Repercussions
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,002
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Repercussions
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: This fic contains shonen ai and yaoi. SasuNaru
Rating: M+
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. There is a direct correlation between the number of reviews I receive and the speed of my next update. Flames will be ignored.
“Dialogue”
---.---: break/ time lapse
I decided to write this when I realized (thanks hogo-chan) that chapter 9 of “Our Progeny” didn’t have much SasuNaru in it. Enjoy.
Repercussions
Summary: Prequel and companion fic to “Our Progeny”. Set during the month of training during the genin exam before part 3. Sasuke comes to a realization, and it changes things.
It was monotonous: training every day, working on speed and the Chidori over and over and over again. He hated to admit it, but he missed human company. Kakashi’s personality was too similar to his, and although he would never admit it, he was going crazy.
It was inevitable really. Kakashi left for extended periods of time in between training sessions, and Sasuke would be left alone on top of the cliff. This time, Kakashi had left at night and said he’d return in the morning. He’d even been kind enough to leave behind some… reading material.
It didn’t take long for things to take their natural course: contrary to popular belief, Sasuke was subject to the normal urges young men had to deal with. This led him to the current problem. He couldn’t get into it.
He was horny, but he just couldn’t finish. Sasuke was currently lying naked and half hard on top of his sleeping bag, leafing through Kakashi’s book looking for something to help.
He’d already been through it twice, but he seemed to linger on a few pages. They’d shocked him the first time he’s seen them, but for some reason he’d always find himself turning back.
The pictures had a dark haired teen and a blond in a position Sasuke had never even thought about before. They were having sex (obviously) but she was bent over on all fours, and… she wasn’t taking it in the normal way.
The longer he stared at it the harder he got, and when the image was finally ingrained into his mind, Sasuke put the book down, closed his eyes, and picked up his pace.
It was going well. He was finally building up a good sweat but he lost it. Not the image per se: that was still crystal clear in his mind, but it wasn’t doing anything for him anymore. Angrily, Sasuke decided that he was going to finish this no matter what he had to do. He sped up again, brought his left hand up from his groin and started to draw lazy circles up his torso. He gathered up some of his sweat and began to massage and brush against his nipples. He’d learned this technique from Kakashi’s perverted book earlier, and he needed all of the help he could get.
Sasuke’s concentration drifted from the image in his mind for a moment as he concentrated on the new sensations as his nipples hardened, and when he went back to his image, he was surprised to see that it had changed. The person was still blond, but now instead of the slender curves of the manga whore, he was looking down the lean muscled back of a blond male. He unconsciously sped up once again, and before he realized what was happening, he was coming. It was one of the most powerful orgasms of his thirteen years of life, and he wasn’t able to analyze much as his body spasmed in post ejaculation bliss. It was only afterwards that he realized what had taken him over the edge: he’d gotten a glimpse of the boys face. Sasuke had just jacked off while thinking about fucking Naruto.
---.---
He’d ignored it for a few days, but the next time Kakashi left for the night he’d given in and masturbated again. This time he envisioned them face to face, and there was no denying that he was enjoying the thought of mounting his best friend in the worst way he could think of. Afterwards, he rationalized that it had nothing to do with emotions. He didn’t love the Dobe or anything. He hadn’t even thought about the idiot getting off right? Fucking by itself wasn’t gay or anything. A hole was a hole. He wasn’t a homo.
---.---
The next few times, he switched his fantasies around. Sometimes he’d be fucking Naruto, sometimes Naruto would be giving him head (which was incredibly hot), and sometimes it would be just a hand job. After a week and a half, Sasuke was getting bored again. His mind would wander, and finally the thoughts he’d promised himself he wouldn’t have began to cross his mind.
Sasuke had always paid attention to the Dobe. At first he thought it was because of their rivalry, but now he wasn’t so sure. Regardless of the reason, Sasuke had a picture perfect image of Naruto’s body. He’d seen Naruto naked in the bath house and in the room they had shared in the wave mission, and he began to focus just on that. One thing led to another, and soon he began to wonder what it would feel like to give (Naruto) head, or even act as the uke in a relationship (with Naruto). His fantasies became longer and more drawn out until finally he had to confront his thoughts. Even if he never told another soul, he had to be truthful to himself.
He was gay. And to make matters worse, he was falling in love with his best friend/rival.
He supposed that the first obvious incident where he’d subconsciously acted on his love was during the fight against Haku. He’d died to save the Dobe.
Once he came to that conclusion, Sasuke realized that he would have to suppress it. Love would only get in the way of his goal, and precious people were a weakness an avenger couldn’t afford. He would have to be even colder to Naruto than before in order to hide his feelings.
He could still secretly love the blond Dobe, but the other boy could never know the truth. Perhaps after Itachi was dead and his clan was avenged Sasuke could reveal his feelings. Once he was dead, Sasuke would be able to pay attention to his own desires. For now, he’d have to be content with what he had: fleeting images and fantasies stolen during the few moments when he was alone. Moments when he’d be able to whisper into the night words that no one could ever hear.
“I love you Naruto.”
---.---
End
Warning: This fic contains shonen ai and yaoi. SasuNaru
Rating: M+
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. There is a direct correlation between the number of reviews I receive and the speed of my next update. Flames will be ignored.
“Dialogue”
---.---: break/ time lapse
I decided to write this when I realized (thanks hogo-chan) that chapter 9 of “Our Progeny” didn’t have much SasuNaru in it. Enjoy.
Repercussions
Summary: Prequel and companion fic to “Our Progeny”. Set during the month of training during the genin exam before part 3. Sasuke comes to a realization, and it changes things.
It was monotonous: training every day, working on speed and the Chidori over and over and over again. He hated to admit it, but he missed human company. Kakashi’s personality was too similar to his, and although he would never admit it, he was going crazy.
It was inevitable really. Kakashi left for extended periods of time in between training sessions, and Sasuke would be left alone on top of the cliff. This time, Kakashi had left at night and said he’d return in the morning. He’d even been kind enough to leave behind some… reading material.
It didn’t take long for things to take their natural course: contrary to popular belief, Sasuke was subject to the normal urges young men had to deal with. This led him to the current problem. He couldn’t get into it.
He was horny, but he just couldn’t finish. Sasuke was currently lying naked and half hard on top of his sleeping bag, leafing through Kakashi’s book looking for something to help.
He’d already been through it twice, but he seemed to linger on a few pages. They’d shocked him the first time he’s seen them, but for some reason he’d always find himself turning back.
The pictures had a dark haired teen and a blond in a position Sasuke had never even thought about before. They were having sex (obviously) but she was bent over on all fours, and… she wasn’t taking it in the normal way.
The longer he stared at it the harder he got, and when the image was finally ingrained into his mind, Sasuke put the book down, closed his eyes, and picked up his pace.
It was going well. He was finally building up a good sweat but he lost it. Not the image per se: that was still crystal clear in his mind, but it wasn’t doing anything for him anymore. Angrily, Sasuke decided that he was going to finish this no matter what he had to do. He sped up again, brought his left hand up from his groin and started to draw lazy circles up his torso. He gathered up some of his sweat and began to massage and brush against his nipples. He’d learned this technique from Kakashi’s perverted book earlier, and he needed all of the help he could get.
Sasuke’s concentration drifted from the image in his mind for a moment as he concentrated on the new sensations as his nipples hardened, and when he went back to his image, he was surprised to see that it had changed. The person was still blond, but now instead of the slender curves of the manga whore, he was looking down the lean muscled back of a blond male. He unconsciously sped up once again, and before he realized what was happening, he was coming. It was one of the most powerful orgasms of his thirteen years of life, and he wasn’t able to analyze much as his body spasmed in post ejaculation bliss. It was only afterwards that he realized what had taken him over the edge: he’d gotten a glimpse of the boys face. Sasuke had just jacked off while thinking about fucking Naruto.
---.---
He’d ignored it for a few days, but the next time Kakashi left for the night he’d given in and masturbated again. This time he envisioned them face to face, and there was no denying that he was enjoying the thought of mounting his best friend in the worst way he could think of. Afterwards, he rationalized that it had nothing to do with emotions. He didn’t love the Dobe or anything. He hadn’t even thought about the idiot getting off right? Fucking by itself wasn’t gay or anything. A hole was a hole. He wasn’t a homo.
---.---
The next few times, he switched his fantasies around. Sometimes he’d be fucking Naruto, sometimes Naruto would be giving him head (which was incredibly hot), and sometimes it would be just a hand job. After a week and a half, Sasuke was getting bored again. His mind would wander, and finally the thoughts he’d promised himself he wouldn’t have began to cross his mind.
Sasuke had always paid attention to the Dobe. At first he thought it was because of their rivalry, but now he wasn’t so sure. Regardless of the reason, Sasuke had a picture perfect image of Naruto’s body. He’d seen Naruto naked in the bath house and in the room they had shared in the wave mission, and he began to focus just on that. One thing led to another, and soon he began to wonder what it would feel like to give (Naruto) head, or even act as the uke in a relationship (with Naruto). His fantasies became longer and more drawn out until finally he had to confront his thoughts. Even if he never told another soul, he had to be truthful to himself.
He was gay. And to make matters worse, he was falling in love with his best friend/rival.
He supposed that the first obvious incident where he’d subconsciously acted on his love was during the fight against Haku. He’d died to save the Dobe.
Once he came to that conclusion, Sasuke realized that he would have to suppress it. Love would only get in the way of his goal, and precious people were a weakness an avenger couldn’t afford. He would have to be even colder to Naruto than before in order to hide his feelings.
He could still secretly love the blond Dobe, but the other boy could never know the truth. Perhaps after Itachi was dead and his clan was avenged Sasuke could reveal his feelings. Once he was dead, Sasuke would be able to pay attention to his own desires. For now, he’d have to be content with what he had: fleeting images and fantasies stolen during the few moments when he was alone. Moments when he’d be able to whisper into the night words that no one could ever hear.
“I love you Naruto.”
---.---
End