Taiikusai

Disclaimer- I neither own these characters nor profit from writing out my absurd fantasies about them >.>;;

Let the story continue!


Sasuke behaved himself for a week. Not that he had much of a choice. There were no more surprise visits from Naruto, no after school chit chats between the stoic sempai and his loud mouthed kouhai and generally no interaction between Neji and Naruto that he could detect. The target himself seemed to throw himself into his studies with even more vigor (if that was possible) now that the exams were a scant week and a half away. Even the laziest of students were starting to eye their text books with disdain.

If Sasuke wasn’t so besotted he would have been livid. The loud mouth was not only topping him in English, but other teachers were beginning to notice his new aptitude in everything but math and Japanese. Still, that wasn’t saying much. If tutoring wasn’t such a good way to study, he would have dropped it days ago in favor of helping his own studies. He was already cramming in a few extra sessions of study time when he thought no one would notice. He did have a reputation to uphold.

Occasionally the committee would meet to discuss the signboard. Once again, Uzumaki had proved that he was indeed number one at surprising everyone and suggested an idea that had sparked a potential lead. Sasuke could have kicked himself for not suggesting it earlier. The character for “leaf,” also used to signify “word” was the center of a much esteemed work of Japanese literature. Man’yosho- A myriad of gathered leaves. It figures that a collection of poetry would also have a very poetic name.

At least Sasuke still had the bigger fan club. Or so he told himself.

Sasuke stared at the head of swirling blond hair in front of him. Naruto’s head was bent over his desk as he busily scribbled down notes. What the hell was his secret? If Sasuke didn’t do something quick, he might be fighting for his position at the top. A few more girls had already started to take notice and it put his teeth on edge. Not that he blamed them—Naruto did seem to radiate a certain warm glow…

“Hey bastard, explain reverse osmosis again. We’ve got a quiz in 20 minutes and I plan on thoroughly kicking your ass.” He grinned.

Sasuke glared. Scratch that warm glowy part.


Naruto was on top of the world. Or rather, his head in the clouds state made him feel like he was. He studied like a madman at school, went home, did his 10 mile runs to shape up for the sports festival, studied like a madman, slept, rinse, repeat. Throw in some ramen and masturbation and that just about summed up his day.

Some may have thought he’d gone insane. But he and a select few knew the truth behind his recently driven state. It was hours of pain, sweat, and frustration for 45 minutes of bliss and maybe the promise of more.

For the past week, Naruto had forsaken the cafeteria, abandoned Shikamaru to his fate, and just about given Sakura the slip. Instead, he could be found sunbathing on the roof, cup o noodle in hand, in the unlikeliest company ever: his newly proclaimed boyfriend, the school president, Gaara, his sister, and their mutual “friend” Neji. Naruto wasn’t too sure about the “friend” part, but it was too much fun teasing his sempai in private to say anything aloud.

So as soon as the lunch bell rang, he’d jet for the roof and no one the wiser for it. No one asked, no one needed to know. To be honest, he didn’t care if they did. Personally, he had wanted to shout it from the rooftops after that first kiss. But prudence, in the form of Neji, had warned them of the potential repercussions. Ace finals first. The administration was hardly wont to interfere with a student’s private life, provided he had a clean record and respectable grades.

Gaara agreed. And hence the second bet was born.

The premise was simple. A distraction was the last thing they needed before finals, so they would refrain from actual dating until summer vacation. Since there had been some debate over the nature of their respective roles, they would settle the question by determining who the better “man” is.

If Naruto wanted to be the “man” and take Gaara out, first he had to beat Sasuke’s average final exam score. Otherwise he’d obediently play the “girl”. As for Gaara, should he beat Neji, he would choose what Naruto wore on their date. Should he lose, he had to wear a dress, regardless of Naruto’s results.

And so the bet was on and Naruto was all over his books like peanut butter on jelly. Until lunch time that is…



Naruto raced to the roof only to find out that he was the first one there. There was no sign of the others so he plunked himself down, spread out his onigiri and cup of ramen on a handkerchief and started to eat. He looked up at the June sky, noting the gray clouds in the distance and ready to dash for shelter should the predictions for rain prove accurate. Nothing could keep him away otherwise.

Naruto smiled. The past week had been absolutely incredible, in his mind. Three years of separation, of not knowing what had happened, and then a surprise reunion. He’d say it was just like some fluffy romance story in those girl’s comics. It was kinda silly, he thought, but still enough to make him feel giddy and childish, and incredibly turned on. It’s a good thing he lived alone-- no one to walk in on him.

Somehow, between the occasional sidelong glances, the accidental brushes of skin, the innuendo and provocations, they managed to catch up a bit. And after three years, there was quite a bit of catching up to do. But Naruto figured that there was time. And probably better places…

His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door. There appeared the walking wet dream himself. Naruto’s mouth split into a wide grin. “Beat you this time!”

Gaara seemed to disagree, grinning smugly at the self proclaimed “winner”.

“Oh?”

“Yeah! I totally made it here first. Therefore I beat you, slowpoke.”

“So what? You want a cookie?”

“Save it for another day.” Naruto jumped up. “But it has been a while since I’ve had one of these.”

He ran over to Gaara and quickly pecked him on the lips.

“I think the cookie would have lasted you longer.”

Naruto frowned and stared bashfully at the floor.

“As they say, simple minds, simple pleasures.”

Gaara grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him over to the door. Before Naruto could protest, he was pushed against the wall, elbows scraping against the rough texture and Gaara’s hands trapping him in place. He swallowed whatever insult was on the tip of his tongue at the hungry look in Gaara’s sultry green eyes. Instead he licked his lips despite feeling like he was the one about to be eaten. Then there was no room for words between his lips and the feel of Gaara’s, locked against his. Naruto reached out and grabbed a fistful of red curls. He felt a tongue plead entrance at his upper lip and Naruto answered. Ever hasty, Naruto shoved his tongue into the other boy’s mouth before Gaara could register what hit him. There had been little time, little opportunity and definitely not enough of this. Naruto’s arm wrapped around Gaara’s waist and quickly had their positions reversed. Gaara’s eyes seemed to widen a bit in surprise, but he refused to stop and yanked on Naruto’s tie instead.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered huskily. Naruto could hear the desire in his voice, could feel himself hardening at that whisper. Gaara wanted him just as badly as he did.

Naruto glanced at the door and noted that they were directly in its path. The door would hit them as soon as anyone opened it. Naruto grinned and dove in to catch Gaara’s bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged gently and bent down to meet his eyes.

“You started it.” His lips ghosted Gaara’s nose, his eye, and the concealed tattoo he knew was just below the surface. He pressed Gaara’s body against the wall, his own hand trapped between the wall and the other boy’s waist. Gaara moaned and fisted Naruto’s shirt. “I’ll stop if you do.”

Gaara gave him a dirty, dirty look. “Remind me never to try surprising you again in public places.”

Naruto barked out a sharp laugh before pecking Gaara on the lips once more. “I *am* the master! Try harder.”

Gaara tugged on Naruto’s belt, pulling his thigh against the taller boy’s waist and pressing himself flush against him.

“Is that hard enough for you?”

Whatever smart retort Naruto had prepared had fled, dissolved, swept away by a wave of lust. His hand slid down, gripping that thigh in place and clinging to every semblance of self control left in his overly hormonal body.

“Gaara.” He meant it as a warning, but it turned into a growl.

“Yes, master?”

Gaara’s arms wound round his body. He tried to pull himself up a bit to meet Naruto’s gaze but wiggling at such close proximity proved rather distracting for both parties. Naruto buried his nose in Gaara’s neck and groaned.

He vaguely noted a plopping noise and a drop of water pelting his back. Gaara wiggled just a little and the idea was lost.

“It’s starting to rain.”

Naruto wiggled back.

“So it is.”

Gaara nuzzled the side of his neck, and bucked against Naruto.

“We should find shelter.”

Naruto moaned and rubbed back.

“Yeah…” His hand slid up Gaara’s thigh and grabbed a handful of ass. “You,” he kissed his jaw, “lead,” his chin, “the way.”

Gaara freed Naruto’s waist and pulled his arms away. Naruto felt a twinge of disappointment before Gaara’s arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. The shorter boy hopped up, wrapping his legs around Naruto’s waist and kissed him madly.

Even Naruto could understand those directions. Slamming Gaara’s back against the wall he ignored the heavy drops of rain driving into them both.

“Neji?”

“Busy.”

“Your sister?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Nnnn.”



No one ate lunch on the roof that day. The rainy season was here.

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Thanks for reading and to those of you reviewing, thanks for the input :) I'm actually sorta stuck right now because I'm not sure how I should have them do on their exams. So I'll ask you, the readers, what you want to happen. Here are three questions I've been pondering:

1. Should Naruto win or lose the bet (determines whether he's the guy or girl)
2. Should Gaara win or lose the bet (he wears a dress if he loses)
3. What does Neji get out of the bet if he wins/loses

Any feedback is greatly welcome =D