Education

Re-Education: Third Overture- Makin' Love! ^.^





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The next morning was surreal for Sasuke. He woke up at 5:30, as per usual, and showered, his sleep fogged mind putting together the events of the night before. They had been weird, that much was undeniable, but it just seemed to fit somehow, in a way Sasuke didn't bother to question. It was 6:15 by the time he made it downstairs to wake Naruto, who he had installed in one of the second floor guest bedrooms.



The boy hadn't been easy to wake up, but Sasuke had managed, and it was worth the effort in his mind to watch the confused blush spread across Naruto's tanned cheeks as memory hit him. Sasuke gave the boy directions to the bathroom, and plopped a set of clean clothing down beside him, not the clothing Naruto had worn in last night but more of his own. He didn't mind, and Naruto's clothing had smelled a little like rumpled, unwashed rainwater to him. This was better anyways.



He'd been out to get the paper, and was sitting comfortably at the kitchen's breakfast nook, sipping coffee and nibbling on a croissant when Naruto had shown up, still looking a bit sleepy and dazed, his hair damp and hanging onto his forehead. Sasuke couldn't help but smile, it was adorable. He pushed the bowl of baked goods on the table towards the blond, who selected a cinnamon apple twist of some kind with an awkward nod of thanks. Sasuke folded the paper and set it back on the table, looking pointedly at Naruto.



"So I talked to your landlord, Naruto-kun, and he has promised to drop a new key to your apartment by the school today. I told him to leave it in the office under your name, so just ask for it on the way out and you should be fine." Naruto's eyes widened, and he stopped chewing the pastry in his mouth.



"How did you do that? Last time I lost my key that bastard made me put down a deposit for the master copy and get a new one cut myself. Took him a fucking week too." Sasuke shrugged, standing and brushing past the startled boy, crossing to the fridge and pouring two glasses of orange juice from a smooth glass pitcher inside.



"I just explained the situation to him. He seemed a little agitated, but I calmed him down. We have to leave soon, I have to be in school for my unit meeting at 7:15." Sasuke downed one of the glasses of juice in one gulp, and handed the other to a still stunned Naruto while he left to gather his things.



X





Naruto sat at the lunch table, sandwiched between an overexcited Kiba and a sullen looking Shino, staring disinterestedly at the sandwich laid out before him. He was a little hungry, but this just didn't look edible in any way. Usually he liked to pack his lunch, it was cheaper and he could make whatever he wanted. His little trip to Sasuke's had nipped that in the bud for the day though. He sighed, his attempts not to think about his sensei were failing miserably.



Still, he didn't have class with the man that day, so he wouldn't have to see him, though the little orange wrist lanyard that had been with his keys when he'd picked them up at the start of lunch, with a little note pinned to it in Sasuke's neat, professional script, kept reminding him every time he saw it, every time the woven cotton fibers of the strap rubbed against his wrist. He could almost see the man, smiling like he had this morning and telling him not to lose his keys again.



The lunch bell rang, pulling him from his daze enough to get to his last class, a 2 hour lab, though he still found himself zoning out during the lecture portions. Before he knew it school was over, and he was stepping out of the classroom. All of his books were tipped into his locker, there wasn't any school tomorrow, for a teacher planning day, so there wasn't any homework due. He found himself smiling as he stepped out the door, not bothering to wait for Kiba like he normally did.



X



Sasuke sighed as he settled into his desk, spreading the curriculum review forms out in front of him. He stared down at the first question, but he found he couldn't focus, and he gave up after reading that same question almost ten times, but still having no idea what it said.



He slumped in his chair defeatedly for a second, before pushing his chair away from the desk with a scowl, tromping loudly downstairs and making himself some tea. How on earth had he managed to get so much done with that blond idiot here interrupting him every other second to ask some stupid question, and now, when he had his perfect silence and order back, he couldn't get anything done.



He scowled as he slammed the mug full of hot liquid onto his desk top as he sat down, wincing as it splashed out onto his hand, and the god awful review sheets he was supposed to be filling out. He knew Kakashi wasn't taking these seriously, and he probably wasn't anywhere close to the only one, but Sasuke had resolved to do everything he was supposed to, to be the best damn teacher he could be by following the rules. This was how he was taught to succeed, this was how Itachi had done it, and he would do it as well.



Well, fucking a student bareback over your desk isn't exactly playing it by the book, now is it? He paled a little, before blushing hotly at the memory. His mind kept winding those moments into his thoughts, kept somehow thinking up excuses to make him play them over and over. Now he had more though, beyond that night. He had Naruto naked in his own shower, the outline of his body on the frosted glass of the door blurred yet still distinct. He had Naruto's face, so fiercely protective and still cute yelling at Itachi, Itachi of all people. Not a lot of people he knew had the guts to stand up to Itachi, but then again he'd known Naruto was special since the first day he'd walked into that classroom. The boy had determination, he had fire, and even as it dulled and faded Sasuke could still see it there.



He shook his head, trying to dislodge those images that had taken over again, and restore some sort of order to his thoughts. It was futile though, they wouldn't go away. Naruto's worried eyes, the boy's smiling face, the way he'd looked in the cold rain that night. All of it was still there, every time Sasuke closed his eyes. He rubbed his temples, the weight of the implications of this whole situation settling heavily on his metaphorical shoulders. Suddenly, he was too tired for any of this.



X



Naruto sighed into his miso soup, setting the chipped bowl down onto the kotatsu in front of him. His science text book and all of his lab notes were spread out in front of him, beside the remains of his hastily prepared dinner. This lab report was the last thing he needed to turn in this year, and if he didn't get a decent grade on it he couldn't graduate, no matter what else he did. It was strange though, that he couldn't concentrate at all, he just kept staring at the battered lacquered dishes on the table in front of him.



He'd gotten so much more done at Sasuke's, wait when had Uchiha-sensei become Sasuke? and Naruto contributed it to the homey yet organized feel of the man's house. It had been so warm, so unlike Sasuke, there is was again, that was so weird. His own little apartment had seemed so cold when he'd returned that afternoon, stealing his cheery mood almost immediately.



He'd turned up the heat, he'd even grabbed an extra blanket and slipped over to the battered old kotatsu he'd buried under clothing in the corner of the main room. It hadn't helped at all. Naruto blamed this on the dished now, it was the only logical explanation. Sasuke's dishes had been so well kept and clean, warm and red, exquisite ceramics. Naruto knew they must have cost a bundle, but maybe if he took a little extra out of the inheritance account next month he could get himself some new dishes. Just a couple, probably not as good, but they could be warm and nice, and he could take care of them this time. Maybe it would make the place seem homier. Somehow he doubted it though.



He scowled down at the table, he really had to avoid getting sidetracked again. He had to finish this report tonight, he had to, and all he'd managed to do was distract himself over and over again. Still, when he stared down at the pages in front of him none of it made sense. He needed help, he couldn't do this by himself. He glanced over at the clock, school was closed by now, on a teacher planning day, and he knew his few friends would be no help whatsoever when it came to academics.



He suddenly knew who would though, and with much lip gnawing and nail biting he gathered his things and made for the door. It would be a decently long walk, but at least it was nice out this time.



X





Sasuke was startled from the jumble puzzle he was utterly failing to do by the sound of his buzzer. He glanced at the clock, his face falling to a scowl. It was Itachi coming again, he could feel it. Only his brother could tell somehow, even from across town, when he was in such a bad mood and find some way to exploit that to his own advantage. He took his time in getting to the door, enough to politely show his displeasure at the interruption of what he would call a much needed evening of rest, though that would be an utter lie.



The scowl fell from his face and the sharp retort died on his tongue when he swung the door open though. It wasn't a smug Itachi there on his porch, smirking down at him, but a rather cold and unsure looking Naruto, clutching his ratty schoolbag to his chest like some sort of lifeline. For a minute he couldn't bring himself to do anything but stare, his mouth hanging open a bit in surprise. He caught himself though, and forced himself to relax, pushing his body to recline against the door frame as casually as possible, one eyebrow quirking at his guest.



"What brings you back so soon, Naruto-kun?" The boy flinched a little, but met his eyes, and Sasuke had to resist the urge to go and pull the boy inside at the lost look he found there.



"Um, I, Uh..." Naruto stuttered a little, as his eyes pulled away and he rummaged through his bag, fumbling with books and papers jammed quickly inside. Sasuke mourned the loss of that gaze, watching the blond closely. He came out of the bag with a book clutched in one hand. Sasuke recognized it immediately. It was a science text book. Chemistry. It wasn't his best subject, but he could make it through. He grunted, and stepped back, turning to lead the way inside. He got around the corner of the hallway before he backtracked, realizing Naruto wasn't there with him.



"Come on, idiot. I don't have all night." Naruto came rushing around the corner, blushing heavily, and stuttering a little. Sasuke just forced a smirk to his face, though he winced a little inside. Those words had sounded more harsh than he'd meant them to be, but he was nervous and tired. He led the boy silently up to the little study he'd been sitting in, the one they'd been in together that night, the night he'd slept over.



The thought made Sasuke blush a little, remembering Naruto's body outlined against the steamy shower door. He coughed, clearing his throat and shaking those images away as he pushed the door open, holding it for Naruto behind him. He immediately sank into the chair he'd left, still warm and somehow now more comfortable. Naruto just stood there though, looking uncomfortable. Sasuke almost smiled.



"Come then, pull up a chair and show me where you need help, idiot." Naruto blushed a little, but pulled a chair up beside Sasuke, opening the book and pulling out his notebook, rifling around through the bottom of his bag for a pencil. Sasuke cleared his throat, making the boy look up guiltily. The Uchiha just held out the pencil he was holding calmly, and Naruto took it with a mumbled thanks.



X





They'd worked for a long time, Sasuke finishing his grading and moving on to finish jumble he'd been working on earlier. Naruto had moved to the floor again, spreading things out in front of him, and while Sasuke mourned this new distance between them, he still enjoyed having the blond in the same room. He had so much energy inside of him that it seemed to spill out, changing the air just that little bit so that the room felt less oppressively empty now.



Sasuke yawned, putting his own pencil down, and turning to look at the boy behind him. He couldn't help but smile at the site. Naruto had fallen asleep again, face fallen down into the open book in front of him, the borrowed pencil still held loosely in one hand. It was beautiful really, the way his chest rose and fell so evenly, the way his face relaxed, he looked so happy and peaceful, but still so much like himself.



Sasuke stood, stretching, and glanced at the clock. It wasn't that late yet, but late enough that maybe he should wake the boy up and send him home. Part of him didn't want to though. Part of him wanted to let the boy sleep until it really was too late to bother going home, until Naruto would have to sleep here again, in the spare room down the hall, where Sasuke could still feel that comfortable warm hum of another living person being in his house without all the tension his family created there.



Still, when he kneeled down beside Naruto's sleeping form, another urge overcame him. He found himself reaching out, stroking that tanned cheek gently, letting the warmth seep into his fingers. He wasn't sure what he was doing now, acting on impulse as he leaned in, his face hovering a breath away from that tanned cheek. He could feel Naruto's breath too, warm and wet against his skin, and he leaned closer, tilting the boy's head ever so slightly as he guided their lips together, his eyes slipping closed at the sensation.



X



Naruto was having a fantastic dream, it was about Sasuke, the two of them sitting in the Uchiha's house, upstairs somewhere. They were just sitting, together, like some old married couple or friends who'd known each other forever, content to just be together, sit in silence without discomfort.



Then it changed, little by little, and all of a sudden something surfaced through it, warm soft lips on his, cool fingers tangled in his hair, and he thought it must have been part of that dream because it was so soft, almost tender, and Sasuke wasn't like that, not what Naruto remembered of him anyways.



But Naruto felt his eyes opening, saw the older boy above him, dark eyes closed gently, and the cool ground beneath him. It wasn't a dream, it was real, it had to be. Dreams were never this perfect, the clear and precise. Naruto closed his own eyes though, fighting not to tense, or respond. He didn't want this to end.



But it did, and Sasuke started to pull back. Naruto panicked a little, his hands reaching up to grab the Uchiha, fingers tangling in the boy's hair to pull him back down. He opened his eyes, managing to blink sleepily still, and meet Sasuke's, now wide and surprised.



"'Suke, don't stop." Sasuke pulled back harder at those words, and the sudden nature of the action broke Naruto's grip. He could only look up in shock himself now, as Sasuke staggered backwards a bit, hand clamped over his own mouth. Naruto tried to get up, follow him, but he stumbled forwards, his face hitting the floor with an uncomfortable thud. By the time he raised his head again there was nothing he could do but watch Sasuke go.



X





Sasuke leaned up against the wall to his room, panting hard. His pulse was pumping hard in his ears and his eyes were wide. What the fuck had he been thinking? It was enough that he'd molested the poor boy once, he didn't need another occasion to weigh down his conscience.



He wasn't quite sure what had come over him then, he'd just seen Naruto lying there, looking so peaceful, and he'd just leaned in on impulse, like it was someone else, or maybe some sort of a dream. Than tanned skin had looked so smooth, those lips slightly rough from the wind and cold of the season. Then everything had just sort of happened.



He let his head fall into his hands as he slid down the wall to the floor, landing in a loose pile at the bottom, hunched up on himself. He tensed as he heard footsteps in the hall, coming closer, and he knew exactly who it was but couldn't bring himself to move. He deserved whatever Naruto wanted to do to him at this point.



He tensed as he heard the door to the bathroom next to his room open, and then shut again a moment later. He held his breath, hoping for a moment that the boy would just pass by but he knew that was too much to hope for. The door to his room slid open a second later, and he heard a relieved exhale of breath. Or it could have been some other emotion, Sasuke wasn't sure.



He still jumped when warm hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him forwards a little. He kept his eyes shut tight, and let his body just be moved, his legs rearranged. They snapped open in reflex though when something heavy flopped forwards onto him, lips sealing over his own. He wasn't sure what to do with this new lap full of warm solid flesh, Naruto's eyes shut now, and those hands coming up to clutch tightly in his hair.



He wasn't sure what to do, but somehow found himself kissing back, though Naruto was all tongue and teeth and he didn't have the energy to fight that right now, and just let his mouth be plundered. Naruto's hands slowly trailed down, firm and warm across his skin and he just felt cold, detached, as they deftly fell to buttons and cloth, pulling at Sasuke's shirt until it gave way and Naruto's hands could skim across his skin directly. it sent a shiver skittering up his spine to feel that, but it also brought him back a little.



He sputtered, his hands finally moving to push weakly at the boy's shoulders, but Naruto just let out a low growling noise, which startled Sasuke back into stillness, and pulled his own shirt off over his head, leaning in again afterwards so that their eyes locked for a second and Sasuke knew there was no getting out of this.



That revelation didn't entirely stop him from trying though, and he struggled again, which only led to Naruto pushing him back into the wall behind him roughly once again, as his mouth went to work, nipping him soundly in the crook of his neck, making him flinch for a second, and then moan as that tongue went to work soothing the angry mark.



"Wait, stop it Uzumaki!" He'd meant for it to come out in his stern, commanding 'teacher voice,' but it didn't quite make it, a husky tone creeping in, along with a tremble of uncertainty that made the whole this sound rather foolish in the end. Naruto must have thought so as well, because Sasuke could feel the boy smiling into his skin. The thought made him scowl, and try once more to dislodge the blond from his lap. It still didn't work, and only caused another nip to his shoulder, this one lighter and more playful.



"I mean it Uzumaki, get off of me..." Naruto seemed fed up with the struggle then, and pulled back enough to let Sasuke almost struggle free, letting the older boy move away from the wall before grabbing him again, pushing him down to the ground and straddling his waist, pinning his arms in a show of physical domination, even if his eyes still held a certain warmth, a deeper sort of uncertainty showing out around it a little. This stopped Sasuke's struggles dead, that sad unsure light shining there, an isolation, a deeper sense of longing that Naruto's sunny exterior never quite let show. He couldn't keep fighting.



That realization must have shown in his own eyes somehow, because moments after he relented Naruto's hands pulled back, letting his wrists go. He just lay there dumbly for a second before raising one shaky hand to touch the boy's face, brush those tanned cheeks that he'd seen full with smiles, then streaked with tears, and cum, and pink from the cold rain, and then so relaxed and smooth when the boy slept. He tangled his long fingers into sunshine blond hair, hesitantly drawing Naruto's face back down to meet his own, letting his eyes fall closed slowly before their lips met, much more softly this time, like before, only this time he knew what he was doing, the decision was made carefully and he stood behind it.



When Naruto pulled back again, their eyes met, and in a single second Sasuke felt warmer than he'd felt in a very long time. Then his hands slid down to Naruto's hips, and he shifted them a little, realizing he was more than half hard and not wanting the boy to feel it. He was too late though, he saw the grin creeping across Naruto's face, a familiar spark of mischief in those eyes.



The boy bucked his hips, moving so that his ass was over Sasuke's cock again, and all of a sudden Sasuke couldn't do anything but moan, his body rebelling, his hands tightening over those hipbones, scrabbling for purchase. Naruto leaned in then, one hand on either side of Sasuke's head, and licked the shell of his ear lightly, and the words that followed cooled the spot, making him shiver.



"Naughty sensei, your hard. It's okay though, I'll take care of it, just like you taught me to, ne?" Sasuke shivered as Naruto raised himself, faintly thinking that maybe he should run away now before this got out of control, but he froze when he saw Naruto standing, slipping the dark pants he was wearing down over his hips. He'd turned away, the tanned flesh of his firm ass showing, and looked over his shoulder coyly at Sasuke. He smiled, almost innocent, except for deep blue eyes half lidded and heavy.



He turned slowly, and Sasuke's mouth went dry at the sight of the boy's cock, tanned as the rest of his body, but tinted red with need and glistening at the tip. Naruto clearly wanted this as much as he did, and the fact that he was willing to just come and get it made Sasuke impossibly harder. Naruto knelt beside him then, his hands popping the button on Sasuke's pants easily, trailing a hand over the obvious lump underneath the white material as he pulled the zipper down.



Sasuke let out a moan, his eyes almost sliding shut, but his instincts not letting him close them for fear of losing one second of this gorgeous show. Naruto smirked at this as he slid the shorts down over Sasuke's legs, pulling the boxers he wore down as well, and abandoning them at Sasuke's ankles. He was breathing harder now, obviously excited for what would come next. His grin grew playfully innocent as he pressed his fingers to Sasuke's lips.



"I need your help, sensei. Will you get these wet for me?" Sasuke's swallowed hard before parting his lips, drawing those fingers into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them, getting them wet. It was Naruto's turn to moan then, and he let his head fall back a bit at the sensation, looking at Sasuke through wanton slits now.



"Sensei, your mouth is so good." Naruto pulled the fingers back slowly, and Sasuke reluctantly let them go, missing the salty taste of the boy's skin immediately. Naruto brought them behind him, and Sasuke tensed for a second. Blue eyes slid closed as Naruto teased the fingers around his hole, pushing on the pucker lightly, testing it's give. Sasuke felt his cock practically pulsing with desire as the boy's hand brushed against it every once and awhile.



He felt the minute tensing of the body above him, accompanied by a quick intake of breath, and he knew that Naruto had breached his hole. He rubbed the boy's hips soothingly, willing to do anything he could to help the blond relax. The boy relax a little, and then tense again, and he knew there must be another finger now, the boy's hand still tickling the sensitive skin around Sasuke's groin. He moaned, and brought a hand up to the boy's cock, squeezing it lightly before pumping, slow and languid. Naruto let out a small moan of appreciation.



Then he felt the hand withdraw, and Naruto bringing it back in front of his face, spitting in the palm before reaching back, slicking Sasuke's erection with the poor lube. The Uchiha tensed, but found himself whispers low wordless encouragement to the boy above him as Naruto rose on his thighs.



The soft words faded to curses as he felt the sensitive tip of his cock nudging the boy, and even those were cut of when Naruto started to ease down onto him, moaning at the stretch he felt on his ring. The blond went slowly, and it seemed to take torturous hours to Sasuke, who was trying his hardest not to cum on the spot, before he was even really seated.



Finally Naruto just dropped the last scant centimeters, his breath hard and arrhythmic as he stopped, fully set on Sasuke's shaft, eyes pressed tightly closed. Sasuke could hardly bear the stillness, and rotated his hips experimentally, drawing another soft moan from Naruto's mouth.



"Fuck, I forgot how big you were, S-sasuke..." The Uchiha felt his heart skip a bit, the breathy voice Naruto used to say his name, his real given name, was like a shiver up his spine, and it felt so good. He closed his eyes, but that didn't help. All he could feel was Naruto, those inner muscles twitching and moving around him, hot and tight. He gripped the boy's hips so tight he felt like his fingers were biting into the skin beneath them, leaving bruises for sure.



Naruto settled, his hands bracing on the firm planes of Sasuke's stomach as he rose a bit, and then the exhale of breath as he dropped, settling into a slow but steady rhythm that made Sasuke whine quietly at the sensation. The steady ebb and flow was so hot around him, and he couldn't quite get enough air into his lungs at once to carry him so he floated on that cloud of feeling, forcing his eyes back open to watch the boy above him.



Naruto was so beautiful, firm tan skin slicked slightly with sweat, head thrown back a bit to expose the long line of his neck, the shadows playing across his skin as he moved, the soft cadence of his breathing shifting his chest in even cycles now. Sasuke bit his lip, rolling his hips into each new thrust, his hands curling into Naruto's pelvic bone and pulling the boy down to meet him at every stroke.



"Ah, sensei, I don't know how long I can last like this." Sasuke let out another moan, this one huskier than the last, fading to a breathy sigh at the end. Naruto was speeding up then, and every time he came down Sasuke swore he went a little deeper, and the deep heat coiling in his groin grew tighter, more elaborate, until he was shivering from sensation.



It had been good before, in that classroom, when they'd been together for the first time, but this, this was so much better, with Naruto moving above him, slick and willing. Before it had been a game, a way to relieve the tension of so much responsibility so young, but now it was more than that. The tremors of feeling that raced through him were all the more potent for the situation this time around.



He could feel it growing closer, the apex of pleasure he was slowly crawling towards, but he couldn't let himself get there first. It was as much a matter of pride as a matter of wanting to make the blond above him feel good as well. Naruto didn't have much in his life, and Sasuke wanted to give the boy every good thing he could.



Still, he couldn't hang on long. He pried one hand from the boy's hip, bringing it up to wrap around Naruto's shaft, now pink and flushed, the tip dripping with precum. He grasped it loosely, pulling gently as he stroked, the way made easier by Naruto's sweat and the juice leaking from his cock tip. Naruto tensed then, his breathy wordless exclamations coming to fevered pitch before the boy stopped, shaking lightly and letting out a loud rasping cry.



"Ah, Sasuke." Sasuke felt the warm liquid of Naruto's cum on his chest and stomach, and that sensation, coupled with the spasming muscles that surrounded his cock, sent him over the edge with a strangled cry of Naruto's name. His world went white for a second, and nothing mattered but the boy on top of him. Then Naruto relaxed, letting himself fall forwards onto Sasuke's chest heavily with a tired sigh, a smile playing about his lips. Sasuke wrapped his arms around the boy, his softening cock still inside Naruto, and let his eyes close again. He was hot and sticky, but that didn't matter now, all that mattered was the tanned form he held close, and the fact that someone still wanted him.