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Break the rules
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: June 27th 2008, Friday
second time: January 16th 2009, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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68: Break the rules
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Epilogue 2.1: Sasuke and Naruto
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“I’m gonna frame it,” Naruto said.
“No, you’re not,” Sasuke shook his head in ‘no way’.
“Sure I will! I’m gonna hang it over my bed and fall asleep looking at it.”
Sasuke narrowed his eyes.
“You’re happy,” Naruto said and sniffed as if that explained everything. Sasuke supposed that in a way it did, but he still refused. Naruto was not framing a stupid photo of Sasuke laughing and hanging it over his bed.
“I wasn’t happy, I was drunk.”
“No, you weren’t,” Naruto said and sounded smug, like he’d been waiting for it. “Shikamaru said you’d say that to try and ruin it so he told me that you weren’t. You were happy.”
“He’s such a bastard,” Sasuke snarled.
“No, he’s not,” Naruto sniffed again.
When they came home the previous day Iruka had been unyielding. Officially they had come down with a no doubt embarrassing illness during the weekend and been forced to stay home on Monday, but that didn’t mean they got to pretend it was a second Sunday. ‘Anymore than you have!’ Iruka had said. Monday was a school day and during school hours on school days you did schoolwork, with Iruka it didn’t matter that you weren’t actually in school. And after school hours you did homework, you did not run off to the neighbor’s house unless you were absolutely sure you had time. Iruka apparently hadn’t been absolutely sure that Naruto had time.
Sasuke suspected he had gotten off light, though he hadn’t mentioned that to Naruto when they met by the bus stop on Tuesday morning and the blond started whining and moaning about his fingers hurting because he had written so much. Kakashi had been more interested in locking up Sasuke’s CDs than making sure Sasuke did school work and fortunately he had been reasonable enough to let Sasuke help him. They had together moved the whole collection to a room Kakashi had saved for storage. ‘Why aren’t you trying to talk your way out of it?’ Kakashi had asked when half the CDs had been moved. ‘What’s the point?’ Sasuke had muttered while thanking Gaara and Shikamaru’s new friend for saving him from certain insanity. He hoped that if he showed as little concern as possible over his collection’s month long confinement, Kakashi wouldn’t use it as punishment again.
Once the CDs were moved and Sasuke had done some homework, he had gone a little out of character and taken an early evening stroll past Naruto’s house. They were banned from each other’s rooms, not each other’s houses, Sasuke had reasoned. He had (rightly) suspected that Iruka was extra unreasonable because it was the first day of them being grounded and that that was why Naruto hadn’t been over himself. Sasuke dared to hope however, that the man would at least let them say good night if Sasuke went over. He also felt that he still owed the blond for running away; it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more... well, forward with their relationship than he usually was. Hadn’t he said that he wanted to do things? Out of character or not, Sasuke knew that he was lucky to have Naruto by his side.
He had been half right. Iruka had let them say good night, but he had stood in the hall behind Naruto, waiting while they did. Not a very satisfying good night, but Sasuke supposed that was the whole point of being grounded. Naruto had thrown a minor fit (cowed by the prospect of more restrictions no doubt) when Iruka wouldn’t even go into the kitchen or look away when they kissed. ‘If you can’t do it in front of me, don’t do it at all,’ the man had sniffed, arms crossed over his chest. Naruto had taken it as a challenge but Sasuke had drawn the line when the blond couldn’t and allowed only a quick press of lips and insistent tongue trying to poke its way into his mouth. Naruto had looked horribly frustrated when Sasuke said ‘good night’ and with his eyes tried to convey ‘we’ll make up for it tomorrow’.
Sasuke had fully assumed that Naruto had understood and agreed to what his eyes had said. He had fully assumed that on first break after first class on Tuesday, when Naruto practically dragged him away to their remote corridor (where they had found the girl’s bathroom to hide in two weeks ago), grinning like it was Christmas already all the way, he was going to be kissed and touched in ways entirely inappropriate for school grounds and the rules of their grounding would be broken in every way (or... maybe not every way, but... half the way). Naruto hated when he was interrupted when trying to answer a challenge; of course he would do something crazy to make up for it. Sasuke had been waiting for Naruto’s recklessness since he wriggled out of his arms on the porch the evening before. He had every right to be frustrated when the blond just kissed him quickly before pulling away.
‘What?’ Sasuke had hissed and frowned and glared.
‘I have to show you,’ Naruto had said, not paying any attention to Sasuke’s frustration. ‘I said I would and I couldn’t last night and I know you probably won’t like it but I do and I just have to!’
He had pulled a photograph from one of his pockets and Sasuke had remembered the envelope Naruto had gotten from Shikamaru. He didn’t need to actually see his own stupidly smiling face to know that it was there and groan and curse his supposedly good friend.
Sasuke had almost beaten Shikamaru up for real when he found out about the collection of secret smiling pictures, because what the hell? Hiding cameras and taking pictures of people without them knowing about it? It had to be illegal; and even if it wasn’t, it was immoral. ‘Your fan girls do it all the time,’ the asshole Shikamaru had said, but Sasuke had punched him again. ‘They’re crazy! You’re supposed to be my friend!’ It didn’t help that everyone around Sasuke that found out about the pictures loved them. Kakashi and Tsunade, while agreeing with Sasuke that it had been kind of low, in the end they had both smiled, patted Shikamaru on the back and thanked him. Shikamaru’s mother had come across one of the pictures and kept it one of the family and friends photo albums. It frustrated Sasuke to no end, but at least she had taken it off the living room wall.
Sasuke absolutely hated seeing himself smile and laugh. He knew he did, now and then; both drunk and sober, but there was a huge difference between doing and seeing. And he didn’t want his smiles or his laughter to be flaunted and displayed and aww-ed at, even if no one did it in front of him, because it made it so much more obvious how often Sasuke didn’t smile or laugh. It was like focusing on his moments of happiness put more focus on his misery.
One part of Sasuke was grateful that Naruto had been given that photo, just like one part of him had been grateful when Shikamaru had given a smiling photo to Kakashi and one to Tsunade. It was fitting, it was... Sasuke felt like they deserved it. They were people who had brought more smiles and more happiness to his life, it was like a ‘this is what you did for me.’ Only it was too obviously sentimental and corny, so despite what that part of him felt Sasuke didn’t express the gratitude. He couldn’t accept something that went so completely against his character and image. Uchiha Sasuke did not do obviously sentimental and corny (except on very special occasions). In a way he could understand why that one part of him was grateful for stupid, secret, taken-completely-against-his-will smiling pictures that could say what he didn’t.
“You can frame it if you don’t keep it on your wall,” Sasuke compromised eventually. They both stood with their arms crossed over their chests, opposite each other and leaning against corridor walls. Naruto was pouting, keeping the photograph pressed to his heart with his arm.
“Then I won’t see it,” the blond grumbled.
“Take it out when I’m not there,” Sasuke said, though he shouldn’t have to. ‘Come on, do some thinking on your own, boyfriend.’
“But Iruka has tons of pictures of me on the walls.”
“I don’t care,” Sasuke hissed. “I don’t want to see it.”
“You’re so frustrating,” Naruto muttered.
Hearing the word ‘frustrating’ brought Sasuke back to the state of mind he’d carried before Naruto pulled out the smiling photo. His hands were itching, his skin was itching and his mouth was too. He could feel traces of discomfort, memories of Naruto, when he walked, stood, sat and when he was practically dragged toward remote corridors, but it teased more than hurt him. It wasn’t that that he wanted, not necessarily, he just wanted something. He wanted to wear no pants and have hands on him, mouth on him; he wanted friction and the weight of Naruto. Twenty nine days left. He was not an addict, but that didn’t mean he had to be a eunuch did it?
“So are you,” Sasuke mumbled.
“What?” Naruto made a face and was clueless. “What did I do now? Besides showing you what you asked to see, because you did ask yesterday, and not wanting to hide away the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sasuke snorted, narrowed his eyes and raised a brow.
“You’re not serious.”
“Sure, I am,” Naruto assured and his eyes narrowed right back, daring Sasuke to disagree with him.
Sasuke threw a quick, only half conscious glance in the direction they had come from to see if anyone was there to see and decided that no one was. He uncrossed his arms and with a growl, within a heartbeat, he moved to where Naruto was. He pressed himself to Naruto’s body, lips against lips and cradled his face in his hands. Naruto seemed surprised by the sudden approach, but got over it quickly. His lips pressed back, he moaned and opened his mouth to let Sasuke’s tongue in and push his own out to meet it. His arms uncrossed too and one hand grabbed Sasuke’s neck, his tongue pushing even deeper, as the other stuffed the photo back into the pocket. When both Naruto’s hands were unoccupied the kiss grew even more intense.
Sasuke smirked when he pulled back and let their lips slip apart, his hold on Naruto’s face preventing the blond from moving closer again.
“You’re not serious,” he breathed on Naruto’s wet mouth.
“I’m not serious,” Naruto agreed and swallowed.
‘Good,’ Sasuke thought; with all the things the blond must have seen of him through everything they had done, that stupid smile being the most amazing was an insult.
“Sorry,” Naruto panted. “I’m an idiot.”
“You are,” Sasuke murmured. But the itch was still there. He pushed a leg between Naruto’s and watched the blond close his eyes and moan. Sasuke shifted his own hips closer for friction for himself and the pleasure ran on his skin. Much better. Sasuke’s being sighed with relief as the itch was scratched.
Then suddenly Naruto stiffened neck to toes and his eyes flew open. Sasuke had half a second to frown and wonder before the blond yelped and pushed him away.
“No! We’re breaking the rules!”
Sasuke could have hit him.
“Come on,” he growled, equally offended from having been pushed away and frustrated from having been separated from his source of relief.
“No!” Naruto held out his arms to shield himself as Sasuke tried to approach again. “Stay back, I don’t trust myself.”
“If we’re going to break the rules, why not really break them?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes and tried reason.
“No, no, no. We’re not going to break the rules. It was just a second and I caught us in time. It’s okay, I’m sure it’s okay. It was just a second.”
The blond was moving away from the wall, backing away from Sasuke in the direction of more people and the end of privacy. Inside Sasuke a war between many was being fought. There were the big two, the ‘okay, I’m not really that needy’ nation and the ‘give me my damned relief!’ empire; then there were a whole bunch of smaller countries, ‘it would be worse if we got grounded for a year or three’, ‘how would Iruka know?’, ‘because he knows everything!’, ‘but we’re in school!’ and ‘just lock yourself in the bathroom and jerk off alone’; to mention a few. Sasuke hated being grounded.
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: June 27th 2008, Friday
second time: January 16th 2009, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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68: Break the rules
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Epilogue 2.1: Sasuke and Naruto
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“I’m gonna frame it,” Naruto said.
“No, you’re not,” Sasuke shook his head in ‘no way’.
“Sure I will! I’m gonna hang it over my bed and fall asleep looking at it.”
Sasuke narrowed his eyes.
“You’re happy,” Naruto said and sniffed as if that explained everything. Sasuke supposed that in a way it did, but he still refused. Naruto was not framing a stupid photo of Sasuke laughing and hanging it over his bed.
“I wasn’t happy, I was drunk.”
“No, you weren’t,” Naruto said and sounded smug, like he’d been waiting for it. “Shikamaru said you’d say that to try and ruin it so he told me that you weren’t. You were happy.”
“He’s such a bastard,” Sasuke snarled.
“No, he’s not,” Naruto sniffed again.
When they came home the previous day Iruka had been unyielding. Officially they had come down with a no doubt embarrassing illness during the weekend and been forced to stay home on Monday, but that didn’t mean they got to pretend it was a second Sunday. ‘Anymore than you have!’ Iruka had said. Monday was a school day and during school hours on school days you did schoolwork, with Iruka it didn’t matter that you weren’t actually in school. And after school hours you did homework, you did not run off to the neighbor’s house unless you were absolutely sure you had time. Iruka apparently hadn’t been absolutely sure that Naruto had time.
Sasuke suspected he had gotten off light, though he hadn’t mentioned that to Naruto when they met by the bus stop on Tuesday morning and the blond started whining and moaning about his fingers hurting because he had written so much. Kakashi had been more interested in locking up Sasuke’s CDs than making sure Sasuke did school work and fortunately he had been reasonable enough to let Sasuke help him. They had together moved the whole collection to a room Kakashi had saved for storage. ‘Why aren’t you trying to talk your way out of it?’ Kakashi had asked when half the CDs had been moved. ‘What’s the point?’ Sasuke had muttered while thanking Gaara and Shikamaru’s new friend for saving him from certain insanity. He hoped that if he showed as little concern as possible over his collection’s month long confinement, Kakashi wouldn’t use it as punishment again.
Once the CDs were moved and Sasuke had done some homework, he had gone a little out of character and taken an early evening stroll past Naruto’s house. They were banned from each other’s rooms, not each other’s houses, Sasuke had reasoned. He had (rightly) suspected that Iruka was extra unreasonable because it was the first day of them being grounded and that that was why Naruto hadn’t been over himself. Sasuke dared to hope however, that the man would at least let them say good night if Sasuke went over. He also felt that he still owed the blond for running away; it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more... well, forward with their relationship than he usually was. Hadn’t he said that he wanted to do things? Out of character or not, Sasuke knew that he was lucky to have Naruto by his side.
He had been half right. Iruka had let them say good night, but he had stood in the hall behind Naruto, waiting while they did. Not a very satisfying good night, but Sasuke supposed that was the whole point of being grounded. Naruto had thrown a minor fit (cowed by the prospect of more restrictions no doubt) when Iruka wouldn’t even go into the kitchen or look away when they kissed. ‘If you can’t do it in front of me, don’t do it at all,’ the man had sniffed, arms crossed over his chest. Naruto had taken it as a challenge but Sasuke had drawn the line when the blond couldn’t and allowed only a quick press of lips and insistent tongue trying to poke its way into his mouth. Naruto had looked horribly frustrated when Sasuke said ‘good night’ and with his eyes tried to convey ‘we’ll make up for it tomorrow’.
Sasuke had fully assumed that Naruto had understood and agreed to what his eyes had said. He had fully assumed that on first break after first class on Tuesday, when Naruto practically dragged him away to their remote corridor (where they had found the girl’s bathroom to hide in two weeks ago), grinning like it was Christmas already all the way, he was going to be kissed and touched in ways entirely inappropriate for school grounds and the rules of their grounding would be broken in every way (or... maybe not every way, but... half the way). Naruto hated when he was interrupted when trying to answer a challenge; of course he would do something crazy to make up for it. Sasuke had been waiting for Naruto’s recklessness since he wriggled out of his arms on the porch the evening before. He had every right to be frustrated when the blond just kissed him quickly before pulling away.
‘What?’ Sasuke had hissed and frowned and glared.
‘I have to show you,’ Naruto had said, not paying any attention to Sasuke’s frustration. ‘I said I would and I couldn’t last night and I know you probably won’t like it but I do and I just have to!’
He had pulled a photograph from one of his pockets and Sasuke had remembered the envelope Naruto had gotten from Shikamaru. He didn’t need to actually see his own stupidly smiling face to know that it was there and groan and curse his supposedly good friend.
Sasuke had almost beaten Shikamaru up for real when he found out about the collection of secret smiling pictures, because what the hell? Hiding cameras and taking pictures of people without them knowing about it? It had to be illegal; and even if it wasn’t, it was immoral. ‘Your fan girls do it all the time,’ the asshole Shikamaru had said, but Sasuke had punched him again. ‘They’re crazy! You’re supposed to be my friend!’ It didn’t help that everyone around Sasuke that found out about the pictures loved them. Kakashi and Tsunade, while agreeing with Sasuke that it had been kind of low, in the end they had both smiled, patted Shikamaru on the back and thanked him. Shikamaru’s mother had come across one of the pictures and kept it one of the family and friends photo albums. It frustrated Sasuke to no end, but at least she had taken it off the living room wall.
Sasuke absolutely hated seeing himself smile and laugh. He knew he did, now and then; both drunk and sober, but there was a huge difference between doing and seeing. And he didn’t want his smiles or his laughter to be flaunted and displayed and aww-ed at, even if no one did it in front of him, because it made it so much more obvious how often Sasuke didn’t smile or laugh. It was like focusing on his moments of happiness put more focus on his misery.
One part of Sasuke was grateful that Naruto had been given that photo, just like one part of him had been grateful when Shikamaru had given a smiling photo to Kakashi and one to Tsunade. It was fitting, it was... Sasuke felt like they deserved it. They were people who had brought more smiles and more happiness to his life, it was like a ‘this is what you did for me.’ Only it was too obviously sentimental and corny, so despite what that part of him felt Sasuke didn’t express the gratitude. He couldn’t accept something that went so completely against his character and image. Uchiha Sasuke did not do obviously sentimental and corny (except on very special occasions). In a way he could understand why that one part of him was grateful for stupid, secret, taken-completely-against-his-will smiling pictures that could say what he didn’t.
“You can frame it if you don’t keep it on your wall,” Sasuke compromised eventually. They both stood with their arms crossed over their chests, opposite each other and leaning against corridor walls. Naruto was pouting, keeping the photograph pressed to his heart with his arm.
“Then I won’t see it,” the blond grumbled.
“Take it out when I’m not there,” Sasuke said, though he shouldn’t have to. ‘Come on, do some thinking on your own, boyfriend.’
“But Iruka has tons of pictures of me on the walls.”
“I don’t care,” Sasuke hissed. “I don’t want to see it.”
“You’re so frustrating,” Naruto muttered.
Hearing the word ‘frustrating’ brought Sasuke back to the state of mind he’d carried before Naruto pulled out the smiling photo. His hands were itching, his skin was itching and his mouth was too. He could feel traces of discomfort, memories of Naruto, when he walked, stood, sat and when he was practically dragged toward remote corridors, but it teased more than hurt him. It wasn’t that that he wanted, not necessarily, he just wanted something. He wanted to wear no pants and have hands on him, mouth on him; he wanted friction and the weight of Naruto. Twenty nine days left. He was not an addict, but that didn’t mean he had to be a eunuch did it?
“So are you,” Sasuke mumbled.
“What?” Naruto made a face and was clueless. “What did I do now? Besides showing you what you asked to see, because you did ask yesterday, and not wanting to hide away the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sasuke snorted, narrowed his eyes and raised a brow.
“You’re not serious.”
“Sure, I am,” Naruto assured and his eyes narrowed right back, daring Sasuke to disagree with him.
Sasuke threw a quick, only half conscious glance in the direction they had come from to see if anyone was there to see and decided that no one was. He uncrossed his arms and with a growl, within a heartbeat, he moved to where Naruto was. He pressed himself to Naruto’s body, lips against lips and cradled his face in his hands. Naruto seemed surprised by the sudden approach, but got over it quickly. His lips pressed back, he moaned and opened his mouth to let Sasuke’s tongue in and push his own out to meet it. His arms uncrossed too and one hand grabbed Sasuke’s neck, his tongue pushing even deeper, as the other stuffed the photo back into the pocket. When both Naruto’s hands were unoccupied the kiss grew even more intense.
Sasuke smirked when he pulled back and let their lips slip apart, his hold on Naruto’s face preventing the blond from moving closer again.
“You’re not serious,” he breathed on Naruto’s wet mouth.
“I’m not serious,” Naruto agreed and swallowed.
‘Good,’ Sasuke thought; with all the things the blond must have seen of him through everything they had done, that stupid smile being the most amazing was an insult.
“Sorry,” Naruto panted. “I’m an idiot.”
“You are,” Sasuke murmured. But the itch was still there. He pushed a leg between Naruto’s and watched the blond close his eyes and moan. Sasuke shifted his own hips closer for friction for himself and the pleasure ran on his skin. Much better. Sasuke’s being sighed with relief as the itch was scratched.
Then suddenly Naruto stiffened neck to toes and his eyes flew open. Sasuke had half a second to frown and wonder before the blond yelped and pushed him away.
“No! We’re breaking the rules!”
Sasuke could have hit him.
“Come on,” he growled, equally offended from having been pushed away and frustrated from having been separated from his source of relief.
“No!” Naruto held out his arms to shield himself as Sasuke tried to approach again. “Stay back, I don’t trust myself.”
“If we’re going to break the rules, why not really break them?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes and tried reason.
“No, no, no. We’re not going to break the rules. It was just a second and I caught us in time. It’s okay, I’m sure it’s okay. It was just a second.”
The blond was moving away from the wall, backing away from Sasuke in the direction of more people and the end of privacy. Inside Sasuke a war between many was being fought. There were the big two, the ‘okay, I’m not really that needy’ nation and the ‘give me my damned relief!’ empire; then there were a whole bunch of smaller countries, ‘it would be worse if we got grounded for a year or three’, ‘how would Iruka know?’, ‘because he knows everything!’, ‘but we’re in school!’ and ‘just lock yourself in the bathroom and jerk off alone’; to mention a few. Sasuke hated being grounded.
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