and it brought a cruel joy to his heart.

X

Sasuke mewled softly as he hit his bed, the air almost knocked out of his lungs once more. Itachi had almost growled as he'd slid the key card through the lock and threw the door open. He'd hurled Sasuke through it one moment later, and he'd stumbled in, tripping a little, but managing to catch the edge of the bed, pulling himself up a little. The door slammed behind them, and a moment later he flinched as he felt his brother's fingers tangling in his hair rather violently, pulling his head back even as he pushed him down into the bed farther, setting his chest against his brother's back, his other hand grabbing one flailing wrist. Sasuke cried out a little as his hair was jerked sharply.


"Shut up, Sasuke. Just shut the fuck up." His brother hissed, and he complied. He knew there wasn't much he could do at this point but give him what he wanted and hope he left quickly. He bit his tongue as his brother pressed his hips forwards, he could clearly feel the hardness grinding against his ass, his own groin moving against the bed from the transfered motion. He was getting hard. He flushed, he always got hard with his brother, and it always bothered him.


Itachi smirked into the side of his neck before biting down hard, the groan that Sasuke had been trying to bite back bubbled out from between clenched teeth. Itachi let his hands fall from the boy's hair then, sliding them instead up between the uniform shirt he was wearing and his pale skin. He went to work unbuttoning it rather quickly, and proceeded to slide it off his little brother's shoulders before pulling back to take care of his own, hurling it in the corner.


Sasuke wriggled up onto the bed then, turning over so that he was facing Itachi. He always felt uncomfortable not being able to see him when they did this. As much as he didn't quite want to see Itachi's face, it was always worse when he didn't know what was going to happen next. Itachi leaned back over him then, one hand hooking around Sasuke's neck, pulling him forwards, the other grasping his hip tightly before reaching down between his legs to rub the boy, who was incredibly hard by now. He moaned into Itachi's mouth, the sound low and raspy, cut off by his brother's lips sealed over his.


Those deft fingers fumbled with the button to his pants now, and Sasuke squeezed the sheets beneath him in both fists, his fingers tight enough to be flat white, nails biting into his palms to stop himself from moving them until it was asked of him. He lifted his hips a little as Itachi tugged at the waistband of his pants, pulling them downwards.


Then Itachi was pressed against him again, his own hard cock still locked away in his pants, the rough material now rubbing against Sasuke's bare skin. He moaned, this time skirting the edge of pain at the unpleasant friction against his most sensitive flesh. He was still hard though, and he couldn't quite keep his own hips still, bucking up slightly without thinking. This made the older boy smirk harder, bending back down to nip at his neck, leaving a trail of bites and bruises, they were red when they first fell but they would fade to black and blue by tomorrow morning. Sasuke would be marked, like always. Itachi had to make it clear that he belonged to someone.


The older Uchiha ground against Sasuke until he couldn't stand it anymore, the pressure becoming maddening. He released the boy's skin then, straightening enough to thumb the button on his own pants, and take himself out, not bothering to push the fabric down before he was rolling his brother over onto his stomach, pulling those pale, smooth hips into position beneath him. Sasuke whimpered and set his teeth, clamping his eyes shut, burying his face in the blankets lying across his bed. He knew Itachi was in one of those moods, and that would mean pain.


The older boy positioned himself and thrust in, all in one fluid snap of his hips. Both boys cried out then, Itachi's moan was deep and raspy, full of pleasure at the tight passage squeezing him now, Sasuke's a strangled cry of mostly pain as he felt himself tear inside from the rough entrance. Itachi thrust then, fast and deep, sliding on the blood that was slowly leaking from his brother. His fingers curled into the boy's hips hard enough to bruise, but he paid no attention. He felt himself getting close so he slowed down, pushing himself forwards to press his chest against Sasuke's back, stretching his neck to whisper in his brother's ear.


"Do you like this, Sasuke-kun? I know you do, your probably so hard it hurts right now. Gods, your tight enough that I could probably cum just being inside you without anything else, but wheres the fun in that, otouto?" He pulled out in one quick movement, flipping Sasuke back over onto his back. The boy's eyes were glassy and distant, his jaw clenched, but he was still hard, the tip a little damp form the pre-come, his cock jutting up, bobbing and swaying a little in the cool air. Itachi pulled the boy's legs up, standing between them, and pushed in again, driving another cry from the younger boy, his eyes snapping shut once more. He grinned, and leaned forwards again, thrusting in and out a little more violently now. He bent and whispered into his brother's ear, so close his breath caressed it softly, hot and damp. They were both sheened with sweat now, their bodies sliding smoothly with this lubrication.


"I want your arms around me, Sasuke, I want to hear you otouto. Tell me what you want." Sasuke obeyed as he had been taught, wrapping his arms around his brother's shoulders, holding the taller boy to him. He pulled his head up, until his forehead touched Itachi's neck.


"Please, Aniki! Deeper! Please, right there!" He cried, the pleasure in his voice honest and open. He didn't want this, really. Rather, he didn't want to want it, but he did, especially now, when he was so close. He panted in his brother's ear, letting his breath ghost across the flesh there, knowing better than to lay his mouth on him though, he wasn't allowed to mark Itachi. The pale smooth skin was too beautiful anyways, the marks would only serve to mar the surface.


Then those thoughts scattered as his brother's thrusts broke rhythm, growing a little more frantic, and he could feel the muscles under his arms tense. He was so close, there were tears in his eyes.


"Ah, Sasuke!" It was the whisper of his name, and his brother spurting inside of him that tipped it, pushing him over the edge. He tensed himself as he came, covering his stomach and chest with his seed, rubbing it onto Itachi's flesh too as the older boy thrust into him once more before he let himself fall backwards onto the bed, tears leaking from his dark eyes still.


Itachi crawled up to curl around him, pulling the smaller boy's head onto his chest, petting his hair delicately while he cooed and murmured into it.


"Sasuke, oh Otouto. Your mine, you know that right? Your all mine." Sasuke's chest hurt a little at that thought, like it always did, and he felt the shame flush his cheeks. He'd done it again, and he'd enjoyed it, he'd asked for it, forgotten that he should be hating it. He shifted and the pain that shot through him made him wince. He wouldn't be able to walk right tomorrow, everyone would know, like always. He could feel the tears springing to life in his eyes with new strength, and he felt the soft pale fingers of his brother wiping them gently away, cradling him close, rocking his head gently.


Sasuke just let himself cry, drifting to sleep. Itachi let the boy's breath even out before he disentangled himself from those pale limbs, standing and cleaning up a little before dressing himself, casting one more glance over his shoulder at the sleeping body of his little brother before he slipped out the door silently, going off to find Deidara. He knew just where the blond would be.

X

The next morning Naruto woke early, much earlier than he'd set his alarm for, but he couldn't manage to get back to sleep. He glanced over at Gaara's bed and was surprised to find it empty. He shrugged and rolled over again, pushing his eyes shut and trying to pull the sleep back over him like a blanket. He sighed, it wasn't really working. He stared at the blank wall in front of him, trying to figure out what would be best. The café didn't even open for another hour, but he supposed he could get up and take a shower or something.


He swung his legs out of bed and stretched, yawning deeply before hopping to his feet and grabbing his towel from where it hung on the rack built into the front of his closet door. He pushed into the small bathroom that adjoined their room, adjusting the water temperature before stepping under the soothing hot flow. It felt good on his tired skin. He thought back to the dream he'd surfaced from, trying to remember what it had been about. A single scene surfaced in his mind: pale skin stretched out beneath him, dark hair matted with sweat and oil, hips arching up to meet his thrusts. He shivered, feeling himself harden.


He tried to shake the image away, blushing, but it had made itself at home, and now he had a problem to deal with. He bit his lip and slid his hand lover his chest, rubbing the soapy washcloth he clutched over his chest, down his stomach, to the hardness jutting out between his thighs. It embarrassed him a little, thinking of his new friend like that, but the little Uchiha was gorgeous, so he couldn't really blame himself.


He closed his eyes as his hand made a fist, pumping the flesh there, the pleasure starting to tickle down his spine. He replayed that image in his head, and another one joined it. The Uchiha was down on his knees, looking up at him with that little smirk, one hand around the base of his member, head bend forwards to take him between soft lips. Naruto moaned out loud, his grip tightening as he imagined it was a smaller hand, pale and white and delicate but still strong enough to break him.


He felt the tremor in his spine at the tightening, and he tried to push back the inevitable climax. Naruto threw his head back, flipping the wet golden hair out of his face, picturing Sasuke in front of him, open and inviting, laying back to let him come in. That was what did it, he groaned out his orgasm with his teeth clenched tightly shut against the escaping noise.


Shakily he finished cleaning himself, a little light headed from the pleasure still echoing in his body, the aftershocks making his limbs heavy and clumsy. He hurried through the rest of his shower, suddenly uneasy about the images that had just slid through his head. There was something wrong with that and he knew it. He didn't want that, or at least he didn't want to want it.

X

Gaara returned to his room to get ready for his first class, expecting Naruto to still be asleep. Instead, he found the boy sitting on his bed, staring at two sheets of paper laying in front of his crossed legs. The red haired boy walked over, curious as to what had captured the blond's attention. The first sheet was Naruto's schedule, which Gaara glanced at, noting with a disapproving growl that they only had one class together, which was Japanese, on tuesdays and thursdays, in the afternoon. He sighed, glancing at the other, which was a map of campus, with every building labeled with the classes it contained and the other facilities.


"I wasn't expecting you to be up this early, its barely even light outside" Gaara's voice made the blond boy jump a little, startled. He smiled.


"I could say the same for you, I woke up and you weren't even in the room." Gaara shrugged at that before looking down at the boy's schedule again. He pointed to the shaded box marked Japanese.


"Looks like we only have on class together, and not until tomorrow." Naruto nodded, not all that enthusiastic about it, but still responding politely. He wanted to go find his other friends, and see if he shared any classes with them. He sighed, as his mind drifted to the face that had haunted his dreams last night. He wanted to know if he had an classes with the Uchiha. He knew from Neji that the boy was smart, always got good grades, and it wouldn't hurt to study with him, not that he'd admit what he really wanted to do alone with Sasuke in the library.


He glanced down at the clock and smiled, pushing himself up to stand beside the bed. He tied his shoes quickly, his hair almost dry by now. Gaara shot him a questioning look, so he smiled.


"I'm gonna go get some breakfast since they're open. Besides, I wanna see if anyone else I know is in my classes." Gaara shook his head.


"Okay, whatever. I'm gonna chill up here for a little while, I don't have class until this afternoon." Naruto grabbed his bag and tossed it over one shoulder, waving to Gaara over one shoulder, heading out.

X

Kiba yawned into his coffee cup, trying to summon the energy to glare at Neji across the table. The Hyuuga had woken him up inhumanly early today, calling him up to summon him down to the café for breakfast. He always insisted on doing this first week of the term, and KIba always grumbled through it, but came anyways. He stared down into his cup, darting his eyes up to his companions every once and awhile.


He blushed when Neji's cousin caught his eye and smiled. She'd grown up a lot over the summer break last year, and moved past her stuttering and blushing adolescence, at least with most of Neji's friends. She was cute, really, and Kiba felt a little tug in his stomach when she smiled at him.


He heard Neji's voice across the table, and turned to look over his shoulder, smiling when he saw the blond boy they'd hung out with yesterday grinning like a maniac, and walking across the lobby towards them. He waved to Naruto, sliding over on the booth seat to let the new boy sit down beside him. He grinned.


"What's your schedule, Naruto?" The blond reached into his bag, tossing the slightly crumpled paper to the table with a grin before dropping the bag beside him on the floor. Kiba glanced over it quickly, then grinned back.


"Looks like we've got three classes together." He grinned, pointing down at the paper, we've got Math together this afternoon, with Sarutobi-sensei. I hear he's pretty easy?" He turned to Neji who grinned.


"Looks like you're stuck with me for japanese and history, blondie! And Sarutobi-sensei's good at what he does, but he isn't very hard. He glanced down at the schedule in front of him again and turned to his cousin. "Hey Hinata, don't you have lit with Iruka first period today?" She blushed a little, looking up shyly at the blond boy sitting next to Kiba across the table.


"Y-yes, Neji." Naruto smiled widely at her.


"Hey, so do I! I'm Uzumaki Naruto, by the way, I don't think we've met." He held out his hand, which she took a little shakily, blushing a deeper red. Neji smirked a little.


"Naruto, this is my cousin Hinata, she's a little shy." Naruto's smile got even wider.


"Cool! I was hoping I'd know someone in that class," He turned to Hinata, whose eyes were screwed to the table, glancing up at him nervously every once and awhile. "I'm new, I don't really know that many people yet." He explained. She smiled.

X

They passed the hour until class quickly, sitting in the café, and it wasn't until the bell rung that they realized exactly how long they'd been sitting there. Kiba groaned as he jumped to his feet.


"Great, I've got class all the way across campus, now I've gotta run, can't be late the first day." He took off at a sprint, swinging his bag over his shoulder. Naruto looked over to Neji and Hinata with a grin, and stood.


"Hey Hinata, lets go! You know where the classroom is right?" He paused, waiting for the shy nod before continuing. He beamed. "Good, because I have no fucking clue!" Neji shook his head slowly. He didn't have class first period so he was free to sit here for awhile more, but he waved as the other two took off at a fast walk, Hinata still blushing as Naruto hooked they're arm's together, talking animatedly about something or another. His voice carried in the mostly empty hallways, until it was swallowed by the students emptying into them now, white noise of a hundred different happy conversations swallowing the blond's voice.


The pair arrived outside their Literature classroom, and Naruto glanced in through the open door, sighing with relief.


"Good, I don't think the teacher is in here yet, that means we're not late." A tall boy in the middle row of desks sighed.


"No, You're still late, its just that the teacher isn't here yet. Don't worry though, they're all late on the first day. Umino-Sensei can never find the classrooms here right the first time." The boy paused, then nodded to the pale girl. "Good morning, Hinata-chan, who might your lovely companion be?" The quiet sarcasm rolled off the boy's tongue in a comfortable drawl. Hinata just blushed, Naruto turning to look at her. She sure does that blushing thing a lot. He turned his gaze to the boy who had spoken, pulling on a bright smile.


"Hello, I'm Uzumaki Naruto, I'm new! And you are?" The boy sighed.


"My name is Nara Shikamaru, but everyone calls me Shika." Hinata smiled shyly.


"Yes, Good morning to you to Shika-san." They made their way up to sit by the boy, Naruto dropping his bag on the desk next to him, Hinata taking the one on Naruto's other side. The class was small, no one else seemed to be coming in. Naruto cocked his head to one side.


"Where is everybody? Is this just a really small class or something?" Shika sighed.


"No, all the classes here are like this. Smaller class sizes make better education, the system can be more individually tailored to each student, optimizing the gains for them. This is why people come here, because they can get the best education possible in this environment." Shika's voice was a little exasperated, and Naruto bit his lip, taking a moment to think about what the boy had said. After a log paused, he looked back at Shika, his head cocked to one side.


"You're really smart." He said, a grin breaking out over his face. Shika let his head fall forwards onto his crossed arms.


"Yes, but I'm also really tired." And with that he shut his eyes.


His rest didn't last long though, because a rather scattered looking man pushed his way through the door then, a crate of books and papers in his hands. He plopped them down on the desk, then perched beside them, pulling out his class log and a pen.


"Nara-kun, now is not the time for napping." He scolded with a smile. His hair was long, tied back in a high ponytail on his head. There was a scar across the bridge of his nose that made Naruto wonder what this man had done before he'd become a teacher here. The man smiled up at them once more, doing a quick count of heads in the room, checking it against the logbook in his hands.


"8? Alright, looks like we're only missing one. Anyways, My name is Umino Iruka, for those who don't already know me, and I will be teaching Literature this semester. I much prefer the seminar teaching style to the lecture, so we may have to do a little re-arranging of this classroom, but for today we can keep things the way they are." He picked up a stack of packets and set them beside him on the desk. He picked one up, waving it at the class in front of him. "Here we have your syllabus, and the reading list for this semester. This will also be posted to the class bulletin board online." He stepped forwards with the stack, just in time to turn at the sound of the door swinging open, a late student walking in.


Naruto gasped a little, it was Sasuke, but he was walking with an obvious limp. Even with the collar on his uniform pulled up the marks along his neck were clearly visible, angry and purple against pale skin, his face stoic behind sunglasses, despite the slight wince that crossed it every couple of steps. Iruka looked a little irritated.


"Please take a seat up front, Uchiha-kun. This is a serious class, you can't just waltz into it whenever you feel like it. Do you have a reason for your lateness?" Naruto winced at the cold tone that had taken over the teacher's previously warm voice. He felt sorry for Sasuke then, even though the marks on his neck made the boy's stomach twist a little. It was obvious what had gone on last night, after he'd left. The Uchiha had a lover already. On one hand this made Naruto a little hopeful, the limp suggesting the lover was a boy, so maybe he had some chance, but the obvious marks and the slight bruises where the boy's shirt rode up a little were evidence enough of another person already in the boy's life, probably someone quite possessive.


When Umino-sensei started talking again, Naruto couldn't quite pay attention to his words, his eyes focused instead on the dark hair sticking up messily on the back of the pale boy's head. Sasuke was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Naruto could feel the smile fade from his lips then, and he felt the breathe still in his chest when Sasuke turned, dark eyes catching his, sunglasses on the desk in front of him now, eyes red and sore looking. An elbow in his side called him back to reality, to glare at Shika next to him. The boy shook his head, pointing to the teacher, who was glaring at him now.


"Uzumaki-kun? Are you with us? If you can't pay attention I'll have to move you down front where I can keep an eye on you." Naruto blushed then.


"I'm sorry, Umino-sensei, could you repeat the question?" Iruka shook his head with a sigh, and turned back to his logbook.


"I was just asking you to introduce yourself, you're a new student after all, and we don't know you yet." The boy stood nervously, waving to the other kids in the room a little.


"Hello guys, um, I'm Uzumaki Naruto, I've been living in England, and France for the last couple years, but I've been working on my Japanese, excuse the accent. I'm from here originally but I haven't lived here since I was really little, so I don't really remember much. I'm sorry if I offend you in some way, please correct me if I do something wrong..." He trailed off, not really sure what else to say. Iruka shook his head with a sigh, and waved him back into his seat.


"Fine, well, I'm sure you'll fit right in here, as long as you pay a bit more attention." He paused to shoot Naruto a pointed glare before turning back to the logbook in front of him, scribbling in the margins.


"Now, I have a copy of the first book we will be reading for each of you up here in this box, if you could each come and take one. Keep good track of this now, write your name in the front, and your room number, because if you lose this you'll have to find a new one yourself. Will everyone please come up here now, so that I can hand these out?" The creaking and chatter of students standing and walking down sprung up in the quiet room. Naruto sighed heavily before getting up, but felt an arm hook around his momentarily. He glanced back at Shika, the question in his eyes. The boy shook his head.


"Umino-sensei can be a real bitch if you're goofing off or daydreaming. You should really stop staring at the Uchiha's ass and pay attention. Besides, that boy is a whole lot more trouble than he's worth, I'd stay away from him if I were you. If you get involved with him, you get involved with his brother, and thats not something I'd wish on anyone." Naruto cocked his head to the side, shuffling out to the isle behind Hinata.


"You mean 'Tachi-san? But he's really nice, he invited me to go somewhere this weekend. I forget where." Shika raised one eyebrow, but Hinata raised her head.


"Naruto-san is Gaara-san's roommate, Shika-san. They were out with my brother this weekend." Shikamaru shook his head, muttering under his breath.


"Troublesome" Naruto raised his eyebrow.


"And whats wrong with 'Tachi-san, hm? He seems perfectly nice to me..." He trailed off as he realized that Sasuke was standing in front of them, the boy snorted once before grabbing his book and packet from Umino-sensei's outstretched hand, attempting to storm back to his seat, but failing due to the obvious limp.


Shika smiled slightly, but Naruto just stood there, looking after the boy with a little concern. He felt a book and a packet thrust into his own hands, and jumped slightly, blushing at the scowl the teacher was shooting him once again.


"Sorry, Umino-Sensei." He mumbled, backing away, failing to catch Sasuke's dark eyes as he made his way back to his seat.

A/N: look, theres smex ^.^ though i'd like to appologize for emo.angst!sasuke, jerk!gaara, and oblivious!naruto. after the Shippuden premire ive been on a little "lets abuse Sasuke" kick, because he'd being a little bitch (as always >.< ) but still, let me know if theres unjustified OOC or anything else, i looked this one over before i posted it, but it was during a lecture so im not sure if its perfect. just point out any mistakes and i will so fix them tute sweet!