Class of 2007

Before we get onto the chapter, I'd like to respond to the reviews I have been given. Thank you for them! They mean a lot to me.
Crimson-Tenshi: Thank you! I'm trying to put the rest up today.
DemonThief: Howdy! I'm fine, and yourself? Well, thank you. I have always read stories with Naruto as the teacher, though. I've never read one where Sasuke was the teacher.
Gravity-of-love: Thank you!
TearTrax: Okay. Yeah, we didn't sing "Gay Boyfriend" at my graduation either We would've gotten suspended or something. Glad you're entertained!
jinx_chan: Thank you!
kaa-san: Heh. Thanks. Glad to see I achieved the right mood. He used a condom but I'm leaving its intactness to the willing suspension of disbelief (meaning the reader gets to decide). Can you give me the link to a story where Sasuke is the teacher? I have never read one.
SharinganEyes: Yeah, I noticed that too. Thanks! My family gave me the nickname.
Dragon: Thank you! I know! I will.
Now on with the story.

Chapter 7—Forbidden
Naruto’s car pulls up in the KHS parking lot. Sasuke opens the passenger door. Naruto stares as Sasuke gets in the car. He buckles his seat belt and shuts the door. The engine hums and the car smells of tea. Sasuke is dressed like a tramp, just as he said he would, only it’s after graduation at three in the morning. He doesn’t usually cross-dress and he hasn’t completely—he’s wearing boxer shorts over the fishnet and under the skirt. “You look hot.” Naruto’s voice is thick with lust and Sasuke wonders if he will be able to drive. “Where do you want to go?”
“To the park.” Sasuke is stoic as usual, his posture stiff, rigid and perfect as usual. Both Sasuke and Naruto are wide awake, ever vigilant towards all that threatens them, most of which is their own demons. Drivers-by glance briefly and see a dark-haired woman with her boyfriend, the man a sixteen-year-old and the woman a childlike prostitute whose age they can only guess. No one questions them—the age of consent in Japan is fourteen. Naruto and Sasuke do not care about the other drivers. They focus on each other.

Naruto wears a hooded school sweatshirt with the hood up. The hood hides his nervous bright eyes. Sasuke wonders why he bought it. To support the school, yes. At a fundraiser, probably. His jeans are well-worn. Not torn or stained but comfortable. The black Converse shoes nudge the gas pedal and nuzzle the brake pedal. Naruto’s hands twiddle the steering wheel. Sasuke notices his left ring finger and wonders why there is no ring there. Could Melissa and Naruto have broken up? He hardly dares hope.

His reflection in the mirror attached to the car door and he engage in a brief staring contest. Sasuke wears no makeup but has yanked his hair evenly into pigtails. They are tied with navy-blue ribbons, done into perfect bows. The pigtails trail down to his elbows, standing out starkly against the ivory-white, soft cotton blouse. The blouse ends perfectly above the elastic waistband of Sasuke’s polyester-rayon-silk tiny, see-through black skirt. It hugs Sasuke’s waist and hips, barely falling down to his knees. Underneath this tiny, clingy skirt is boxer shorts. Blue cotton with an elastic waistband. On the back is the cartoon of a wolf’s snarling face. On the front, on each short-leg are the words “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” written in deep red characters inside a gray paw-print. Across the waistband of the cotton boxers in the same red characters is written, “Change daily.” Antler horns in yellow also decorate the waistband of the navy-blue boxers. Fishnet snakes out from underneath the boxers, slithering down between Sasuke’s toes. The black stockings feel deliciously sexy on him, and his thighs definitely feel tingly because of all the different materials on them.

Sasuke wriggles his toes slightly. Iruka would kill something if he saw Sasuke’s shoes. Kakashi would probably shake his head and frown behind his mask. Sasuke has quite a collection now but he had no trouble determining what shoes he wanted to wear tonight. Six-inch stiletto platform heels adorn his feet, rhinestone-studded silvery-black. They are also known as hooker heels. In them, Sasuke will tower a full three inches over Naruto. The look he’s trying to achieve is that of a slutty schoolgirl, and he thinks he’s done well. Naruto is clearly very pleased with Sasuke’s taste in sluttish clothing.

They arrive at the park. The moon is a glowing crescent, pouring light onto the ground below. The asphalt is neatly paved and Sasuke’s heels click on it. Naruto holds Sasuke’s hand as they walk—a white sixteen-year-old with his ageless prostitute girlfriend. Everything is bathed in the dark of the night, made visible only by the crescent moon’s glow. Naruto looks pale under the moonlight. Sasuke knows he himself must look like an ethereal being, considering he is pale in the daytime. He remembers a brief conversation with Kakashi a fortnight ago. “Do you remember the teacher I always used to talk about two years ago, the one Iruka asked me if I was having an affair with?”
“Yes.” Kakashi’s face had clouded with suspicion.
“Well, we weren’t. I just had a crush on him.” Sasuke had never lied to Kakashi. He doesn’t know why he did then. The two sat in silence, watching the television program. Kakashi spoke up. “Was he the one with the brown hair?”
Sasuke was almost surprised. “I don’t remember his hair being brown. It was blond.”
“Dirty blond?” Father and son looked at each other and shrugged.
“He spoke like he was from America, the South?”
“The East Coast,” Sasuke corrected him, attention completely shifted. “What else do you remember? Where did you meet him?”
“At a parent-teacher event.” Kakashi paused, visible eye looking up and to the left as he tried to remember. “I remember him as young, smart, very white and very cute.” Sasuke wanted to say, Dad! And express surprise but he didn’t. He walked out of the room after nodding. Once he got to his bedroom he laughed uproariously.

Yes, Naruto is very white and pale, calm and serious in the moonlight. Sasuke does not make conversation. Naruto’s hand is large and warm in Sasuke’s smaller, ice-cold-as-usual hand. They sit on one of the many benches in the park that is surrounded by trees. Naruto hugs Sasuke to him. “I missed you so much,” he whispers. Sasuke is tempted to believe him and pulls Naruto’s sweatshirt hood back to avoid answering him. His hands settle on Naruto’s shoulders, his face a Noh mask as usual.

“I thought about you when I was on the plane. I thought about coming back.” Sasuke remains silent, cynical, but some part of him wants to believe his former English teacher. “So many things I saw reminded me of you. I remember everything, Sasuke.” This is a ploy to get laid, Sasuke thinks to himself. He has the power to destroy this by saying one word. Sensei. Or ‘no.’ Choose as one will. Sasuke runs a hand down Naruto’s jaw-line, from his ear to his chin. Everything had been and still was a fucking soap opera. “When I was with Melissa, I pretended it was you.” Sasuke’s eyes widen. “Wow,” is all he can say. His thoughts say differently. Did you pull her hair too? Did you bite her? You’re eight years older than me, maybe nine. Why, what, how? Did you cry out my name as you came and did she yell at you? Sasuke’s mind swims with these questions but his mouth remains shut.

Naruto kisses him, first gently on the mouth, then the neck, then the collarbone. He uses the same tactic he did two years ago to get Sasuke to lay down. The park bench is glossy, finished, almost slippery wood. It is cold. Sasuke’s hands seem to move of their own accord as he takes off Naruto’s sweatshirt. Naruto removes Sasuke’s blouse, murmuring things that shall not be repeated. Sasuke feels Naruto’s chest beneath his and realizes how much he wants Naruto still. He is too lust-filled to be ashamed.

Naruto’s tongue explores Sasuke’s navel, enabling Sasuke to make a noise he didn’t think his vocal chords would ordinarily support. He can feel Naruto smile against his abdomen. The crescent moon hangs proudly in the sky. Stars twinkle with their knowledge of this forbidden affair picking up where it left off two years ago. Sasuke wraps one leg around Naruto and removes his shoe from that foot. He repeats the process with the other and places the shoes on top of the neatly folded blouse and sweatshirt. Naruto quietly thanks him and gropes Sasuke’s legs with one hand, especially his calves, while removing Sasuke’s skirt with the other. Sasuke removes Naruto’s clothing in an almost clinical manner and places it on top of the other clothing. Naruto’s fingernails scratch Sasuke’s thighs as the fishnet stockings are stroked and then removed.

Sasuke and Naruto are going to fuck each other unconscious in a public park. No, wrong labels. Sasuke is going to have sex with his former English teacher, his English teacher nonetheless, in a public place. “Aah!” he cries out, one hand gripping Naruto’s hair and the other flying up to cover his mouth. Naruto is ushering Sasuke into his sexuality just as he had two years ago. Sasuke is genuinely surprised that he likes being bitten during blowjobs. The high-school graduate has learned something about himself. Naruto continues even as he reaches up to pull Sasuke’s hand away from his mouth. “I like it when you’re noisy,” he pauses to say. Sasuke snatches his hand out of Naruto’s grasp. He intends to snarl at Naruto but instead moans. Wow. He missed this.

Through his pleasure-induced haze, he suddenly remembers what he wanted Naruto here for. Sasuke shoves Naruto away and hastily dresses himself. Naruto grumpily follows suit without knowing why. The positions of power have switched.
“Why did you leave me?” Sasuke demands again. Naruto appears trapped, caught in his actions. He speaks slowly, every word saturated with guilt. “Sasuke…I would have been fired even if we had stayed together. Especially if we had stayed together.”
“You egotistical bastard!” Sasuke hisses. “You were on the down low with me!” Naruto’s facial expression is one of agony. “No, Sasuke. I wasn’t, I—let me explain.”
“So explain,” Sasuke snarls. Naruto draws a shaky breath and Sasuke rolls his eyes. “I met Melissa at a party. She was drunk and needed a ride home. Her boyfriend had just left her. Only when we were already driving did she tell me she had no place to live. I needed someone to help pay the rent, and she had a job. So we started living together. She was everything I wanted but she was a woman. We were both lonely. It was a one-bedroom apartment. We started sleeping together. It evolved into a relationship. Then I found you, Sasuke. You were perfect.” Sasuke remains silent, wishing this man would stop lying or at least tell him about the other boys. “I talked to Melissa about you all the time. At first, she was delighted. Her feelings turned to envy once she became suspicious.”
Naruto inhales and exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Once her suspicions were confirmed, she and I argued. She stopped sleeping with me shortly before yours and my relationship became more than teacher and student. By the time rumors at school were jeopardizing my position, Melissa barely spoke to me at all. She was rarely at the apartment. She knew we were having sex and never said anything about it until—” Naruto’s voice shakes. “She said she could help me keep my job, said she’d keep it out of the media. She’d do it on the condition that either I left you or she and I move to my home state so I could never see you again.” Blue eyes hold the gaze of black eyes. “So I left Konoha. I left my job with the ability to come back. I left you.” Naruto reaches out to touch Sasuke’s face. Sasuke jerks away.

“Don’t touch me.”
“The move wasn’t enough for Melissa. She got pregnant and said it was my child just to lure me into a lasting relationship!”
Nothing but a soap opera.
“I’m so sorry, Sasuke. I should have exercised better judgment.”
“Yes, Sensei, you should have,” Sasuke snaps, standing abruptly. “Take me back to my house.”
“So that’s it? You’re just going to let me go?”
Sasuke, in the shoes, is three inches taller than Naruto. He nods curtly.
“I came back for you!” Naruto explodes. “My girlfriend left me because I love you so much, Sasuke.” Sasuke regards him coldly and anger makes his voice loud as well. “She left you because you are a lying, manipulative, egotistical bastard!” Sasuke hollers. “And you never loved me!” he screams. “Have the decency to at least drive me home, then get out of my life!”