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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,016
Reviews:
8
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.
Problem...Solved
“Problem.....Solved”
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto. What I can claim to own is in the small room I occupy here at college, and it does not include two hitae-ate wearing, now-of-legal-age, deadly-way-out-of-proportion Konoha shinobi, or the rights to said shinobi and the world they live in. If it does, then they’re sneakier than I thought considering there are very few places to effectively hide in here.
My first attempted Naruto fanfic (to post). Gods help us all, since this idea’s a wacky one.
~~()~~
Moans, groans, and quiet, lust-filled whimpers echoed softly off the bedroom walls, the source of the sound coming from the messy, large bed situated squarely in the middle of the room. Cream colored walls covered with various posters failed to transmit the noise to the rooms beyond, and the bed did not shake as the two lovers tumbled around pleasuring each other. A soft whisper into a lover’s ear failed to even make it to the most experienced voyeur’s ears.
The next comment, however, succeeded and more than made up for that lack.
“WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN I CAN’T FUCK YOU?!”
“Shut the hell up, dobe, we’ve been over this a million times.”
“Doesn’t change the facts, bastard! Why the hell are you always the one with your dick up my ass?”
Movement stopped and two young men pulled apart enough to glare at each other, proudly standing erections forgotten as they gave in to their first instinct with each other; fight.
Panting lightly, Uchiha Sasuke kept his face as expressionless as he could, which was quite a feat considering his activities of a few moments previous. “You never object when I start preparing you,” he pointed out softly, ruthlessly, lips swollen and bruised from kissing.
“You make it kind of hard when you do,” mumbled the sun-touched blond across from him, lips firmly pouting in a way appropriate to a 12 year old.
“It’s hard already, moron,” Sasuke grumbled.
“Whatever, bastard!” Seeming to totally forget about his desire for the man across from him, he sat cross-legged and folded his arms across his chest. “It doesn’t explain why the hell you’re the one always getting top!”
“You can’t hate it that much, baka,” Sasuke grumbled, mirroring his lover’s position.
Shaking his head--hair flopping in his face; he made a mental note to get a cut later--the blond sighed. “I don’t hate it, but seriously, Sasuke-teme....don’t you think it’s time for a change in pace?”
Grunting as his neglected hard-on throbbed, the Uchiha raised an eyebrow. “You sure choose an odd time to bring this up.”
“There’s never really a good time,” the blond mumbled, looking slightly downcast. “Either you’re on a mission, or I’m on a mission, or we’re on a mission together guarding someone and can’t sneak off alone together, or-”--he seemed to regain some of his lost annoyance and vigor--”-or we’re together and you’re fucking my brains out! There’s never a right time!”
“And whose fault is that, dobe?” Sasuke was starting to sweat from the effort it was taking not to jack off, or leap at his gorgeous boyfriend and finish what they’d started.
Naruto rolled his eyes and looked elsewhere. “Dude, it’s the Authors. I thought you knew.”
Sasuke nodded in comprehension, also looking elsewhere. “Oh, right, them.”
Shaking his head and gazing once again at his boyfriend, Naruto nodded decisively. “Okay, it’s decided!”
Giving up and touching himself where he ached the most, Sasuke gasped as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. “What’s decided, moron?”
“I know how we’re going to fix this problem,” Naruto declared, smiling foxily and licking his lips at the sight of his boyfriend pleasuring himself. He reached for the oil they used and placed it between them. Groaning softly--it’d been too long since he’d paid attention to his arousal, and it was reprimanding him for it--he quickly reached down and tugged roughly at himself to ease the ache a little.
Sasuke was so lost in the feelings he was giving himself that he almost missed the sharp command from Naruto. “Activate the Sharingan.”
Gasping, Sasuke shook damp black hair out of equally dark eyes. “What?”
“Activate,” Naruto purred, reaching over to run a finger over Sasuke’s lips. “Your--” his other hand tweaked a nipple--”Sharingan.”
Forcing his hand away from his leaking erection, Sasuke leaned into Naruto’s touches for a moment before taking a few deep breaths and doing as his blond love had asked.
Upon seeing the tri-pupiled proof of the blood limit in his boyfriend’s eyes, Naruto nodded and did a set of seals so familiar to him that he hardly needed to think about them any more. “Kage Bunshin no Justu,” he murmured out of a sense of nostalgia. His erection throbbed cheerfully as his idea came that much closer to fruition.
An equally naked, equally aroused copy of the would-be Rokudaime appeared next to him on the bed, a hectic blush in its cheeks. It looked wildly around before it fox-grinned and rubbed hands together in sensual glee.
Sasuke, out of sheer shock, lost the manifestation of his Sharingan as the implication of what he’d just learned hit him. He wasn’t a genius for nothing, after all.
The actual Naruto just smiled, one hand reaching for the oil as the other touched the neglected erection. “Your turn, koishi,” he murmured.
Still speechless, the Uchiha performed the just-learned jutsu; with a soft puff of chakra smoke, the clone of himself appeared, aroused as anything and looking more desperate than the real Sasuke would ever allow himself to look.
Pulling Sasuke’s clone in front of himself, Naruto first poured some lube into his hand, then into Sasuke’s and his clone’s. Going about the business of satisfying themselves, he allowed himself a pleased smile.
“Problem...solved.”
~~()~~
The End
In case anyone is interested, this idea came about from my attempting to avoid writing an essay and the eternal question that is as follows; why is it that, in most of the stories I’ve read of a yaoi nature, is it that Sasuke keeps getting top?
What you’ve just read is my attempt to even up that gap.
This chapter has been gone through (yet again) for formatting problems. I appreciate reviews, so if you would be so kind...?
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto. What I can claim to own is in the small room I occupy here at college, and it does not include two hitae-ate wearing, now-of-legal-age, deadly-way-out-of-proportion Konoha shinobi, or the rights to said shinobi and the world they live in. If it does, then they’re sneakier than I thought considering there are very few places to effectively hide in here.
My first attempted Naruto fanfic (to post). Gods help us all, since this idea’s a wacky one.
~~()~~
Moans, groans, and quiet, lust-filled whimpers echoed softly off the bedroom walls, the source of the sound coming from the messy, large bed situated squarely in the middle of the room. Cream colored walls covered with various posters failed to transmit the noise to the rooms beyond, and the bed did not shake as the two lovers tumbled around pleasuring each other. A soft whisper into a lover’s ear failed to even make it to the most experienced voyeur’s ears.
The next comment, however, succeeded and more than made up for that lack.
“WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN I CAN’T FUCK YOU?!”
“Shut the hell up, dobe, we’ve been over this a million times.”
“Doesn’t change the facts, bastard! Why the hell are you always the one with your dick up my ass?”
Movement stopped and two young men pulled apart enough to glare at each other, proudly standing erections forgotten as they gave in to their first instinct with each other; fight.
Panting lightly, Uchiha Sasuke kept his face as expressionless as he could, which was quite a feat considering his activities of a few moments previous. “You never object when I start preparing you,” he pointed out softly, ruthlessly, lips swollen and bruised from kissing.
“You make it kind of hard when you do,” mumbled the sun-touched blond across from him, lips firmly pouting in a way appropriate to a 12 year old.
“It’s hard already, moron,” Sasuke grumbled.
“Whatever, bastard!” Seeming to totally forget about his desire for the man across from him, he sat cross-legged and folded his arms across his chest. “It doesn’t explain why the hell you’re the one always getting top!”
“You can’t hate it that much, baka,” Sasuke grumbled, mirroring his lover’s position.
Shaking his head--hair flopping in his face; he made a mental note to get a cut later--the blond sighed. “I don’t hate it, but seriously, Sasuke-teme....don’t you think it’s time for a change in pace?”
Grunting as his neglected hard-on throbbed, the Uchiha raised an eyebrow. “You sure choose an odd time to bring this up.”
“There’s never really a good time,” the blond mumbled, looking slightly downcast. “Either you’re on a mission, or I’m on a mission, or we’re on a mission together guarding someone and can’t sneak off alone together, or-”--he seemed to regain some of his lost annoyance and vigor--”-or we’re together and you’re fucking my brains out! There’s never a right time!”
“And whose fault is that, dobe?” Sasuke was starting to sweat from the effort it was taking not to jack off, or leap at his gorgeous boyfriend and finish what they’d started.
Naruto rolled his eyes and looked elsewhere. “Dude, it’s the Authors. I thought you knew.”
Sasuke nodded in comprehension, also looking elsewhere. “Oh, right, them.”
Shaking his head and gazing once again at his boyfriend, Naruto nodded decisively. “Okay, it’s decided!”
Giving up and touching himself where he ached the most, Sasuke gasped as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. “What’s decided, moron?”
“I know how we’re going to fix this problem,” Naruto declared, smiling foxily and licking his lips at the sight of his boyfriend pleasuring himself. He reached for the oil they used and placed it between them. Groaning softly--it’d been too long since he’d paid attention to his arousal, and it was reprimanding him for it--he quickly reached down and tugged roughly at himself to ease the ache a little.
Sasuke was so lost in the feelings he was giving himself that he almost missed the sharp command from Naruto. “Activate the Sharingan.”
Gasping, Sasuke shook damp black hair out of equally dark eyes. “What?”
“Activate,” Naruto purred, reaching over to run a finger over Sasuke’s lips. “Your--” his other hand tweaked a nipple--”Sharingan.”
Forcing his hand away from his leaking erection, Sasuke leaned into Naruto’s touches for a moment before taking a few deep breaths and doing as his blond love had asked.
Upon seeing the tri-pupiled proof of the blood limit in his boyfriend’s eyes, Naruto nodded and did a set of seals so familiar to him that he hardly needed to think about them any more. “Kage Bunshin no Justu,” he murmured out of a sense of nostalgia. His erection throbbed cheerfully as his idea came that much closer to fruition.
An equally naked, equally aroused copy of the would-be Rokudaime appeared next to him on the bed, a hectic blush in its cheeks. It looked wildly around before it fox-grinned and rubbed hands together in sensual glee.
Sasuke, out of sheer shock, lost the manifestation of his Sharingan as the implication of what he’d just learned hit him. He wasn’t a genius for nothing, after all.
The actual Naruto just smiled, one hand reaching for the oil as the other touched the neglected erection. “Your turn, koishi,” he murmured.
Still speechless, the Uchiha performed the just-learned jutsu; with a soft puff of chakra smoke, the clone of himself appeared, aroused as anything and looking more desperate than the real Sasuke would ever allow himself to look.
Pulling Sasuke’s clone in front of himself, Naruto first poured some lube into his hand, then into Sasuke’s and his clone’s. Going about the business of satisfying themselves, he allowed himself a pleased smile.
“Problem...solved.”
~~()~~
The End
In case anyone is interested, this idea came about from my attempting to avoid writing an essay and the eternal question that is as follows; why is it that, in most of the stories I’ve read of a yaoi nature, is it that Sasuke keeps getting top?
What you’ve just read is my attempt to even up that gap.
This chapter has been gone through (yet again) for formatting problems. I appreciate reviews, so if you would be so kind...?