Crossing the Rubicon

C R O S S I N G T H E R U B I C O N (1)
-O N E-

He watched in disgust and no small amount of envy as the blonde idiot known as Uzumaki Naruto hoisted up the long, pale legs of an equally blonde female – Ino, was it? – and resumed thrusting. His hips jerked and shoulders bunched with the effort of keeping both of them upright, but if the constant moaning was anything to go by, all that hard work was paying off.

Uchiha Sasuke scowled at the pair and debated brushing past them and into the bathroom they were so rudely blocking. He fancied seeing the look of abject horror on the girl’s face as she realized they were being watched, but his malicious musing was cut off by another long, drawn out moan and the responding increase in the speed of Naruto’s thrusts. Revolted, Sasuke hissed out a breath as he realized that the pair didn’t particularly care if they got caught… in fact, they were probably looking forward to it.

Shaking his head abruptly to rid himself of thoughts involving the blonde dobe and his sharp grunts and heavy breathing, Sasuke turned on his heel and rounded the corner, studiously ignoring the tightening of both his nipples and his cock. He stopped walking and leaned against the wall when the friction in his pants became unbearable. Choking off a whimper, he hunched in on himself and desperately ground the heel of his hand against his crotch, in hopes of getting his rebellious cock to obey. Unfortunately, all that served to do was excite him further and his hand curled around his clothed member without any previous instruction from his brain, and started to tug.

He couldn’t bite off the whimper this time, and slumped against the wall, jerking himself off in short, desperate strokes, the sound of his own breathing the only thing filling his ears. If he hadn’t been so preoccupied in staying quiet enough so as to not alert anyone to his presence, he would have realized that the continuing sounds of sex had stopped a while back, topped off with a high pitched shriek and a low whine. As it was, however, Sasuke was currently thinking with his other head, and all he could see was the memory of Naruto’s half bare, flexing ass and all he could hear were his short gasps and all he could feel was…

…a hand, suddenly clamping down on his shoulder.

Sasuke jerked and spun around with a startled sound, finding himself face to face with the very boy he was fantasizing about. He lifted his hand from his cock mindlessly, bringing it up to push the heavy hand off his shoulder, made the mistake of looking up into laughing blue eyes and inexplicably, came.

He felt the warm, sticky wetness spread through his pants and recognized it for what it was an instant later…. as it turned out, the same instant Naruto did. The amusement in his eyes changed to something else as his gaze dropped to the obvious, spreading wet spot at the front of his pants, and his hand lifted to… what?

Sasuke stilled and his eyes widened to the point of pain when he saw that large, tanned hand move closer to his crotch. And then their eyes met again and they both realized what he was about to do at the exact same moment.

Sasuke stumbled back with a strangled expletive and Naruto jerked his hand back as though he’d been stung. The heat in his eyes dissipated instantly and his lips curled up in mockery.

“Turned into a peeping Tom now, Uchiha? Can’t get your rocks off otherwise?” his voice was stilted, sneering, but the sharpness underneath lay witness to his frustration.

“Fuck off, Uzumaki,” Sasuke hissed back, drawing his hands protectively over his crotch. “At least I’m not the one fucking in a hallway.”

“No, you don’t need to fuck, do you? Just watching is enough, huh?”

Sasuke let out an inarticulate sound of fury and pulled his arm back in a punch that was aborted as Naruto grabbed his elbow and yanked him forward. Using the scant one inch difference in their heights (this was on a good day, when Sasuke’s hair was behaving) to his advantage Naruto looked down his nose at him in open mimicry of Sasuke’s usual expression.

Yanking his arm back and elbowing the blonde’s shoulder hard enough to make him wince in the process, Sasuke stepped back and found some breathing room once again.

“You must’ve broken the bank trying to pay her for that fuck, eh, Uzumaki? Or did she take pity on you and let you off for free this time?”

Naruto had to force out a laugh at Sasuke’s apparent dig at his financial status. He’d felt a sharp pang of hurt at Sasuke’s disdain, and that infuriated him. They’d known and fought each other for too long for the jibe to even make a dent in his perfect shell. But it had.

Masking the hurt with crinkled eyes and an obnoxious grin, Naruto jeered, “If that was the case your rich ass wouldn’t still be virgin, Sa-su-ke-kun.”

“You--” Sasuke snarled. “You don’t know shit about my life.”

“I know enough. How is Orochimaru these days?”

Naruto regretted opening his big mouth the instant he saw Sasuke stiffen, his eyes going from bright and furious to arctic. The change in him was palpable. This was the unapproachable Uchiha that everyone was afraid of; this was the boy who had beaten Naruto to a bloody pulp with no intention of stopping until he was dead a few years ago. This was the cold, isolated Sasuke that made his heart ache with sympathy and something more, something he didn’t want to name.

He managed to dodge the blow Sasuke aimed at his face through years of experience from fighting the boy. But he wasn’t quick enough to block the knee that slammed into his stomach, or the foot that connected with his shin. Grunting in pain, he used the wall as leverage and propelled himself forward. He knew Sasuke was too far gone to restrain (which, admittedly, was his fault) and he also knew that offense was the best defense at this point.

Sasuke’s slim frame and lightening quick reflexes made him faster and much more slippery. But they didn’t stop his blows from packing one hell of a fucking punch. Naruto grunted in pain as one caught the edge of his jaw and made his teeth rattle. Ignoring the flurry of blows rained on his back, he wound both arms around Sasuke’s waist and put all his weight into bringing him down. They were both roughly the same size, but as far as sheer power went, Naruto had the upper hand. He was bulkier, and had more muscle when compared to Sasuke’s slender arms and legs.

They both went down with a snarl and Naruto hastily straddled the brunette and caught his right arm while he used his other hand to shield his face.

“Sasu--fucking, bastard…” he managed to pant. “I don’t want to fight you!”

“A bit late for that.” a dry voice interrupted.

Naruto managed to twist his head around despite Sasuke’s painful struggling and groan in dismay as he caught sight of their homeroom teacher.

“Kakashi-sensei,” he yelped. “This is NOT what it looks like!”

“Really.” It was amazing how condescending Kakashi managed to look even with three quarters of his face covered. “And what does it look like?”

“We, I was—“ Naruto started to lift himself off the stock-still brunette, but was suddenly yanked down when a hand forcefully tugged on the collar of his bright orange jacket. He looked down in surprise to see Sasuke’s face morph into an odd hybrid of horrification and embarrassment. And then he realized why.

Lips stretching into a smirk, Naruto’s good mood was instantly restored. He mouthed ‘you owe me big time, bastard’ and gingerly began to lift himself from Sasuke’s prone form, making sure to block Kakashi’s view of the brunette.

“Well, see…” he started, turning around and lifting a hand to sheepishly scratch at the back of his neck. “I was here to get my extra credit assignment and ran into, aha, literally, Sasuke-bastard here...”

Kakashi nodded sagely. “That would explain the bra hanging out of your pocket perfectly.”

“B-Bra?” Naruto squeaked, paling under his tan. Sasuke wondered if it would seem odd if he started banging his head against the wall.

“Bra.” Kakashi droned. “Short for brassier, which is an undergarment frequently worn by women to support their breasts. Breasts, also known as mammary glands--“

“I know what breasts are!!” Naruto yelped, having gone from pale to bright red in a matter of seconds.

A silver eyebrow lifted a fraction and his gaze pointedly went back to the frilly purple garment hanging out of the pocket of his jacket. “Apparently.” He drawled, voice lilted just slightly in amusement.

Naruto sputtered in embarrassment while Sasuke began inching himself away from the two with his hands held casually in front of his crotch. Kakashi’s eye flickered over to him instantly and crinkled as he smiled, lazily lifting one hand in greeting.

“And Sasuke. You were supposed to be here for the project an hour ago.” His gaze went back to Naruto. “You know what the punishment for wandering the halls after hours is, boys.”

Naruto’s groan of distress was heard for roughly a quarter of a mile. Kakashi’s smile widened behind his mask.

“Detention.”


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TBC
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(1) Crossing the Rubicon is a metaphor for deliberately going past a point of no return. It is used as a reference to Julius Caesar's invasion of ancient Rome when he led his army across the Rubicon River, knowingly breaking a law, and inevitably started a war.

A/N: Once again, already posted on FF.net for a while, but I wanted to get more feedback. Please review if you want it continued?

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Ella