Unrequited

Author's Note: Don't forget to feed the writers -- feedback is always appreciated. Also, this will be part one of at least two. Future episodes likely to be less fluff, more violence.

Disclaimer: Naruto & friends don't belong to me... but that's okay, because I don't make any money off this. I do this for fun and for free, can you believe it? OMFG!

Author's Additional Note, 22 June 2005 -- Many thanks to the reviewer who pointed out a few editing bloopers: to be specific, an incorrect honorific (or two). These items have been corrected. Arigato!

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Uchiha Sasuke lay awake in bed, listening to the steady dripping of the water clock on his desk. The silence of the house was maddening. The silence hadn't always annoyed him, but lately he'd become accustomed to a constant voice and an ever-present, friendly face. Uzumaki Naruto had really gotten under his skin at first, with his incessant bragging and troublemaking. When Sasuke had been assigned to Naruto's group, he was less than pleased. It hadn't taken long, however, for him to realize the potential that Naruto truly had.

An orphan like Naruto, Sasuke understood all too well the push to live up to the expectations of others. But where Naruto was considered a failure and an unnecessary risk by the rest of the village, Sasuke was supposed to be the wunderkind, the prodigy, at the complete opposite end of the spectrum. How had the pressure affected Naruto? he wondered.

Sasuke rolled over onto his side and looked out the window. Full moons disturbed him -- they always reminded him of Itachi, and of the painful night he had essentially lost his brother. He thought of Naruto again, and his hand wandered to his throat. He traced delicate lines down his neck, remembering how it had felt when Naruto had bound him in the upper room of that house. It had only been a prank, he knew, but feeling those ropes wrapped so quickly and so tightly around his arms and legs had stirred something in him, something he hadn't dared to think about since. His mind had called the image up, unbidden, one day in Iruka-sensei's class. The blush that had spread across his cheeks was so deep and so noticeable that Haruno Sakura had called attention to it.

"Saaaaaasuke-kun," she had chirped. "What are you thinking about?"

From the back of the room, Yamanako Ino had whistled and called, "Why, me, of course!"

He had feigned an illness and left the class, avoiding the other students for the remainder of the day.

Sasuke sighed, and shifted his weight beneath the light summer sheet. A quizzical look passed over his face as he felt a wholly unfamiliar sensation. He slid his hand between his legs to feel the erection growing there, and shuddered a little as a jolt shot down his spine. "This..." he moaned. He squeezed his eyes together tightly, Naruto's boyish face swimming before him in the darkness. His fingers slid up and down the length of his cock, and he began rocking his hips, pushing himself into his cupped hand. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he began talking in meaningless phrases and incoherent sentences. "Naruto... your hands... I... oh, fuck..." He continued to stroke himself with his left hand, and he shifted his right hand between his buttocks. He slid a finger around his asshole, and discovered he liked the curious feeling. He slid his index finger into his ass, and bucked his hips wildly into his hand. "Oh, shit," he cried. "I... damn..." His breath was coming in quick bursts now, shallow and rapid.

He felt completely overwhelmed. His usually calm, disciplined mind was in utter chaos. Snippets of conversations with Naruto, moments they'd shared, flashed before his eyes. He remembered the first missions they'd gone on together, their private anguish over Haku's death -- that beautiful boy, so devoted to such a seemingly cold man. His mind finally alighted on that accidental kiss in the classroom... Naruto's lips... It was the last thought that crossed Sasuke's mind before he shivered in ecstasy, writhing against the futon, biting his lip as his orgasm rocked him to the core. He lay sweating, his breathing uneven, semen covering his delicate hands. He reached for his shirt, cleaning himself off, still half-dazed by this new experience. A few moments later, he was sound asleep, dreaming of the the Kyuubi child who had possessed his mind since the first day they'd met.