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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Sasuke/Uzumaki_Naruto, Hyuuga_Hinata/Uzumaki_Naruto, Orochimaru/
      Tsunade, Inuzuka_Kiba/Uzumaki_Naruto, Uzumaki_Naruto/Yamanaka_Ino, Hyuuga
      Neji/Uzumaki_Naruto, Hyuuga_Hinata/Hyuuga_Neji, Haku/Uzumaki_Naruto,
      Umino_Iruka_&_Yamato_|_Tenzou
  Character:
      Uzumaki_Naruto, Tsunade_(Naruto), Uchiha_Sasuke, Yamanaka_Ino, Hyuuga
      Hinata, Hyuuga_Neji, Haku, Rock_Lee, Nara_Shikamaru, Gaara_(Naruto),
      Namikaze_Minato
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Underage_Sex, Sexual
      Fantasy, Group_Sex, Trans_Character, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Angst, Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Abusive_Relationships, Drug_Use, Underage
      Drug_Use, Complicated_Relationships, Virginity, Loss_of_Virginity,
      Attempted_Seduction, Sex_Addiction, Incest
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Konoha_Chronicles
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-28 Completed: 2015-11-16 Chapters: 22/22 Words: 78902
****** No good Naruto ******
by shadowweaver
Summary
     Naruto's not necessarily the bad boy at Konaha Academy, but he's not
     the good boy either. **strongly sex-based fic**
***** Jack rabbit *****
“Yeah, yeah, I get it” I rolled my eyes and grunted, lifting myself from the
desk. The school day hasn’t even started, yet. That’s got to be a record. I
made eye contact with Kakashi as I walked to the front of the classroom. That
one eye stared back at me lazily. We went through this routine everyday. It’s a
wonder the teacher didn’t just ask that I was switched out of his class.
Wouldn’t fifty-seven disciplinary notes in a row be grounds for that? I grabbed
my robe and slung it over my shoulder. As I glanced towards the class on my way
out, there was nothing more that I could say other than, “See you guys at
lunch.”
I took my time walking down the halls. After you make the walk a certain amount
of times, you kind of lose that sense of urgency. Grandma Tsunade was a fiery
old bat, but she expected me to arrive a couple minutes late, anyway. Besides,
this was the perfect time for me to gather my thoughts. Come up with some new
routes. Principal’s office was on the first floor, and here I was on the fourth
floor with no working elevator anywhere near me.
A long, drawn out sigh escaped my lips, the same shit every day. I mean, I’m
not one to complain. I get a kick out seeing the bright side of things. But a
guy needs a little change every now and then. Like a school fire or a lockdown
or a--hot new girl.
She rounded the corner and we nearly collided. Not that I would’ve minded. The
size of her rack was unbelievable--though not nearly as nice as Tsunade’s. I
don’t think I’ll ever see more perfect tits than those.
She stumbled backwards and nearly lost her footing. Had I not reached out and
grabbed her hand, she might’ve fell completely. Lilac eyes locked with mine and
she steadied herself.
“You alright?” I asked, letting go of her hand.
“Uh, yes,” Flesh burned across her face and she broke the eye contact. “Thank
you.”
“Not a problem,” I flashed a cheeky grin. "So, where you headed?"
Now seemed like as good a time as any to start conversation. I was in no rush
and this chick looked too dazed to know what was going on. In my sixteen years
of being best friends with Kiba, I can identify a stoner and this girl had
vibes illuminating off her.
"I'm, er--I..." Her voice trailed off and my hypothesis that she had, in fact
smoked a fat blunt before coming to school today was a step closer to being
confirmed.
"You...what?" I raised my eyebrows and tried my best to coax it out of her.
"I'm going to the courtyard. I draw there."
"Do you?" I looked her up and down. "You new? I haven't seen you around."
Her eyes widened for a moment and there she looked at the ground, "I've lived
here for seven years. I'm Hinata--we were in the same class last year."
Well, shit. Now I feel like a dick.
She must've been able to read the look on my face, because she quickly added,
"But I sat in the back...and I didn't talk much."
Hinata. Why couldn't I remember her? With a rack like that, she should've been
unforgettable. And the rest of her wasn't too bad either. She had that whole
innocent thing down pact. The way she avoided eye contact, the blushing, her
soft voice--Jiraiya would’ve had a field day with her. He has a thing for the
shy kitten types.
“Hm,” I grunted and continued to stare at her, visibly taking in her full
appearance from head to toe. She shifted uncomfortably and looked around, most
likely to make sure no teachers were coming. Leaf Academy was strict about
students chilling in the halls during class hours. Grandma Tsunade would
personally rip me a new one if she knew I was distracting another delicate
pupil from her precious education. I smirked at the thought.
“Why don’t I walk you there?”
“But--weren’t you going somewhere?” She asked me.
Honestly, I had the thought to just skip going to the principal’s office all
together and just head straight to detention. I mean, that was easier, right?
I’m not one to waste time.
“It’s fine, I’ll go there later,” My eyes floated down to her chest, then back
up to her face. She was smiling this time--a genuine one that show a small
trace of excitement.
Now, let’s get one thing straight--my mind doesn’t always jump to sex. In fact,
I only notice certain things when they’re right in my face--like tits. I can
engage in a conversation with a girl and not think about sex once. Why? Because
her boobs aren’t jumping out and begging me to grab ‘em. Not to sound pervy or
anything. What can I say? It’s hard not to think about sex when your dick’s
constantly rubbing up against things when you move.
Kiba’s way worse about it than I am. The boy’s practically a dog. He’s fucked
half the girls in our circle at least twice and god knows who else. I remember
back when we were around twelve--just starting to really notice girls. Kiba was
the one who told me about masturbating. He said he’d walked in on Shikamaru’s
dad doing it when he slept over there one weekend. Showed me how it worked--by
demonstrating on himself of course--and then proposed that we do it together
and watch each other. I think we did it once or twice, but watching another guy
beat his meat wasn’t as pleasant to me as he made it sound. I mean, he always
go way into it. Pre-cum, veins, the works. Seeing any other dick besides mine
got too weird.
“Naruto,” Hinata’s voice broke my thoughts and I turned my head to see her a
few steps ahead of me.
“Right--I’m coming,” I cleared my throat and moved my feet.
I wonder what kind of lay Hinata would be. Maybe like the perfect submissive
pet. I was never a fan of completely dominating someone who just let me to it.
I liked the rough play to come from both sides. That’s what really got me
going.
“You like anything besides drawin’, Hinata?”
“I suppose I like....” She hesitated for a moment before finishing her
statement. “I like practicing--Baguazhang? It’s martial arts. My brother,
Neji’s been teaching me since we were kids.”
So, Neji’s her brother, hm? Thought I saw a resemblance in there. Man, she
really has been here the whole time. Guess I’m not nearly as observant as I
thought I was.
“He’s just good at everything, isn’t it?” I rolled my eyes on impulse. Boy, did
it get tiring to hear about this guy all the time. Top five percent in the
class, martial artist, cool Neji--he didn’t have time for anyone else but
himself. And apparently Hinata. Though I’ve never seen Neji hang out with
anyone but Ino--the two were practically inseparable. I’ll never understand
girls and their obsession with the “gay best friend”.
“He is,” Hinata smiled. She obviously didn’t pick up on the sarcasm.
“Everything comes naturally to him. I’m lucky to have him. I don’t know where
I’d be.”
Weird.
No one that I know would say that about another person--let alone a sibling
that’s their age. But the Hyuga family was a close-knit bunch, kind of like the
Uchiha family. Both of them had the best and the brightest. And it made sense.
They had money.
I narrowed my eyes at Hinata. This girl didn’t seem rich at all. In fact, I
would guess that all of her clothes have been in her closet for years. The
jacket was obviously too tight to conceal her breasts, it’s a wonder the zipper
was holding out.
_______________
 
We hung out for about an hour before the bell rung for the ten minute break.
Ten minutes, enough time to track down Ino and find a broom closet. Don’t get
me wrong, I would pound Hinata in a moment and she was the closest person to
me. But she had this whole virgin thing going on that seemed, honestly, too
intimidating to crack. I can’t imagine taking someone’s virginity. The thought
itself made me nervous. No. I don’t need those kinds of ties to another person.
Ino knew that full well. In fact, she’s the one who explained the rules to me.
I was thirteen when I lost it--Sasuke and I ran into Ino and Sakura are the
mall and the four of us combined groups. Originally, they both wanted Sasuke.
But after he said something rude to Ino about her eating habits, I was left to
hold her ice cream while she cried for an hour.
She made it up to me by letting me touch her boob in the parking deck on the
top-most floor where no one could see. That escalated when I got an erection
and she wanted to see it.
 
“I’ve never seen a guy’s--you know,” Ino blushed and furrowed her eyebrows, but
she didn’t look away from my crotch. Not even when a car drove by.
“Well, it’s a quality one, lemme tell ya,” I grinned and gripped my belt,
earning me a smack across the face and a ‘Be serious, Naruto’.
She didn’t even ask if she could see it--well, not formally. She kind of just
reached down my pants and grabbed it through my boxers. Now, something about
someone else’s hand on your junk when you’re turned on just intensifies the
whole thing. I bucked my hips forward, just like it’d done countless times
before during masturbation. Only where my hand would usually move towards my
boner, she shrinked away. Had I not wrapped my arm around her waist, she
would’ve completely pulled away. But something about that eased her mind, I
guess, and she tightened her grip and started to massage my member.
I remember being completely in awe. Ino Nakayama was rubbing my dick. After
about ten minutes of that, I pushed down my pants, revealing my boxers, and
moved the extra fabric out of the way to expose the tip of my cock. It was
smaller back then, around six inches, give or take, but still intimidating to a
young virgin girl. But Ino was a champ all the way through. As if she read my
mind, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the tip.
My mind went blank in that moment. I’d never felt anything as good as that. I
gripped the back of her head and moved my hips forward a bit, trying to get
more of it into her mouth. When I was about halfway in, she gagged and
attempted to jerk her head back. I used a tiny bit of force to hold her head in
place and continue to work my cock into her mouth.
“Sasuke doesn’t know what he’s missin’,” I muttered and that particular
statement must’ve resonated with her, because she got a lot more into it. Her
motions got faster and I stumbled backwards, leaning up against a red minivan
for support. I glanced down for the first time and marveled at the sit. She was
slobbering all over my cock. Catering to my cock. Taking as much into her mouth
as she could, and boy was it a site. And I started to think--wouldn’t it be fun
if we did it? Right here.
I grabbed her ponytail and forced her to stand, then pushed her face-first
against the minivan. I pressed my body against hers, my cock rubbed against her
lower back. At first, I hear something that sounds a lot like ‘no’. But after a
few thrusts into her back, her began to move her hips to match mine.
She was wearing a skirt. She’d picked it out solely to drawn Sasuke’s
attention. I scoffed at the idea, but it proved to work in our benefit when my
fingers made contact with her panties. I didn’t even know girls got wet. But
after the initial surprise, I began to rub her through her panties. Let me tell
you a thing, a girl’s whimpers are probably the sexiest thing you’ll ever hear.
I was a little virgin boy who’s only experience had been with my hand, but here
I was with my hard cock inches away from her pussy. I used my other hand to
stroke my cock and spread my pre-cum before I moved her panties out of the way.
“Naruto, please…” She’d muttered. I couldn’t tell if she was urging me to stop
or keep going, so I opted for the latter and positioned my dripping cock at her
entrance. She began to say something else when I slipped inside of her. I
swear, I only meant to start with the tip. It made sense, we were both virgins
and we should’ve started out slow. But as soon as the head was in, it was like
my body had a mind of it’s own. I clutched her hips and forced my entire length
inside of her, all the way to the balls, and earned a sharp squeal from her.
She threw her head back and panted her hands on the car.
“Holy fuck…” I breathed out as I rammed into her. She was tight--almost
painfully tight. But the pleasure outweighed the pain and I kept going. We went
on for twenty minutes before I came inside of her. The orgasm itself lasted
more than thirty seconds, and I clutch to her for dear life during. When I
pulled out, she immediately fell to the ground with tears on her face and my
heart started to race. Did she not want it?
We didn’t say anything to each other for the rest of the day.
 
Nowadays, I’m positive that she wanted it. About a week later, she showed up at
my doorstep and rode me for an hour while my dad wasn’t home. Apparently, I was
the only non-virgin she knew about, and she didn’t want to risk getting called
a slut if she had sex with anyone else.
“Naruto?”
My eyes snapped open and I looked at Hinata. Right, we were still hanging out.
The familiar twitching in my pants made me move my hands to cup my crotch and I
turned away from her.
“Uh, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you around?”
She hesitated for a moment before forcing a smile, “Um--yes. Yes, I’ll see you
around, Naruto.”
God, why does she say my name like that?
I stood up and used my robe to cover my erection in the most conspicuous way
possible. Ino was in the school library, that was a no-brainer. She and Sakura
were student librarians, after all. I strolled up to the front desk and leaned
against it.
“Naruto, I’m busy,” She grumbled.
“Too busy to make an old man happy?”
“Very funny.”
“C’mon, just a quickie?” I asked. After nearly three years of fucking, I wasn’t
above begging her. Especially since I know it’d always work.
Ino glanced around the library quickly to make sure no one was watching before
she unlatched the gate and let me into the back. We disappeared into the
private room--a room where to store inventory, damaged books, and all of that
good stuff. And the room when I routinely get my dick sucked.
As soon as the door closed, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a
heated kiss. We staggered backwards and landed on a pile of forgotten books and
papers, her hand worked furiously at my zipper. That’s the thing I like about
Ino. She got to the point. When it came to sex, she didn’t hold back. Her hands
gripped my member and she jerked it hard and slow, drawing out an unexpected
groan from me.
“You think you can come by any time and I’ll drop everything to ride your cock?
Is that it?” She asked through clenched teeth. Her hands began to pick up pace
as she jerked me. Without losing her rhythm, she climbed on top of me and
straddled my waist. “You really think your cock’s that good?”
“Shut up and sit on my dick,” I rasped out, sounding harsher than I intended.
Ino didn’t care, it was exactly what she was looking for.
I ran my fingers down her smooth legs in appreciation. I’d told her towards the
beginning that she looked hot in skirts, so that’s what she mostly wore now.
Especially to class. There was no telling when I’d need easy access. Like right
now.
As my hand traveled up her legs, I had an interesting revelation. She wasn’t
wearing underwear.
“Now, that’s a good girl,” I said, running my finger along her slit.
She shivered and answered back, “A girl’s gotta be prepared to keep up with
you.”
That’s the truth. It’s well known that I’ve got the most energy in our grade--
maybe even our whole school. And because of that, people knew I was a jack
rabbit in bed and borderline insatiable.
She pulled my cock out of my pants and let the tip of it graze her pussy
faintly, causing us both to groan. I licked my lips and looked down as she
slowly lowered herself on my cock. Once she hit the base, I used it as an
opportunity to switch positions. I sat up and forced her to spin on my cock so
that her back was facing me. Something about doggy style always made getting
off that much sweeter. I placed my hands on her hips and rolled my hips into
her.
As Ino’s moans filled the room, I shut my eyes and let my senses take over,
enjoying every inch of her.
***** Fuck me first *****
Shit, he hits hard. Harder than anyone I’ve ever fought--and that’s saying a
lot. I don’t even remember how it happened. Seems like there was this big chunk
of time missing from the moment we took our first shots of the night until now.
I don’t remember saying anything outwardly bad about him--I’m not that
concerned with getting under his skin or anything. But I  must’ve done
something pretty shitty, because Lee round kicked me across the counter.
The next couple of punches came swiftly. So quickly that I didn’t even register
the pain until a few seconds after I got hit.
“You kick like a bitch,” I spat out blood and staggered to my feet. I inwardly
screamed at myself for egging him on, but I’m not going to sit by and let
anyone hit me. I decided to make a move and aimed for his left cheek, but ended
up striking air. It’s no wonder no one’s ever won a fight against Rock Lee,
he’s fucking terrifying.
“Naruto! You’re ruining my party!” Sakura yelled from the corner of the room.
Her face twisted into this ugly contortion and she buried it in Neji’s chest.
“Don’t look over there, I’m right here,” Lee spoke through hiccups. When I
looked back at him, he was in this weird drunken stance that looked sort of
like he was about to piss on me if I didn’t move. Honestly, he was a weird
enough dude that I wouldn’t put it past him.
“Sasuke, you jackass. Get him off me!” I yelled through gritted teeth and my
so-called best friend who was more concerned with dry humping some kid named
Sai in a far off corner in the room waved me off.
Fucking great. I mean, physically I can fight Lee. I can’t exactly beat him
without the extra effort on my part, but I could still last a while.
“Sasuke!” I barked against, this time I slipped my shoe off and chunked it at
him. It hit him in the small of his back and he came for me. Like literally. He
charged across the room and lifted me up by my hair, dragging me away from the
scenario. That’s kind of what I guessed would happen. Honestly, I’d rather
fight Sasuke that Lee--at least I know I can keep up.
“I’m going to murder you,” He pulled me up towards his face by my shirt and I
squirmed away.
“How else was I supposed to get your attention? All you’re concerned with is
your libido.”
“And you’re different?” Sasuke scoffed.
“I don’t let people watch.”
“That’s why you’re no fun,” His scoff grew into a full-on smile and he let go
of me. Sasuke can never stay mad at me.
“Deja vu,” Shikamaru muttered, stepping up to the conversation.
“Good for you,” Sasuke mused and picked up a shot glass from the table, holding
it out to Shikamaru. “If you’re able to recall things, you’re not drunk enough,
yet.”
Speaking of drunk, where’s Kiba? He was usually the attention-grabber at a
party. He was usually the one who had a few too-many and ended up naked twenty
minutes in. A couple times he’d even tried to initiate an orgy.
“Glad you made it,” Delicate arms wrapped around me from behind and soft lips
whispered against my skin. God, Ino’s too into it sometimes. The clinging, neck
kisses, whispering--that's stuff you don't do in public. Especially not at
parties where one or both of you was hoping to get laid.
“Ino, not here,” I whispered, trying to make it look as casual as possible.
Everyone knew we were fucking. I didn’t care if that was a secret or not. But
they’ve all been asking me for years if I’ll ever get serious with Ino. The
idea of me only going to her for sex made a lot of people mad, which is
confusing because it’s my dick, so they shouldn’t be concerned. As much as I
rejected the idea, they still felt the need to pressure me with every chance
that they get.
“How about in my room?”
Right, Ino and Sakura were roommates. Why was I surprised she’d be here? Am I
that stupid? They shared a suite in Cloud Hall, one of the dormitories on the
campus, with two other girls. I’ve never seen their other two roommates, but I
always assumed they had some, since all of the suites are four-person homes.
“Ino,” I grunted as she managed to maneuver me into a corner of the room.
Sasuke had gone back to Sai and he had the poor boy up against the wall while
he dry humped him. There was no way I’d be able to tear him away from that a
second time. “Ino, I didn’t come for you.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t stay for me.”
“That’s corny, get off me.”
“Naruto,” She pouted as I turned to face her, sticking out her lower lip and
widening her eyes. “Stay with me.”
“I said get off me,” She’d managed to pin me to the walled and grinded into me.
The friction made me shutter and my cock twitched slightly. “Fuck.”
“Just for a few minutes,” She took my hand and suddenly it was like the music
in the place got louder. For some reason, I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts
over it and all I was concerned with was the developing boner in my pants and
how to get rid of it. As Ino lead me into her bedroom, I took one quick look
around the room.
No one noticed.
Ino shut the door behind us and shoved me on the bed. I’d had a ton to drunk,
I’m not going to deny that. So the fall made me more dizzy than aroused. When I
regained my vision, she was crawling on top of me in nothing but a purple bra
and matching underwear.God, Ino had the perfect body.
“See? Not as bad as you expected, hm?” Ino stared down at me with dark eyes.
“All I had to do was beg.”
My eyes fluttered shut, but I sensed a trace of something suspicious in her
voice. What was it? Maybe she was tired? Drunk? I mean, yeah. She seemed
totally wasted--but this was something extra.
After a few seconds of mulling it over, my eyes shot open as her hand gripped
my neck and squeezed.
Hate.
“Do you know how humiliating that is, Naruto?” She asked through clenched
teeth. “I fuck you nearly every other day and you can’t even make time for me
at a party? You think you’ll find a better fuck? You’d still be a virgin if it
weren’t for me. So, this,” She gripped my cock and tugged on it. And honestly,
it didn’t feel good at all. In fact, it hurt. It hurt enough for me to hiss a
little and flinch. “This is mine.”
“Fuckin’ crazy, get off me,” I don’t stick my dick in crazy. That leaves too
big of a mess to clean up. When I tried to push her off of me, a burning slap
ran across my face and she knocked me back down.
“You’re not going anywhere, Naruto,” She continued to pump my cock and ran a
few fingers along the tip. “You’re all mine.”
I squirmed underneath her. Fuck, I’m too drunk to move. How much have I had to
drink? God, I need to stop binging. My thought were broken when Ino brought her
mouth down on my full length, swallowing all the way to the balls. That got me
to scream. Like, literally scream. It should’ve been enough for someone to
hear, but the music was booming all through the suite. She bobbed her head on
my cock and massaged my legs.
“Get off,” It seemed like I’d said it at least twelve times by now.
She pulled my dick out and straddled my waist. One hand slid down her stomach
and into her panties. Fingers worked around her pussy and delves in shallowly.
She drew in her bottom lip and looked down at me, “You’re so fucking hard.
Fuck, I need you in me.”
“No.” Absolutely not.
“I need you to fuck me,” She whined while she slipped off her panties and
aligned herself on my cock.
This wasn’t what I planned. Yes, I wanted to fuck tonight. I even spent a few
hours edging at home to get prepared. But this isn’t the kind of fuck that I
wanted. She lowered herself down on my quickly, nearly impaling herself on my
cock. I winced at the sudden tightness. She didn’t even take time to adjust--
she started to rock her hips at a steady pace.
“Fuck me, Naruto,” Her hands fell to my chest and she held herself up while she
rode me. “Fuck me first tonight.”
Frustration overwhelmed me. Here I was, begging her to stop and she was
completely ignoring me. Actually, I think hearing me beg made her wetter. I
opened my mouth to attempt to speak against, but the frustration kept me from
talking. I’m not a talker. I’m a man of action. I’m supposed to break out of
her grasp and go back to the party. Pretend none of this happened and tell no
one. But here I was, struggling and still not able to get away. It made me feel
so--weak. And my body hurt. My body hurt in multiple places. Oh, right, Lee
kicked my ass.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
This is humiliating.
“Ino,” I tried again. My voice sounded whiny and waivery. “Please. Please let
me go.”
“Fuck me first, Naruto,” She repeated from before and picked up her pace. It
was almost unbelievable. I could feel the pre-cum getting worked out of my cock
with every motion and it felt like this terrible combination of ecstasy and
pain. I swallowed the lump in my throat and closed my eyes. “Cum in me.”
I didn’t say anything back. It was obvious she wasn’t going to let me leave--
not until one or both of us had cum. I gritted my teeth and wrapped my arms
around her before bringing my hips up to meet her halfway.
I just want this to be over.
I buried my head in her chest to hide the tears while I pumped into her. She
brought her hands up and tangled them in my hair, calling out my name. I
managed to go for another minute before her walls began to tighten around my
cock. I was pushed to my limit. My cock erupted into of her. Ino kept moving
her hips and hummed in satisfaction as I filled her up.
“There’s a good boy,” She whispered in my ear. I felt her weight ease off me
completely and opened my eyes. She was rummaging through her drawers. “Now get
out.”
Something that I can only describe as an emotional electric shock surged
through me and I recoiled a bit before scrambling to tuck my junk back in. When
I stood up, I winced at the pain in my groin. Had she injured me?
I blinked and tried my best to compose myself. I just needed out of that
bedroom. I opened the door and stepped out into a room full of pure drunks.
Literally everyone had an alcoholic beverage in their hand and everyone was
trying to be the loudest person in the room. I lowered my eyes to the ground
and made me way towards the balcony.
Air. I thought as I made contact and twisted to knob. I just need air.
I stepped outside and shut the door. Even through this thick of a door, I could
still hear every individual. But I didn’t give a shit. The only thing that
meant is that they couldn’t hear me in there. They couldn’t hear me scream for
help or beg for mercy. And even if they did, would they even care? They wanted
me with Ino. To them, it was probably bound to happen that she’d go crazy.
My junk hurts. My junk really hurts.
I dropped to my knees, then to my side, and then curled into the fetal
position. The sting was nearly unbearable. I could still feel her hand wrapped
around me, jerking at the skin and dragging her nails along the tip. My chest
burned again and I choked back a sob.
Naruto, get your shit together. You can’t do this. Someone will come out and
see you.
“Fuck,” I staggered to my feet and wiped my eyes with my sleeve before heading
back inside. There was a line of shots waiting for me on the coffee table and
Sasuke gave me a hearty pat on the back.
“You look fucked up,” He shouted over the noise.
“So do you.”
“C’mon, then,” He smirked and nudged me towards the table. “You look like you
could be worse.”
Shots would help, I guess. Drinking usually made me feel good. The more drinks
in my system, the easier it got to be a total ass without any conscience.
I picked up the first shot and raised it to my lips.
It’s a party, isn’t it?
***** Truth or Dare *****
Chapter Summary
     Sasuke hosts an unplanned get-together that takes an unexpected turn.
Chapter Notes
     Here's another chapter! Also, if there are any pairings you'd like to
     see or types of kinks, let me know and I'll see what I can do! The
     next chapter's gonna be about them all trapped in this tent, so send
     in all the wonderful things you'd like for them to do with each other
     x]
“C’mon, Naruto,” Kiba urged me from across the table. His tongue swirled around
his tongue around his ice cream cone. His eyebrows wagged briefly as he fleshed
his pronounced canines at me. I shook my head and cut my eyes at him.
“I’m not fucking you.”
“And why not?” He questioned offensively.
“Because you’re a dude. I don’t fuck dudes.”
“So, why not pretend I’m a girl?”
“Kiba, I’m not attracted to you.” I deadpanned.
His softened momentarily and he swallowed. “Fine.”
Shit, he didn’t deserve that. My terrible mood had nothing to do with Kiba. I
haven’t slept properly in days--Ino and I kept having sex after that night.
These days were less pleasurable. Still, I didn’t feel as bad as the first
time. I don’t enjoy it anymore, but I don’t have that feeling of weakness--not
all the time. Anyway, any talk about sex was something that I tried to avoid
these days. I seem to have developed an aversion to it, I guess.
“Sorry,” I lowered my eyes. “I just--”
“No, it’s fine. Can’t be mad at that, can I?” An awkward moment passed before
Kiba reached over and swiped my orange. “You don’t need this do you?” He did
that thing where he smiles with his eyes before he peeled the orange.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Hinata walking into the dining hall. I
raised my hand to get her attention and waved her over.
“Naruto, uh, hi,” Her face was burning so red I thought she’d melt or
something. “How are you?”
“Good, good, take a seat,” I’d been spending more time with Hinata over the
past few days. I mean, we didn’t really do much or talk about much. I found
that she got flustered easily when I asked her to many questions and I’m pretty
sure she’d fainted a couple times?
“And what’ve you been up to, Little Miss Hinata,” Kiba asked with a sultry
tone. Man, he bounced back quickly. Or maybe he was good at hiding his pain.
Either way, things were so awkward now, and that’s pretty much all I wanted.
“N-nothing,” She clearly didn’t like for all the attention to be on her.
My eyes drifted to her chest. God, you’d think after spending so much time
around her, I’d find some way to get around this desire to just stare at her
boobs all day. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel like a particularly shitty
friend but I couldn’t help myself sometimes.
“Since when does Naruto Uzumaki use lunch time to eat lunch? Don’t you have a
broom closet to fuck in?” Sasuke pulled out the chair to my left.
“I’m hungry,” I stated before turning back to Hinata. “You doin’ anything after
classes are done?”
“N-no,” She smiled and shifted her eyes away from me.
“Cool, come by my place? I’m in the Leaf Hall. Suite 7.”
“Oh, pushin’ it back till after classes, huh?” Sasuke whispered in my ear.
“There are other things to do besides fuck, Sasuke.”
 
And we didn’t fuck. While I had an insane urge to fuck the  quiet out of her, I
also enjoyed spending time with a girl who hasn’t sat on my dick or seen me
naked. It’s like a breath of fresh air.
Here I was, watching TV with a girl who had no intention of sleeping with me--
and I was perfectly fine.
“This is your favorite show,” Hinata said out of nowhere.
I turned my head the slightest bit towards her, “Hm?”
“This show--we watch it every time I come over here. You never miss an
episode.”
Weird observation. I never really thought of it as my favorite show. I’m sure I
have better taste than a sappy teen mystery drama.
“I guess you’re right,” I said.
A moment later, Sasuke opened the front door and walked in with Kiba and Neji
and two handles of vodka.
“What’s a Friday evening without a few shots?” Kiba shouted.
Great. Now, I couldn’t hear the TV.
Upon seeing her brother walk in, Hinata tensed up. She pursed her lips as the
two of them made eye contact. Neji was perfectly composed, his eyes glossed
over her as if she were just another piece of furniture in the room.
What’s this guy’s problem? Why’s he even here?
Sasuke only hung out with a select group of people--most of them were people he
was fucking. Kiba, Sakura, Sai, some guy named Chouji and I’m pretty sure he
was banging a teacher, too. And he and Neji were in no way fucking. In fact, I
think there was a little bit of tension since both of them were sleeping with
Sakura at the same time.
“It’s too early to drink, Sasuke,” I called out, trying to strain my ears and
hear the television.
“C’mon, Naruto,” He set the bottles down on the coffee table in front of us.
“Look, we’re make a game out of it. How ‘bout truth or dare?”
“Truth or dare with one girl sounds like a trap,” I said.
“So, you can pick truth every time, then. Besides, you really think I expect
the five of us to finish these bottles tonight? I called re-enforcements.”
Great, so more people were coming over. Way to ruin a perfectly quiet day.
“What’s the matter, Naruto? Afraid you’ll have to compromise your masculinity
by doin’ a simple dare?” Kiba jabbed at me.
“It’s not my call,” I turned towards Hinata and raised an eyebrow. “You’re the
guest.”
“Um--I don’t mind--if you’re playing,” She said quietly.
“Good!” Kiba clapped his hands together. “So, we’re all in.”
The three of them took a seat on the floor around the coffee table where Sasuke
had laid out ten shot glasses.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” He started. “We’ll start off with simple things
and work our way up to dirty deeds. Before your turn, you’ve got to take a
shot. If you refuse to answer a question or do a dare, you take another shot.
Sound far?”
“How’re we gonna pick who’s getting asked?” Hinata asked.
“With this,” Kiba set an empty bottle down on the table. “Spin the bottle.
Whoever it lands on gets asked by the person who spun the bottle. If you land
on yourself, you get to pick someone on either side of you to ask a question.”
Wow, they really had these rules worked out. So, why was Kiba failing three
classes if he could remember something like this?
“I’ll start,” Neji said--was that the first thing he’s said since he walked
through the door. He grasped the bottle and spun it while Sasuke filled up all
ten shot glasses with vodka. Before the bottle stopped spinning, Neji reached
over and tossed back half of Hinata’s shot and fill the rest up with orange
juice as a chaser. I guess she’s not a big drinker.
“Naruto,” Hinata muttered.
“Hm?” My eyes were still on Neji when she nudged me.
“It’s you,” She said, gesturing to the bottle.
Son of a bitch.
“Good start,” Kiba chuckled.
“Naruto,” Neji cleared his throat. “Truth or dare?”
No way am I choosing dare, “Truth.”
“What does your father do?”
Wow. I was expecting vanilla, but this didn’t even quality as a flavor. He was
just keeping it rated G. I picked up a shot glass and tossed the clear liquid
back. “He’s a judge.”
“Neji, you gotta spice it up a little,” Kiba rolled his eyes and spun the
bottle. This time it landed on Sasuke. Kiba rubbed his hands together in
preparation while Sasuke downed his shot. “Sasuke, truth or dare?”
“Is that even a question? Dare me.”
“Dare you to strip down to your boxers and stay that way until someone pukes.”
“That’s disgusting, Kiba,” Neji’s face twisted in disgust.
“Not if no one throws up,” Sasuke stated. The way he was staring at Kiba lead
me to assume Kiba was going to say something similar before Sasuke beat him to
the punch. He lifted his shirt over his head casually and unzipped his jeans.
“Hinata, it’s your turn to spin,” Neji nudged her.
“Right…” She spun the bottle. When it landed on Sasuke, again, a look of panic
crossed her face. Now that I think about it, I think Hinata was a little
intimidated by Sasuke. “Um, Sasuke. Truth or dare?”
Sasuke took another shot before answering, “Let’s go with truth.”
“Okay--what type of porn do you watch?”
The look on everyone’s face was a bit of surprise mixed with some other
emotions. Kiba nodded proudly and leaned back.
Without breaking his composure, Sasuke stated, “Anything with a messy cream
pie.”
I don’t think Sasuke even needs alcohol in order to release his deepest,
darkest secrets. I leaned over and spun the bottle. Sasuke and Kiba knew full
well how much I get into truth or dare when I’m drunk. I’m pretty sure that’s
why this was the game they chose to start with. When the bottle pointed to
Kiba, he raised his chin and put his hands on his hips.
“Gimme all you’ve got with a dare,” He took a shot and pounded his chest with a
fist.
“Fuck, I’m stumped. Uh--” I’m not drunk enough for this. “Deepthroat anything
in suite room.”
“Now that’s a good one,” Kiba winked and began crawling towards me.
“Not me, not me,” I furrowed my eyebrows and let my hands fall to my crotch.
“Somethin’ else.” My eyes drifted towards Sasuke’s room and then back to Kiba
to help him get the message.
“I think he wants you to choose one of my dildos,” Sasuke announced. “Naruto,
if you wanted to just watch him suck a dick, all you had to do was ask.” The
slender Uchiha stood up and face Kiba with his crotch in his face. Since he’d
started the game naked, the outline of his cock was nearly visible in his
boxers. Kiba licked his lips and grabbed at his member.
“Too fast,” I called out, shielding my eyes a bit. “Can’t you guys just wait
till I’m a little drunker to do that shit in front of me?”
Both of them looked at my for a moment and then made eye contact with each
other before smirking. Sasuke sat down and Kiba took a second shot instead of
doing the dare.
When it came his turn to spin, he landed on Hinata and I immediately started to
feel sympathy for the girl. There was no way Kiba was going to go easy on her.
“This outta be good,” Sasuke said as the front door opened. Chouji, Shikamaru,
and some girl I didn’t recognize walked in. I fixated on her for a moment
before tuning back into the game as Kiba was asking which Hinata wanted.
It took her a moment to get her shot down. She coughed a bit and answered,
“Truth.”
“How old were you when you first fucked?”
Her eyes widened momentarily and she looked over at the new people joining us
before she answered tentatively, “Um, I was fourteen.”
So she wasn’t a virgin, then? Funny, everything about her screamed innocence. I
was thoroughly convinced she hadn’t had sex with anyone. Not that it was what I
was hoping for or anything, it’s just difficult to see her taking cock. Not
impossibly, believe me I’ve done it, but harder.
“So, she’s not all squeaky clean, hm?” There was something in Sasuke’s voice
that I didn’t particularly like. Interest. Sasuke was one of a kind. Whenever
he felt the slightest interest in a person, he became hellbent on using them to
cum. Whether that meant getting a blowjob from them or full-on fucking them, he
wouldn’t stop until it happened. Not only that, but he made it a point to brag
about the various people he fucks. He couldn’t add Hinata to his list. If
anyone had the right to add her to any lists, surely it would be me.
“I’ll bet it was a big one, too,” Kiba ran his tongue along his lip. “You don’t
look like the type to settle for little dicks.”
“Alright, alright, shut up. It’s my turn,” Sasuke spun the bottle and folded
his arms. The three who’d just showed up managed to squeeze in between Sasuke
and Neji. The bottle landed on the new girl that I didn’t recognize. Sasuke
poured a shot and slid it towards her. “Haku, truth or dare?”
She tilted her head and brought the shot up to her nose. “Looks like it’d just
be easier to start off with dare now.”
Fuck, that was a sexy voice. A little lower and sultrier than most girls our
age. I definitely wouldn’t mind hearing her scream my name.
“I dare you to measure your cock in front of everyone.”
What?
The faintest smirk appeared on Haku’s face and she made eye contact with me,
“Oh, don’t let that ruin your erection. I’m sure I’d make a wonderful girl in
your dreams. But I’m a dude.”
My what?
That’s when I looked down and noticed the bulge aching to get out of my jeans
and unload. How could I have missed that? I only had one shot. Or--wait, I know
I took a show right when the game started. And I took a shot with Hinata. Then
I took a shot when they came in and...I need to watch my drinking.
He stood up and unzipped his pants and lowered them in front of us. Haku
definitely had something to be proud about. Not only was he a gorgeous chick in
retrospective, but he was also blessed with a ten and a half inch dick. Not
many people around here could say that.
“Now that’s what I need in my life,” Kiba was chewing on his lip at this point.
It’s obvious that I’m not the only one who’s got some stuff going on down
stairs.
“This is such a drag,” Shikamaru sighed and spun the bottle. “Naruto, choose
truth or dare.” He yawned towards the end of the sentence.
Shikamaru would be too lazy to come up with something really dirty for me to
do. I know him.
“Dare.”
“Stick your dick in someone’s mouth or let someone stick theirs in your mouth.”
Stupid fucking stoned Shikamaru.
Fuck, maybe I should just take a shot. But Naruto Uzumaki doesn’t back down
from dares. I’ve gotta do it. But who? If I choose any one person, I’ll never
hear the end of it.
My fingers fumbled with my zipper and I unzipped quickly. My hard-on pushed at
my boxers and I sighed when it finally sprang free. My ear twitched as someone
around me groaned as well. Was it Kiba? Or Neji? Definitely not Sasuke.
Without a second thought, my hand found the back of Hinata’s head and I began
to push it down. There was a sharp gasp that left her lips, but her lips
wrapped around the tip perfectly and she immediately took it all in, not
stopping until her nose was pressed against skin. My other hand found the back
of her neck and I held her there.
“This can’t be allowed, can it?” Chouji asked?
“Anything goes, Chouji,” Neji said. He didn’t seem at all phased.
“While they’re gettin’ that do, why don’t you spin Chouji?”
It was obvious Chouji wasn’t as high as Shikamaru or Haku--maybe he’d met up
with them after they smoked?
Hinata’s tongue move gentle around the slit on the head of my cock in a way
that lead me to believe she’d done this more than once or twice. Still, this
isn’t the way I’ve seen my cock sucked in the past. She wasn’t trying to be
seductive or even trying too hard to get me off. She was just--hungry. The way
her mouth devoured me...I’ve never had anyone take all of my cock so eagerly
and not let up once. My hips started to move against her mouth and the others
tried their best not to get distracted, though the game went by much slower. I
still took shots during the blow job. After a minute or two, I let Hinata up
and managed to get two shots down her throat before her tongue was back on my
dick.
“Damn,” Kiba was lying on the ground after ten minutes of further playing. It
was obvious he’d had more than enough to drink, but he wasn’t stopping just
yet. “Where’d you learn how to suck dick, Hinata?” His voice was almost like a
drunken whine as he palmed at his cock through his pants.
“Pull yourself together, Kiba,” Sasuke rolled his eyes. I’m not sure when, but
within the last few minutes, he’d gotten mixed drinks together.
Hinata didn’t say anything back to Kiba. In fact, her rhythm wasn’t broken at
all. My tongue rolled out of my mouth as I sat up a bit and gripped her head
with both hands.
“That’s my boy!” Kiba yelled.
I rammed my cock down her throat at an unforgiving scream, gritting my teeth
and letting my head fall back. Hinata hummed around my cock and that’s what
sent me over the edge. Almost immediately, I was shooting hot ropes down her
throat and bucking into her mouth wildly.
“Let’s get another shot for Naruto!” Kiba demanded. He’d already taken the
liberty of pouring the shot himself. Hinata sat up and wiped her mouth. Her
cheeks were red. Not only that, but she was breathing heavily. But--not in a
bad way. No. I knew this look. She was into it. Way into it.
Hinata and I both took another shot and rejoined the game. A few more sexual
things went on. Kiba got to jerk-off in front of us, Shikamaru gave Sasuke a
lap dance, Chouji stuck a dildo up his ass, and other things that put some of
us to shame. After about an hour, we stopped the game and Sasuke ended up
drunkenly pitching his six-man tent up in the suite’s living room and demanding
we get in.
Once we were all in, he proceeded to pretend he was driving the tent, which
seemed pretty convincing until we all got into a crash.
We were all huddled together in the main room of the tent. Hinata and Neji were
both lying on me. Haku and Shikamaru were cuddled up in a corner. And Sasuke
and Kiba were all over Chouji.
“Six man tent--three rooms. We should swipe one before they’re occupied,” Neji
whispered.
“No need,” Sasuke called out. “We’re all good friends here. It’s only 5:00.
We’ve got all night to get to know each other better in this tent. What do you
say, guys?”
Kiba and Neji exchanged looks before Kiba asked, “How about we invite a few
more people, then?”
“Sure,” Sasuke grinned. “The more the merrier.”
***** Make room *****
“We can make room, it’s all good,” Sasuke wrapped an arm around Shikamaru and
the two of them moved away from the entrance of the tent so the newcomers could
get in. Lee and Sai joined us with someone named Suigetsu and zipped the tent
back up.
“Drink this,” Neji whispered and passed a shot to Hinata.
I watched her toss that one back easier than her first one. Then again, she’d
had at least ten opportunities to practice. My eyes fell to her lips and I
shifted a little when I remembered they’d been around my cock. So much for that
whole non-sexual friendship thing we had goin’ on.
“I needa smoke,” Shikamaru groaned and shoved his hand into his pocket. “My
high’s wearing off and this is starting to become a real pain.”
“I bet now you’re happy I rolled a joint before we left, hm?” Haku wagged his
eyebrows and flicked the joint across the tent towards Shikamaru.
“There’s enough alcohol here. No need to waste your weed, Haku,” Chouji said.
“Too late,” Shikamaru was already halfway out of the tent.
“Mmm, keep goin’,” Kiba mumbled lazily from his corner of the tent. He was
lying down with his legs spread apart and he writhed his hips against Haku’s
swift hands.
“Don’t cum, yet,” Haku whispered. His hands worked over Kiba’s his skillfully.
“You’re drooling, Naruto,” Sasuke spoke in a slurred tone.
“Shut up, dick,” I could feel my face burn.
“Uh, Naruto,” Hinata’s eyes were heavy and her hand wrapped around my growing
erection. Was she really down for round two? Was she that kind of girl? I
hadn’t zipped up my pants from before, so it didn’t take much time for her
fingers to get to my cock.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kiba groaned. A string of pre-cum was leaking out of his
tip.
“How big are you, Naruto? You’re not the shrimp I remember,” Sasuke grinned.
“Does it matter?” I rolled my eyes and then felt soft lips wrap around my cock.
My head fell back, my jaw went slack and I closed my eyes. “Now that’s the
stuff.”
I enjoyed the sensation and let out a satisfied sighed. All eyes were on my
cock and the girl working on it. I have to admit, having so much attention was
actually turning me on more. Maybe I’m the exhibition type? My hips rocked a
bit and a soft hand came up to cup my balls.
“Fuck his mouth, Naruto,” A voice called out. Maybe Kiba? Wait…
His?
My eyes shot open just as Neji’s tongue flicked against the tip and I groaned
at the sight. No, I’m definitely not into guys. I’ve never wanted to fuck a
guy--and trust me, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to do so. But even so, Neji
looked so fucking hot. He was just as cock-hungry as Hinata was. And as if she
could read my mind, Hinata joined in. While her brother pleasured my tip, she
ran her tongue along the base.
Neji looked just as hot as any chick who’s ever sucked me off. Desire was heavy
in his eyes as he gave extra care to my balls.
I have to fuck him.
“Take this,” Sasuke held out an unfamiliar shot. It looked--rainbow? I didn’t
ask him what it was before I drank it. “My own special blend.”
Sai was massaging Sasuke’s crotch with his mouth as he talked. Somehow, Sasuke
managed to keep those boxers on his body as the night progressed, but that was
about to change in the next few seconds. Had Sai even had anything to drink?
“You guys are a close bunch,” Suigetsu looked a little uncomfortable. He was
one of the upperclassmen, so he didn’t hang with us as much. Man, this must’ve
been a hell of a first impression.
“What’s wrong? After you won’t be able to keep up?” Kiba was holding Haku’s
head down on his cock by now. The boy’s bare ass was sticking up and aimed
directly at Lee who had had two shots and was already slurring his words.
Such a light weight.
“These are my friends, Suigetsu!” Lee exclaimed drunkenly. “They are good and
close people. No need to worry. Just have a good time!”
Haku’s ass wiggled a bit and if Lee was going to say something else before
that, we would never hear it. He got up on his knees and ran a hand along
Haku’s cheeks. Lee’s bulge was faintly visible by now and I felt a little surge
of jealousy.
I have to fuck Haku, too.
Over the next few minutes, we all fooled around. None of us had stopped
drinking, but we definitely slowed the pace. Our main activity shifted to
touching someone else’s body, drinking went into the background. Somehow, we’d
all gotten mostly naked, with the exception of some people still wearing
underwear.
Lee was taking shots as he and Kiba spit roasted Haku. Sasuke was watching Sai
ride him while Suigetsu, who was starting to get a few more drinks in his
system, watched the both with his dick in his hands.
And let’s not forget Hinata and Neji. They definitely came from a family of
overachievers. I’m never had anyone ride me the way Hinata was. She was fast.
Too fast for my brain to actually process. The sensation was too good--almost
unbearable when you saddle it with the feeling of Neji sucking my balls.
“Switch places,” I demanded. My voice sounded eerily far-off. Hinata nodded and
eased herself off my cock. Before she could get off of me, Neji gripped her
hips and pushed her forward till she was practically sitting on my chest.
“No need for any of that,” Neji said. Hinata had made my cock nice and slippery
for him, but it was still a tight squeeze. He lowered himself on my cock slowly
and all the while, I noticed Hinata sitting back as well. When he started to
move, she moved her hips to the same rhythm. And that’s when I noticed his cock
lodged within her pussy. I can’t even begin to describe how hot it was.
Something about Neji’s cock in Hinata while he rode me--I could’ve came at any
minute just from the sight.
“Oh, fuck!” Kiba held down Haku’s head and judging by his motions, he was
taking the opportunity to shoot a load down his throat. Pure ecstasy consumed
him and for a moment, we made eye contact.
Who am I? Why do I feel this sudden desire to fuck everyone?
Because everyone can make me cum in different ways. So many holes--I can’t take
it.
Kiba hadn’t tapped out, yet. When he pulled his dick from Haku’s mouth, a trail
of cum came with it, “Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for another go,” He
said to no one and to everyone at the same time. He crawled over bodies and
unzipped the door of the tent. “I need a cigarette.”
Neji’s hole suddenly tensed around my cock and immediately brought my attention
back to the two people on top of me. Neji’s hands were on Hinata’s waste. As he
milked my cock, he was plowing into her and a mixture of his pre-cum and her
cum was pooling into my belly button. Her moans were sharp and juvenile, like
she was trying to keep up with his movements. So, is this what the two of them
did when they practiced martial arts, then?
A strange moment came when he gripped her waist and stared at me over her
shoulder. A look of sheer possession crossed his eyes and he increased the
pressure of his thrusts. With every movement, he fucked another desperate
whimper out of her while I watched. The sight made me a mixture of jealous,
angry and turned on.
After what seemed like forever of that constant rhythm, his pace suddenly
picked up. He dug his teeth into her neck and his ass tensed around my dick and
fuck--it was the best feeling.
His hips bucked forward wildly as he came inside of her, his mouth went slack
and his eyes fluttered. Their movements died down after a few more strokes and
I realized Hinata came as well. She was completely still afterwards, holding
herself up despite the ragged breath and worn out look in her eyes. This girl
was spent.
The two of them shifted off me and Neji reach forward and unzipped the opening
to another room in the tent. He nudged Hinata inside and crawled in himself.
The two of them were obviously going to sleep.
I guess we’ve got room for people to sleep over. Especially after tonight, I’m
definitely gonna spend most of tomorrow lying down.
“Naruto,” Sasuke gripped my shoulder with one hand and straddled me. His long
erection poked me in the stomach and I swallowed. It was hard for him to hold
himself up. I’m pretty sure he’d had the most drinks tonight. How was he not
throwing up by now? I would’ve passed out by now.
“I need you to fuck me,” He said. His fingers wrapped around my tip and he
aligned himself with my hole. I blinked a bit before I could register what
happened. The idea of sleeping with my roommate sounds like a bad one. I mean,
if we have sex on the regular it might get awkward to be seen with other
people, right? What if he thinks I’m bad? Sasuke gripped my neck and forced my
head up to make eye contact. “Get rid of those doubts and fuck, Naruto.”
Had I thought about fucking Sasuke before? Maybe so. We’ve been friends since
before we came to the academy, our parents lived next to each other. I’ve
probably caught myself looking at him in a sexual way once or twice when we
were kids. Back when I was really curious about sex, I was ready to stick my
dick in anything that would let me.
“I said fuck,” His grip tightened on my throat and he lowered himself on my
dick, stopping when I was filling him halfway. “Fuck me.”
I hated looking him in the eye. He always used his eyes to trick me--I’m not
even sure how. It was like some weird magic. Once Sasuke looks you in the eye,
you’d to basically anything he tells you.
My hips bucked upwards and I was lodged completely within him. When he closed
his eyes, I took it as an opportunity to get the upper hand. I gripped him and
turned us over so I could be on top. I drove my knees into the floor of the
tent and rammed my cock into him. He wasn’t prepared and his eyebrows knitted
together in sheer frustration, then he relaxed. I kept up the rapid pace and
let my head fall to his shoulder. Even now, he smelled like cinnamon. I had
this theory that it’s because he eats too many cinnamon rolls.
I had the perfect angle. I cock scraped against his g-spot and he began to
whimper. When I pulled out of him, firm hands gripped my ass cheeks and forced
my back into him. I groaned and wrapped my arms around the boy beneath me.
“You stay right there, Mr. Uzumaki,” Haku whispered from behind me. His breath
feathered my ear and his member traced along my crack. That was enough for me
to try to wiggle away. I’m aware by not that sex with a guy is just as good as
with a girl, but the idea of a dick in me? I can’t deal. That’s no way.
“I’m not going this,” I said, louder than expected.
“You’ll be fine,” Haku shifted his weight onto me, pinning me down. He slid
into me slowly and let his length stretch me. It was the weirdest feeling--
something I never thought I’d had to feel. Something I didn’t like.
“Get off,” A hiccup escaped my lips.
Haku shuttered on top of me and continued to ease his cock in like he didn’t
hear me. My breathing faltered and I involuntarily moved my hips to match his
initial thrust. The second forced my hips back down. The third kept me down.
And the forth made both me and Sasuke whimper. Haku was big. He could possibly
take the cake for being the biggest one in the tent, though I haven’t seen
Shikamaru’s dick.
Yet.
I didn’t expect to moan, but I found myself spreading my legs and begging for
more within a matter of seconds.
“Looks like you’re not so tough anymore,” A voice said above me. I looked up
through my hair and saw Kiba staring down at me. It hadn’t even registered to
me that he was hard against until his cock was in my mouth and his hands were
planted on my head.
The whole dynamic was tiring. None of them gave me time to rest. With Sasuke
writhing beneath me, Haku on top of me, and Kiba in front of me, I was at a
loss. It was nearly impossible to keep up.
“Here, hold him,” Kiba pulled his dick out of my mouth as Haku straightened me
up. A narrowed my eyes as he held a double shot up to my lips. “Take this,
you’re gonna need it.”
I gagged as the shot was shoved down my throat and tried to twist my head away.
My vision began to blur at that point and someone grabbed a fistful of my hair.
The last thing I could do before I passed out was groan.
***** The day after *****
Chapter Summary
     The day after the orgy and Naruto's just trying to catch up with what
     happened.
“You alright, Naruto?” I woke up to Sasuke waving a hand above my face
frantically. Though my vision was blurred, I could make out his outline
anywhere. The space behind him was bright and blinding. God, who turned on the
light? I shielded my eyes and sat up. No, scratch that.
I attempted to sit up.
As soon as I moved my upper half, pain shot through me like a bullet.
Everything hurt. My head, my stomach, my mouth, my ass...not to mention so
other parts that I didn’t even know could experience pain. I must’ve looked as
fucked as I felt, because Sasuke’s laugh pounded through my head, causing my to
shrink down and bring one palm up to my temple.
“Shut the fuck up,” I half-whined.
“What’s the matter? Party too much?”
Why didn’t he sound as awful as I felt? I’m pretty Sasuke everytime I looked at
Sasuke the other night he had a shot either in his hand or sliding down his
throat. But here he was, pestering me and...did I smell pancakes? No way in
hell he could pull that off.
“Naruto!” Another unwelcome voice shot through the air.
“Kiba!” I barked back. My voice lacked the joy that his had and replaced it
with venom. “Can you shut up?”
“Talk about a light-weight,” Kiba scoffed.
He was wearing an apron and had powder all over his face. How could he be
cooking? He was just as fucked up as I was. Same with Sasuke.
“You look confused,” Sasuke stated.
“How are you two not on the floor?” I groaned.
“Because we’re not bitches,” Kiba chuckled.
Sasuke laughed, “You honestly don’t remember? We didn’t drink nearly as much as
you did, Naruto.”
“But I saw you…”
“You saw us drinking,” Sasuke nodded. “But not pure vodka. Our shots were
mixed. Not to mention everyone was shoving things down your throat the entire
night. The objective wasn’t to get us drunk.”
“....it was to get me drunk?” I furrowed my eyebrows. If they wanted to get me
drunk, all they’d have to do is tell me I should be drunk and it’d happen. No
need for secrets and plans and objectives.
“Poor, innocent Naruto,” Kiba sighed and disappeared, going back to the
kitchen.
“We have parties like that all the time, Naruto,” Sasuke settled down on the
edge of my bed. “You just never come because you’re always fucking Ino.”
His voice grew more spiteful when he said her name. And he paused when he saw
me flinch.
“But...you’re not fucking her anymore,” It was more of a question than an
observation.
“It’s complicated,” My voice was weaker than I expected.
“Hm,” That’s why I liked Sasuke. He knew what was and wasn’t his business and
he knew not to pry. “Anyway, those things happen quite after. Last night was
the first time we all got drunk, though. Usually Shikamaru bring some weed and
we smoke for a few hours. Sex while you’re high is unbelievable. Nothing like
being drunk.”
“You say that like you think I’ll be doin’ that again,” I rolled my eyes.
“What’s the matter? You looked like you were havin’ fun.”
“I was drunk. Of course I was havin’ fun. But that was a once-only thing,
Sasuke.”
“Don’t be a prude.”
“Get out, I have to get dressed,” I gestured to the thin sheets that were
covering my body and Sasuke scoffed.
“You think it’s nothing I haven’t seen? Guess who tucked you in last night?”
There was a long pause.
“It was Lee, but I still watched.”
“No--don’t tell me I fucked Lee.”
Sasuke waved his hands, “No, Naruto. You dick was nowhere near Lee. But you
were definitely enjoying Neji. Didn’t know you have a thing for him.”
“I don’t.”
“Sure was fuckin’ him like you did.”
“Get out, Sasuke,” I picked up my pillow and smacked him with it.
“Alright, alright, I’m gonna help Kiba. But be out of bed in ten minutes. Don’t
want to kick off the weekend by staying in bed.”
 
Kiba, Sasuke and I ate breakfast and surprisingly I didn’t feel the need to
throw any of it up because of the massive hangover. I credit Kiba for that.
He’s had more hangovers than there are days in the week, it wasn’t surprising
that he knew what to make for them and what not to make. The two of them went
on talking about the other night like it was some sort of movie. I, on the
other hand, tried my best to keep my full attention on my plate.
“Didn’t expect Haku to be that big,” Kiba licked his lips.
“I wasn’t surprised,” Sasuke shrugged. “Someone like him--he comes with his own
special perks.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I broke in.
“Oh, now he’s interested,” Sasuke said to Kiba. “Only took ten minutes. We
should’ve brought up Haku first.”
“Very funny,” I grumbled. Smart ass.
“Haku’s androgyny is what pulls people in. Dude looks like a lady,” Kiba chewed
on his food and spoke. “It would only make sense that he’s got a big dick, too.
The whole package. How’d it feel, Naruto?”
Shit.
I lowered my head. Was there even a correct response to that? My ass hurt. My
ass definitely hurt. I wasn’t expecting to be penetrated, nor did I want to be.
I think? I mean, sure it felt good. But my g-spot is literally up my ass, same
as any other guy. So, of course it felt good.
“I hear we’re getting a new roommate,” Sasuke wiped his face with his napkin.
“He’s supposed to move in later today.”
“Moving in on a Saturday? When’s that ever happen?” Kiba questioned.
“According to Tsunade, the kid comes from money. And he and his folks were on
vacation during the week. Today’s the only day he can move in.”
“A rich roommate?” I grinned. “You know what that means?”
“It’s means he’ll be a dick,” Kiba interjected.
“It means we’ll be able to have nice stuff,” I said.
“He hasn’t even moved in and you’re already using him,” Sasuke shook his head.
“What’s the guy’s name?” Kiba asked.
Sasuke shrugged at that. I looked down at my watch--it was already noon. If
that guy was going to move in, he would be doing it in the next few hours.
Truth be told, I didn’t want to be here when he got here. And I knew for sure
that Sasuke and Kiba didn’t want to be, either. Meeting the new guy would be
fun, but meeting his parents was something we could all do without.
All of our families met each other when the three of us first moved in. And
immediately, none of them liked each other. Sasuke’s other brother Itachi was
his legal guardian, and he was a little high maintenance. My dad--er, foster
dad if you wanna be technical, though he seemed a bit stuck up. Itachi thought
Kiba’s folks smelled like wet dog and Kiba’s mom took it upon herself to hit on
my dad. He declined and she’s hated him since.
That wasn’t the only reason we didn’t want to meet this guy’s people. It’s just
that--parents are awkward as fun. And when they meet us, they know something’s
up. We’ve have three different roommates since the semester started. There was
one guy named Shino who’s dad took one look at the three of us and demanded his
son be assigned to another suite. One guy named Omoi simply worried too often
that we’ve had a police raid on our hands if we kept letting Shikamaru and his
crew smoke in the suite. And then there was Nawaki--Granny Tsunade’s little
brother. Apparently he was her half brother, there’s no way her mom was young
enough to produce him. Not when Granny herself is ancient.
But one of us had to be here when they moved in. It was a rule for moving in
during the middle of the year. To make sure nothing was stolen or there wasn’t
an extra key made.
“I’ll stay,” Kiba spoke up. Sasuke and I raised our eyebrows at him and he
added. “You two are already inseparable, it was like I’d already lost, anyway.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes for what felt like the eighth time today. Or was that
me?
“If you’re gonna be a little bitch about it, I’ll stay,” I rested my hand on
the table. All this gravity was making me nauseous.
“Thanks, Cum dump,” He exclaimed and Sasuke immediately jumped up and yanked
him out of the room.
Cum dump? What the fuck did he call me? I bolted up, but the sudden movement
was too overwhelming for me to continue standing. What did he mean by that?
Wait a minute.
Did...Haku…?
And that’s what pushed me over the edge. That’s what made me fall to the ground
and puke up what little breakfast I go down. I heard Kiba yell something from
the living room and then I collapsed beside the vomit.
 
So, I passed out again. And I woke up in my bed again. But Sasuke wasn’t there.
And neither was Kiba. The suite was entirely empty. I muttered a profanity and
rolled over onto my stomach to look at the clock. It was half past three. How
was I out for another 3 hours, though? How did I already lose so much of my
day?
As if the universe wanted to remind me that I didn’t, in fact, have a day,
there was a noise at the front door. The noisy lock broke through the suite. I
sat up and reached for the nearest T-shirt before lifting myself out of bed.
Right, the damn new roommate finally decided to show up. I dragged my feet as I
left my room. Might as well make myself available for helping them move in
shit. As I turned the corner,  my eyes took in red hair and pale skin. I looked
the guy up and down. Was he wearing eyeliner?
“Hi…” I halted. “Uh, I’m Naruto.”
The guy’s eyes were locked on mine and he stared at me with this--this
emptiness. But like he was staring into my soul. Creepy.
“Gaara,” He muttered, still staring at me. “That is my name.”
“Gaara,” I repeated. Seemed easy enough to remember. “So, where are your
folks?”
“It’s only me,” He said. “No one else will be helping me move in.”
Weird.
“Okay--what about your stuff? You need help carryin’ up any more bags or
boxes?”
“No, I don’t have much. I can move it myself. Thank you,” He turned and walked
towards the other end of the suite where he and Kiba’s rooms were.
This was the rich kid we were going to live with? All in all, I watched him
carry four bags and one large chest into his bedroom before he show the door,
leaving me dumbfounded in the living room. That didn’t necessarily go like I
expected it to go. And he wasn’t the type of guy I expected to share a home
with. Not to sound like a total dick.
After about ten minutes of waiting, I decided there was no point in sticking
around. He obviously didn’t want to make conversation and I wasn’t going to sit
in the suite all day on a Saturday afternoon.
I threw on my old jogging suit and tied a black bandana around my forehead.
Sasuke and Kiba were probably out smoking with someone. That was pretty much
the only thing to do around here on a Saturday afternoon. And since Shikamaru
was the most prominent dealer on campus, there was little doubt that they were
with him.
He lived a few doors down from us with Chouji and two other guys that I’d never
met. I didn’t spend too much time around them, because I didn’t see the appeal
of getting high. I’ve smoked once so far and I felt nothing. I’m thoroughly
convinced it’s just a placebo. Still, that shouldn’t make hanging out with them
completely boring.
I stepped up to the door and knocked. Almost immediately, I heard frantic
scrambling and whispered yelling on the other side of the door.
“Sasuke!” I sighed.
The noise ceased.
Kiba opened the door and yanked me in by my collar.
“Are you crazy, knocking like that? I almost jumped out the window,” He
growled.
The entire living room was fogged, smoke settled in the air and the aroma
punched me in the face. My eyes shifted to everyone in the room. Kiba, Sasuke,
and Chouji. They all looked sufficiently stoned, except for Shikamaru. But I
think stoned is his default mood.
“Christ, what have you guys been doing?” I narrowed my eyes and trudged through
the smoke.
“Is that a serious question?” Shikamaru plopped down on his couch, followed by
Sasuke.
“Recalling last night’s events. Filling Shikamaru in on what he’d missed out
on,” Sasuke looked at Shikamaru as he finished his sentence, leaning closer to
him.
Shikamaru didn’t seem phased, “I don’t know if that’s the right way to word it.
Sounds like I missed a whole lot of nothing. I don’t see the point in
mindlessly fucking in a tent. Seems kind of juvenile to me.”
“Someone sounds jealous,” Kiba teased.
Shikamaru mumbled something under his breath and picked up the bong on the
table.
“Did you meet him?” Sasuke asked me.
I nodded with a little bit of uncertainty. Technically I did meet him, but
Sasuke was asking an entirely different question. A question I didn’t really
know the answer to. What was he like?
“He came in and shut himself in his room,” I shrugged and sat down next to
Shikamaru.
Kiba laughed, “At least we know he won’t be much trouble. I’ll take reclusive
over straight up dick any day.”
“His name’s Gaara,” I told them. “His parents didn’t even help him move in. He
was able to carry everything up with him on a cart. Didn’t even bring his own
food.”
“Hope he doesn’t expect me to share mine,” Kiba snorted.
“We’ll be decent roommates,” Sasuke raised his voice in the most nonchalant
way. “If he needs anything, we’ll give it to him. If he leaves, we’ll get
someone else. And the next might not be so passive.”
“He’s got a point,” Shikamaru exhaled a cloud of thick smoke and passed the
bong to Sasuke. “You might not get that lucky next time.”
“Lucky? The guy practically stared me down,” I scoffed.
“Could’ve been worse,” Shikamaru stated. He light the bowl of the bong for
Sasuke and watched him inhale.
“Is he cute?” Kiba asked me.
How the hell was I supposed to know that? “I wasn’t looking for that.”
“We all know your type, Naruto. Femininity makes you squeal like a bitch,” He
chuckled.
“Right,” Shikamaru interjected. “Mind filling me in on that?”
“There’s nothing to tell,” I told him.
“Not what I’m hearing.” Shikamaru was always so calm, even when he was jabbing
at people. How does he do that? Was he just that stoned?
“We all fucked while you were enjoying your joint,” Sasuke shrugged. “That’s
pretty much what you missed. Then again, that’s what you always miss, isn’t
it?”
“I like to know where my stuff’s going in those types of situations. Sticking
it in whatever hole’s available isn’t my style,” He explained. “Not to knock
your habits. I don’t care what you guys do, just leave me to my own things.”
“In other words, you went to jack off while we were getting down?” Kiba asked.
“Sure, let’s go with that,” There was really no getting under Shikamaru’s skin.
“So, Naruto, you fucked Haku.”
He didn’t look at me. Instead, he leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. I
sat there with my jaw dropped and searched for something to say. Why would I
admit out loud that I had sex with another dude? I mean, yeah, most of them
were there when it happened. Hell, I even fucked Sasuke. But Haku was
different--he was inside of me. It felt right and brutal at the same time.
After I woke up the second time, I remembered a little more of the other night.
I’d had a painfully hard erection while he was inside of me, even though I was
out cold. I woke up a couple times during, but I couldn’t really focus long
enough.
“Haku fucked him,” Kiba announced it for me. “Not the other way around. You
should’ve seen it. Naruto actually looks better when he’s bent over. Who knew?”
“I’m going to punch you in the mouth,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Why don’t you smoke, Naruto?” Sasuke slid the bong towards my side of the
table. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“I don’t feel bad,” I pointed out. “He just won’t shut the fuck up about it.”
“Then it’ll make you not give a shit,” Sasuke’s voice dropped to a dangerous
level. One that he only used when he really wanted to get through to you. A
voice that was like a snake. It could strangle you to death with it’s words.
I picked up the bong and studied it. I’ve never used anything like this. They
handed me a lighter and I started at them one by one to see how I did this.
“Just light the bowl and inhale,” Shikamaru sighed, still staring at the
ceiling.
I did as he said and inhaled for--I don’t even know how long. Till my lungs
hurt and then I coughed out the contents of my lungs. There was still thick
smoke in the neck of the bong, which Kiba grabbed away from me and claimed as
his own.
“I don’t see a reason to regret what you did,” Shikamaru said to me.
“Ultimately the only reason it’s so bad is because you believe it is.”
“What?” I sat up.
“There are worse things than sex with Haku. Though, I would keep that to
yourself. His boyfriend’s the violent type,” Shikamaru shut his eyes.
“His boyfriend?” I didn’t know he had a boyfriend? I don’t do well with these
types of things. Word always get out.
“Zabuza, right?” Chouji grunted. “Damn, that guy’s the worst. I hate his guts.”
“He’s got no problem knocking Haku out for any little thing,” Shikamaru said.
“Just imagine what he’d do to you if he found out you fucked his boyfriend?”
Shikamaru’s voice leaked with an emotion that I’d never exactly picked up on
him having. He always seemed so impenetrable. Like nothing got to him and there
was no way to throw him off. But was that jealousy I was getting? A tiny shred
of anger?
“I’ve never heard of him,” I said.
“Of course, you haven’t. You’ve been avoiding his class like the plague. He’s
the head gym coach.” Shikamaru noted.
“What?” So, Haku was involved with a teacher? Good for him--bad for me. His
boyfriend haven’t some type of authority didn’t help me in the slightest,
especially if he found out about what happened.
“As long as no one from the other night spills any beans, we should be fine,”
Sasuke said nonchalantly.
“Don’t be too worried, Naruto,” Shikamaru told me. “Zabuza’s easy to avoid,
anyway.”
“Right…” I wanted to feel nervous, I really did. That’s the natural emotional
reaction to something like this, right? To feel nervous--scared shitless, even?
But I felt nothing. My eyes drifted to the ceiling, just like Shikamaru. I
sighed and shook my head. “Wow, I really didn’t sign up for this.”
“If it’s so bad, then don’t have sex with Haku, again,” Shikamaru suggested it
like it would answer all of my problems. And he was sort of right--fucking Haku
once wasn’t nearly as bad as fucking him again. If I just left it at that, I
won’t be in any more trouble than I already am. Besides, I didn’t like a dick
in my ass that much. Not enough to actively pursue it.
But damn, that felt good. I shifted on the couch as I remembered the feeling of
Haku’s cock filling me up. The mixture of pleasure and pain was unparalleled so
far. And he had all of the right movements…
I licked my lips and brought my knees up to my chest to mask my developing
erection.
These fucking thoughts. Where are they even coming from?
“Are you alright, Naruto?” Sasuke asked me. I snapped back to attention and
nodded dumbly.
Kiba and Sasuke’s eyes were on me, but Shikamaru and Chouji seemed to have
other things on their mind. Or maybe they just didn’t want to draw any more
attention towards me? Or maybe they didn’t care?
“I’ve--gotta go. I gotta do--the thing,” I blinked and stood up. When I reached
the front door, Kiba called out for me, but I kept going. He didn’t follow me
out.
 
“You haven’t called me in days,” Ino clung to my sleeve and melted into me. I
pursed my lips and tried to look anywhere but at her as I paced further into
her apartment. At this point, I was desperate for a fuck. I was able to conceal
my boner long enough to get to someone who could relieve it. Ino was the only
one I was fucking on the regular. As much as I didn’t want it, my body was in
dire need.
I plopped down on the couch and she was immediately on top of me, straddling
me.
“You’re doing a terrible job of obeying, Naruto,” She taunted, rolling her hips
against me. It sent a mixture of ecstasy and hatred through me. My hands
instinctively grabbed her waist to guide her motions. She giggled when I sighed
and gripped my cock through my pants. “I think I have to remind you that you’re
mine.”
“I don’t belong to you,” I was nearly breathless.
She squeezed my bulge and shook her head, “If you can’t say the right thing,
then don’t say anything at all.”
I narrowed my eyes and channeled all of my hatred into the stare, “Just get me
off.”
She paused for a moment and a look of annoyance crossed her features, “There
you go, again.”
Still, she stripped down to nothing and hovered above me, unzipping my pants to
reveal my throbbing member. The annoyed look was quickly replaced with one of
utter satisfaction as she lowered herself onto my cock.
“I’ll never get used to how big you are, Naruto,” You should see Haku.
Fuck, stop thinking about that. He’s not here and you’re not interested in him.
But still, his cock was a force to be reckoned with. I felt my cock twitch
inside of Ino, something that she also felt judging by the look on her face.
She bit her lip as I pumped upwards. I was still a little high from the one hit
of the bong--I guess that’s the downside of never really smoking weed. I was
able to get high easily. Since I was high, I couldn’t control my thoughts as
well as I’d like to. They kept drifting back to Haku--and even Kiba. I’d never
been facefucked before, but that was unbelievable. If that was what girls felt
when I did it to them, they were benefitting more than I was.
So, you like sucking dick, then?
I furrowed my eyebrows at the thought. It didn’t sound right at all. Not
exclusively dick. Pussy was good, too. Maybe both?
Ino tightened around me and bucked wildly against me.
Yes, definitely both.
But I’ve had my fill of girls--at least for the time being. The feeling of cock
was new and exciting--I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to have more.
***** Mind fucker *****
Chapter Notes
     Another get-together occurs in Naruto's suite.
I’m not sure what happened. It was like that declaration in my head of liking
cock was trying to prove itself. I almost didn’t recognize myself. Girls were
fun to fuck--and I still did it. But when I added dick to the menu, this turned
into a whole new story.
I was on my knees, worshiping his cock with my mouth. My fingers ran up and
down the length, smearing the spit and pre-cum. His trembling fingers ran
through my hair and I made eye contact with him. Honestly, I didn’t pin Chouji
for the sexual type. I mean, yeah, he was there that night, but I didn’t watch
him nor was I anywhere near him. But I wish I was.
He was big and rough. Chouji’s cock was nine inches of thickness and he knew
how to use it. And it was because of him that I had to learn how to deepthroat
fairly quickly.
He had no self control and fucked my face like it was the last thing he was
going to do. He was a wild fuck, just the way I liked ‘em.
“Take it all,” He demanded, pushing my head down on his cock. His hips rocked
against my mouth and I could feel his heart beating. He rode my face for a full
minute before he came down my throat. His rough grunts lessened in their
intensity with every thrust.
“There you go,” He cooed to my, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I immediately
began to gag and wipe off my mouth. “I don’t know when you became such a slut,
Naruto, but keep it up.”
He meant when I started fucking guys.
I stood up and grabbed my shirt off the headboard before I walked to the door.
Chouji called out a tired goodbye before I got to the living room. Shikamaru
was on the couch watching some sort of cartoon. I think I’d see it before, but
never in it’s entirety. A juvenile comedy, I think.
“Looks like you’re finally done,” There was a hint of irritation in his voice.
“Yeah, yeah, what’s it to you?” I pulled on my shirt. Shikamaru’s been a bigger
dick as usual, and not in the good way. Unlike before when he expressed
neutrality towards me, now he was full on rude. I mean, sure, I was fucking one
of his roommates. But it wasn’t any different from me fucking Ino or someone
else in the group.
“Hope you’re using a condom. Wouldn’t want to catch something,” He muttered.
There was a moment of silence between us and I saw him bite his lip.
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes and went out the front door.
Sasuke was back in the suite attempting to watch a horror film with Gaara. It
wasn’t going the way he planned. The three of us had decided to give the kid a
chance. He wasn’t the most annoying person in the world--in all honesty he was
kind of cute in a murderous way. We agreed to try to include him on more
things. Smoking, playing video games, watching movies. Sasuke was curled up on
the far end of the couch while Gaara remained unphased by the plot of the film.
“This makes no sense,” He said lowly.
“You guys look stupid,” I scoffed and shut the door behind myself.
“Looks like someone’s back. So, what’d he do this time?” Sasuke asked,
immediately perking up. “Did you get a picture?”
Sasuke and I were getting closer, and I didn’t even think that was possible.
Who knew we would bond over sex? Since the two of us were finally on the same
page in that area, our conversations went a little more smoothly. Mostly
chatting about sexual details.
“I told you, I’m not talkin’ a picture,” I chuckled and took the spot between
them on the couch. “Where’s Kiba?”
“He’s at some study session. Found out he’s got to get an A on this next exam
to be able to pass Chemistry. Orochimaru-sensei just refuses to go easy on him
sometimes,” Sasuke shrugged innocently. So, Kiba was out getting fucked instead
of actually doing his homework? Typical. So, were all three of us just terrible
sexual deviants? How is Gaara gonna survive this?
But he seemed to be taking it well. He didn’t seem to care when we all spilled
our details. He remained among us, though he didn’t speak. Maybe he was
visualizing them? To be honest, he wouldn’t have to do that if he just asked.
No doubt one of us would be willing to take one for the team.
“Anyone comin’ over tonight?” I asked.
“Neji and Shikamaru are coming over now. I think they invited a few people,”
Sasuke said. “Tonight’s a smoke night.”
“C’mon, why don’t we get a few beers?” I wasn’t a big fan of smoking. I still
haven’t ever been exceptionally high. I don’t think it had a very big affect on
me.
“If you pay for beers, you can have them,” Sasuke murmured. “Itachi’s not gonna
use any more of his money--he cut me off for the month.”
“I thought he spoiled you rotten?” I asked coyly.
“Don’t be a perv, I wouldn’t fuck my own brother,” Sasuke spat out defensively.
“Calm down, that’s not what I was sayin’,” Sasuke used to tell me about the
times Itachi would catch him naked. We were both thoroughly convinced it wasn’t
an accident. See, Itachi had pictures of Sasuke all around the house,
especially in his bedroom. His fascination with his younger brother, mixed with
all of the circumstances in which he’d accidentally walked into Sasuke’s room
while he was naked--it was linked. According to Sasuke, Itachi even rubbed one
out while watching him sleep--or at least he thought Sasuke was asleep.
“Anyway, we’re smoking,” Sasuke grunted. “It’ll be fine.”
“Whatever.”
“You gonna chill tonight, Gaara?” Sasuke rested his forearm on the back of the
couch and nudged Gaara with his other hand. Suddenly, he was in that mode. The
one where he was really nice to you but ultimately wanted something. Usually it
was sex.
“I’m tired,” Gaara said.
“Come on, you’ll have fun. Maybe we can turn it into a group sleepover. I know
Naruto enjoyed out last one…”
“Sasuke!” I barked.
“I don’t care what happened. I want no part in this one,” Gaara told us.
“Half an hour--that’s all I’m askin’ for,” Sasuke insisted.
Gaara’s poker face remained, but he nodded, “Thirty minutes.”
 
He was here. Sitting across from me. Haku hadn’t so much as laid eyes on me
since he arrived. Instead, he kept his attention on the bong that was being
passed around. I noticed the fingerprints embedded in his wrists--as if he were
struggling to get away from someone. Wait, he did have that boyfriend. Zabuza?
Could he really be beating Haku that badly? There were faint fingerprints
around his throat, though the looked like they were weeks old.
Still, even with all the bruises he still looked irresistible. I don’t know
when I started to fully embrace my attraction to him.
“You’re drooling,” Kiba whispered in my ear. He’d been massaging my thigh under
the table for the past fifteen minutes and I realized that high Kiba is really
horny. I licked my lips and looked down at the table. They were rolling blunts
to pass around with the bongs. When Sasuke said this was a smoking night, he
wasn’t kidding.
Gaara hadn’t left. I guess he was enjoying the attention from Sasuke. Right
now, the Uchiha was draped around him and chuckling like an idiot. God, he was
blushing. This kid wasn’t like us. If Sasuke didn’t watch out, Gaara was gonna
end up falling for him. And that’s one problem we don’t need in the suite.
I strained my ear in an attempt to make out what Sasuke was whispering to him.
“...8 inches....” Sasuke’s words came to me in bits and pieces. “....yours….”
Sasuke, please, man.
“Rolling a blunt’s different than rolling a joint,” Shikamaru said. “I need
more than a few seconds to do this shit.”
He already had three rolled, and now he was working on the last one. There was
no way we’d b e able to mask the smell of all of this--but that was a worry for
the future. Once they were all ready, Kiba, Sasuke, Shikamaru, and Haku sparked
them up and passed them. I can’t begin to explain how much smoke filled the
room at that point. After five minutes of smoking, all of our eyes became
bloodshot.
“Those are some weird freckles,” Kiba leaned into me and poked my cheek with
his finger. “Like little whiskers. Are you a kitty?”
What the hell was he talking about?
Sasuke’s lips were all of Gaara’s neck at this point, leaving deep red marks
all over his skin. Gaara looked a bit uncomfortable, but he let Sasuke
continue. And I didn’t doubt it felt good, too. Sasuke is good at what he does,
no denying that.
Haku leaned against Shikamaru. His eyes were fluttering, but he was speaking.
Shikamaru leaned his head down to listen and smirked.
“Unbelievable,” He told Haku, chuckling. “Fine. Do what you want.”
And for the first time, Haku and I made eye contact. I drew in a breath and
held the connection, trying my hardest not to blink. He could look away.
He stood up and smoothed out his shirt before walking off--in the direction of
my bed room? I glanced around and noticed no one looked up from what they were
doing. We were all sufficiently stoned. I think it’s safe to say I was safe.
I stood up and followed him into my bedroom where I shut the door and locked
it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up to press me against
the wall. Part of me was shocked. I knew he was strong, but this was completely
unexpected. He rolled his hips into me and I felt the outline of his thick
member.
“I need you to get these off,” He lowered me to the ground in order for me to
take off my pants. I did so in less than thirty seconds and he had me back in
the air. His cock was pressed against my hole and leaking with pre-cum. How
long had he been wanting to fuck me? This was far too turned on for a spur of
the moment thing.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Once again, I did as I was told. Haku stuck a tiny sheet of paper on my tongue.
“Keep it in your mouth for as long as you can, then swallow it,” He directed
me. “It’ll make this a little more pleasant.”
What did he mean by that?
I didn’t get time to think before he forced his cock inside me. He gripped my
thighs and pushed downward, impaling me on his member. My head hit the wall
behind me and I whimpered.
Right, that’s what his cock felt like. So good--just like I remember. God, I
missed this.
He fucked me against the wall, lubricating my ass with his own pre-cum. His
thrusts were hard, painful even. The thought to ask him to soften up crossed my
mind, but I didn’t want to throw him off. He was scraping against my prostate
in the best way, I couldn’t stop him.
“Fuck,” He shuddered and jerked suddenly. He was going to cum.
“Not yet,” I begged. “More.”
He ignored my plea and grasped me tighter. His breathing was heavy and ragged
and the best noise I think I’d ever hear. He pulled out and jerked his cock,
aiming it at my stomach. An irresistible noise left him when he came, shooting
thick white ropes all over me.
I leaned in to kiss him, but he caught me by my chin and shook his head.
“Save the intimacy for another time, Naruto,” He said, still trying to catch
his breath.
I swallowed in frustration and something went down my throat. I must’ve made a
look, because Haku chuckled.
“I’m surprised you didn’t swallow the paper during,” He said.
“What is it, anyway?”
“You mean you just put strange things in your mouth whenever a stranger tells
you to? That can’t be very healthy,” He said coyly.
He lowered me to the ground and straightened himself out.
“Might want to change shirts,” He waved a hand before opening the bedroom door
and stepping out.
I looked down at my cum-stained t-shirt. It had seeped through to my stomach
and I could feel the substance drying on my skin. I sighed and attempted to
walk towards my dresser. I didn’t get off, but my legs felt as wobbly as any
orgasm would’ve made them feel.
I grabbed the easiest shirt to find, there was no point in rummaging through to
find a certain one. After I swapped them out and managed to re-organize myself,
I walked back out into the living room.
Everyone was stoned off their asses.
More people had arrived in the short time Haku and I were in my room. There
were a good twenty or so people in my suite, some of them I hadn’t even met
yet.
“Naruto,” I whirled around to come face to face with Hinata. Her cheeks were
red and she kept her eyes on the ground, but she seemed to be smiling. “It’s
good to see you, again.”
Wait, that’s right--I hadn’t seen Hinata since that night.
Neji came up behind her and held up a tightly rolled joint. She hesitated for a
moment before taking it. She took a short drag before trying to pass it back to
him. He shook his head and said, “It’s yours.”
She looked at the joint with mild confusion.
“Not very big on smoking?” I asked.
“Not with others,” She admitted. “Neji and I usually do it alone.”
I scoffed, “Are we still talkin’ about smoking?”
She flinched for a moment and looked away, quickly bringing the joint to her
lips. Sasuke and Gaara caught my attention in the corner of the room. Sasuke
was pinning him to the wall by his wrists and grinding against him while he
attacked his neck. Poor Gaara looked a little bit uncomfortable. He struggled
to get Sasuke off of him, though he was too high to even move.
“I’ll be right back,” I mumbled to Hinata and made my way over to them. I
nearly tripped over a collapsed Chouji--he’d chosen to nap on the ground.
“Sasuke,” I raised my voice over the background music Shikamaru played. “I
gotta talk to you.”
“I’m busy,” His lips barely left Gaara’s neck, who continued to squirm
underneath him.
“Sasuke, we gotta talk.”
“Get lost, Naruto.”
“Sasuke!” I grabbed his shoulder and forced him around.
“The fuck is your problem?” He shoved me backwards. “What do you want?”
I pulled him by his arm into the nearest hall and shoved him against the wall,
“What the hell do you think you’re doin’? You wanna ruin shit with this
roommate?”
“What are you talkin’ about?”
“You’re all over him and he’s not interested,” Did he seriously not understand?
“He never said anything to me about it,” Sasuke grunted. “You need to keep your
nose out of other people’s business.”
“He’s not into it, Sasuke.”
“Everyone’s into me,” Sasuke grinned. “That’s the thing. Even if you don’t want
me, you want me. Isn’t that right, Naruto?”
Damn it, he’s stubborn.
“It’s not--”
“We’ve got drinks!” Kiba burst through the front door and I was immediately hit
with a wavy of confusion. I could’ve sworn he was already here. Where did he
go? When did he leave? He was holding two handles of vodka. Behind him, Sai
carried in the juice for the chasers.
“It’s a party, Naruto,” Sasuke whispered in my ear before patting my shoulder.
“Let loose.”
He didn’t go back to Gaara. Instead, he slipped out to the balcony. Gaara
didn’t seem affected--his face still lacked any real emotion other than
disinterest. I expected him to get up and go to his room, but he sunk down to
the couch. Shikamaru held out a pipe to him.
“There you are,” I tensed up as Ino rounded the corner and locked arms with me.
“I haven’t seen you in days.”
Fuck.
“Why’re you here?” I ended things with Ino. The last time we slept together, I
told her I was done. Unfortunately, she can’t take the hint. Any excuse to be
around me, she takes. Following me around, trying to push me into discreet
rooms, the whole thing.
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” She asked in a flirty tone.
“Get off me, Ino,” I twisted out of her grip. “You can stay, but stay away from
me.”
I was able to get away from her without any type of protest, aside from the
pout on her lips. I rejoined Hinata and Neji in the corner of the room. The two
of them were fairly close--too close for me to actually get in a word. It was
moreso Neji than Hinata. She wanted to include me, but Neji had this weird
possessive thing going on. Every time Hinata said anything to me, he’d pass the
pipe back to her and urge her to smoke.
I’d been hearing rumors about the two of them around school lately. Apparently
the Hyuga family’s got some skeletons in the closet. Their dad was caught
getting a blow job from his twin brother. Or maybe it was the other way around?
Either way, that’s why the two of them were sent to Konoha Academy. Authorities
didn’t think that was a fit environment for kids to grow up in. Kids around
school started to assume the same about Hinata and Neji, since they were so
close and Neji automatically had a stick up his ass every time a guy spoke to
Hinata.
Since I basically had a threesome with them both, I can verify all of it. But I
didn’t go around the school telling people. These small get-togethers that we
had seemed to have the unofficial rule that we wouldn’t speak of it outside of
the event itself. Not to anyone who wasn’t there. It was partially a privacy
thing. But most of the reasoning was chalked up to the fact that we’d all get
thrown out of the academy if authorities found out.
“Toss it back, Naruto!” Kiba stumbled into my arms and shoved a glass at me.
The liquid was red with little fruits swimming around. “My own little mix.”
I took a sip of the mysterious drink and let me tell you--Kiba’s bartending was
no joke. It’s pretty much what he aimed to be after school. Working at a bar or
a night club. So, he put everything he had into our drinks.
“This is--” I paused. Wait, I can taste it. No, like literally taste every
particle of the drink. I stared at the glass for a moment before setting it
back down. When I glanced around the room, it was almost like a panorama--
everyone was completely still. Or was I just moving too quickly?
“You okay?” Kiba slapped my cheek lightly. “Did I make it too strong for you,
lightweight?”
“I don’t think it matters how much alcohol you give him at this point,” Haku
chuckled from the couch. He was straddling Shikamaru’s lap and grinding into
him while the seemingly disinterested Shikamaru held Haku’s waist to keep him
from falling. Though most of his attention was on his conversation with Gaara.
What was that feeling? Jealousy? I had no clue Haku was interested in
Shikamaru. Part of me wanted to throw a tantrum, but this was a party. No room
for that. On the bright side, Shikamaru had other things on his mind.
“You look like you’re gonna fall over,” Kiba’s voice sounded far off. He
gripped my arm and pulled me. In that moment, my body literally felt like air.
I landed on the couch and my body bounced for a good fifteen seconds. “Stay
there, finish your drink or somethin’.”
I was sitting right next to Shikamaru and Haku. I could feel my throat drying
up as I tried to not be aware of them. But it was nearly impossible with Haku
rolling his hips like that. Not only that, but the way he groaned into
Shikamaru’s neck. How could Shikamaru stand to ignore that irresistible sound?
I could hear it from here.
I must’ve been more focused on his movements than I thought, because I didn’t
see his hand moving until I felt that pressure on my cock through my clothes.
The feeling was overwhelming. So fucking overwhelming.
My eyes drifted down to Shikamaru and Haku’s grinding crotches. Haku’s erection
was pressed against his jeans, begging to be let out. So, he really was as
insatiable as people said he was. I guess my two experiences weren’t enough to
measure that. Shikamaru, on the other hand, didn’t have a massive bulge. I’d
say he was more interested in smoking in this moment than anything else--maybe
his conversation with Gaara, as well. Still, that didn’t see to stop Haku from
working on both of us.
“You’re definitely a long way from home,” Shikamaru chuckled at Gaara. His
hands never left Haku’s waist. It was like he could multitask with someone
riding his dick.
“I am. But this place is better,” Gaara stated surely.
“Thanks,” It came out of me like a groan. I let my head fall back on the couch
and my eyes were partially closed.
“Even Sasuke, hm?” Shikamaru sounded amused.
“Yes,” There wasn’t any hesitation in Gaara’s voice. “Even Sasuke.”
Haku’s hand let my junk and rested on Shikamaru’s chest. He pressed it forehead
against Shikamaru’s in an attempt to get attention.
“It’s rude to interrupt a conversation,” Shikamaru shoved Haku off of him in
the most nonchalant way possible. He fell on me and huffed, though he stayed in
my lap.
“You’re such a child,” Hake mumbled and cut his eyes away from Shikamaru,
focusing on me. In an obnoxiously loud voice, he asked me, “Did you enjoy me
fucking you earlier, Naruto?”
Heads turned towards us and some conversations ceased.
“When did you two have the time to fuck? I haven’t even gotten laid, yet,” Kiba
sounded frustrated.
“Don’t do this, now,” Shikamaru grumbled at him.
“You always take my cock like a champ,” Haku pressed on. “Whining and wiggling
around. Such a good little slut.”
I had no clue why he was talking to me like this, but if his job was to get me
hard then he succeeded.
“I was surprised your hole was still tight,” He admitted to me. “I heard you’ve
been fucking guys left and right since I got to you.”
“Haku, stop it,” Shikamaru continued to mumble, though he looked thoroughly
disinterested in whatever Haku had to say.
“I just--” I was cut off by Haku.
“How many people in this room have you fucked?” He asked me.
I glanced around and began counting with my eyes. There was Chouji and Sasuke
and Ino--who else? Neji and Hinata--I only gave Kiba a blowjob, so I’m not
quite sure if he counts.
“Good job, Uzumaki,” Haku ruffled my hair and lifted himself off me.
I sat there dumbfounded as he walked away.
“He’s a dick,” Shikamaru said to me. “Don’t take anything he does to heart.”
“What just happened?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. C’mon, let’s smoke this on the balcony,” He
stood up and held up a blunt, He held out his other hand to help me up and the
three of us filed outside--I guess Gaara took a real liking to Shikamaru. Then
again, nearly everybody did.
“It’s chilly out,” I commented.
“Then get a jacket, you live here,” Shikamaru sparked up the blunt.
The idea of going back into that smoke filled room--I wasn’t into it. Not right
now, at least. And not while so many problematic people were roaming around.
He passed the blunt to Gaara, first, “Don’t fall for Haku.”
“Who said I was falling? I’ve had sex with him, that doesn’t equal love,” I
stuttered.
“He’s got a way of taking over your mind,” He said.
The blunt came to me and I took a long drag. Smoking over the course of the
night kind of numbed my lungs, so I was able to inhale more without feeling the
burn.
“What? By giving you the best sex of your life?”
“You’re into him, aren’t you? Doesn’t matter how he gets into your head, bottom
line is that he can do it.”
“May I speak?” Gaara faced outwards, looking onto the rest of campus. “I agree
with Shikamaru. Just from what I have seen.”
“No one was askin’ you,” I handed the blunt over to Shikamaru.
“Don’t lash out on your roommate for trying to help. That’s in bad taste,”
Shikamaru dusted himself off.
A moment of silence passed through us.
“Is that the reason you’ve been a douche to me? Did he get in your head, too?”
I asked Shikamaru.
The stoner chuckled and leaned his head, “I can’t even begin to explain my
relationship with Haku, nor why I’ve been acting this way.”
“Why don’t you at least try?”
“I’m not into Haku--first and foremost. We’re just friends, sort of. His
bullshit gets in the way of our relationship, so we cut ties every once in
awhile.”
“That doesn’t explain anything. Looks to me like you two are closer than
friends.”
“Careful, Naruto,” He passed the blunt on to Gaara. “Your jealousy is showing.
He wants to have sex with me, that’s a no-brainer. Doesn’t mean it’ll happen.”
“Doesn’t answer why you’ve been a jackass to me.”
“Complicated reasons. We’ll talk about it when I’m not stoned.”
“But you’re always stoned.”
“Sorry ‘bout it.”
The balcony door opened and Kiba poked his head out, “We’re about to start a
game, you guys in?”
“Guess that’s all the time we’ve got, folks,” Shikamaru said. We went back
inside, blunt still lit and all. After all, there was already so much smoke in
the air. A little more wouldn’t make a difference.
Everyone was seated in a circle in the living room. All the furniture had been
pushed out of the way to make room.
“Never have I ever,” Kiba called out. “Drink every time you’ve done something
that’s named--or smoke, whatever’s your preference. Hinata, you start.”
“Never have I ever--done anal?” She looked up as if she questioned whether or
not that was true.
Nearly everyone else in the room tossed back a drink or took a drag--except
Gaara and Shikamaru.
“And I’ve never fucked Sasuke,” Kiba exclaimed, almost happily.
Neji, Sai, Sakura and I were caught by that one. And maybe a couple others, I
couldn’t really count at this rate. And I was pretty sure I was seeing double
at this point.
Someone nudged me and I snapped back to attention.
“Uh, never have I ever--” Shit, what have I not done? “Eaten out?”
“Not something to brag about, dick head,” Ino rolled her eyes from across the
room.
The game went on for another hour. I learned some pretty interesting things.
Apparently, Sasuke eventually fucked Hinata--and they filmed it. Chouji lost
his virginity to some older guy named Gai, though apparently the dude talked
through the whole thing. Kakashi goes to the Rec Center every Wednesday night
to work out--and he never wears underwear so his bulge is a literal show.
“Interesting game, huh?” Shikamaru leaned over. “Kind of worries me that none
of these things really make my jaw drop.”
“So, we’re bad kids. What can you do?”
He chuckled, “Ain’t that the truth?”
“So, who’s the oldest guy you’ve fucked, then?” Ino was asking Sasuke. He
wrinkled his nose in thought.
“His name was Jiraiya,” He said. “Grey haired daddy.”
“Didn’t know you liked them that old,” Shikamaru flashed his teeth as he mocked
Sasuke.
“Don’t worry, I’d still take you.”
“Pass,” Shikamaru staggered to his feet. “I’d love to stick around, but I’ve
got things to do. I’ll see you guys later.”
Chouji and Haku followed close behind him as a floated towards the door. I
 watched the three of them exit and looked back at the others. Everyone was
wasted, but they showed no sign of letting up. I made unexpected eye contact
with Gaara and we relied some type of message to each other. Then, we both
stood up.
“I’m gonna head to bed,” I said to the group.
“Me as well,” Gaara said.
We crossed paths as each of us walked to our respective sides of the suite. No
one even noticed we had left.
***** Failing *****
Chapter Notes
     So, this chapter's kind of to set some stuff up for next semester.
     Also, I'm taking suggestions for ships and kinks to use, so if you
     have any ideas I'd definitely appreciate it! Thanks!
“You need to make an A on every exam in order to pass the classes,” Three days
had passed by since we drank. The semester was coming to an end and semester
exams were coming up. Tsunade sighed as she looked through my file, as if the
whole thing pained her. “Naruto, what have you been doing all semester?”
“Jack shit,” I sank into the chair in front of her desk.
A look of irritation crossed her and she shook her head.
“I suggest getting a tutor. You’ll need to spend this next week and a half with
your nose buried in a book.”
“Why don’t you cut me some slack? I’m doin’ better than last semester.”
“Setting your standards that low, huh?”
“Give me a break.”
“Then stop being a little shit,” Tsunade pounded a fist on her desk and sprang
up out of her seat. I was momentarily distracted by the way her breast moved.
God, those are the kind of tits you can rub your dick on. Maybe that’s why I’m
failing nearly everything--my attention’s always on my dick.
“Calm down, Granny,” I waved my hand dismissively. “I’ll study for the stupid
exams.”
“It’s not in your hands anymore, Naruto,” She gritted her teeth. “You’ll be
assigned a tutor. If you fail this semester, you’ll be the first student to
fail with me as principal. I won’t let that happen.”
“A tutor? I’m not stupid, I’m just lazy.”
“A tutor isn’t for stupid people. It’s for people who need help and motivation.
Yours is sure to become your best friend for the next two weeks.”
“Listen, Granny, I don’t need a tutor. I’m tellin’ ya. Just leave it to me,
I’ll be top of the class.”
“That’s literally impossible.”
I crossed my arms. “You don’t have any faith in me, do you?”
“Not really,” As she spoke, the door to her office opened. “I’ve got more faith
in Shikamaru.”
“Shikamaru?”
The stoner slipped into Tsunade’s office and stood behind my chair. His hands
were shoved in his pockets and his expression announced how much he didn’t care
to be here. He sighed and glanced down at me, then looked back at Tsunade.
“This is gonna be a drag,” He groaned.
“You’ll get one class credit for this, Shikamaru,” Tsunade sounded so calm all
of a sudden.
“And what about me?” I asked.
Her eyes zeroed in on me, “You will get the luxury of not being sent to the
Make-Up school.”
I shuddered at the thought. No way.
“You will both be held accountable if Naruto does not pass his classes. I don’t
tolerate failures in my school. Now, get out of my office.”
I exchanged looked with Shikamaru and we both awkwardly shifted out of the
room.
“Is she always a bitch to you?” He asked me as we walked back to the
dormitories.
“I chalk it up to her actual personality.”
“I’ve never seen her that wound up. Looks like she really just doesn’t like
you, Naruto.”
“Impossible.”
“Contrary to what you probably believe, not everyone is going to like you.”
“Like you?”
He halted and stared forward for a moment. It was only for a second, that he
started walking again, “I never said I didn’t like you.”
“But that’s why you’re a dick to me.”
“You really believe everyone’s that two-dimensional?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means my reasons for acting that way towards you may not be out of sheer
spite.”
“So, what is it?”
“Maybe I’m jealous,” He swiped his card at the entrance of our building and we
stepped inside.
“So, you do like Haku.”
“No,” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’m jealous because you’re getting laid and
I’m not.”
I snickered. There was no way he’d openly admit that to me. Unless he was high?
“You could get a fuck if you wanted one. Sasuke’s offered himself up plenty of
times.”
There were few people in this school who didn’t want a piece of Sasuke. When we
first arrived here as Freshmen last year, the upperclassmen all went for him. A
couple actually got in. During our first dance of the year, Sasuke was caught
with his pants down and some guy named Darui’s dick up his ass. I think he
might still be banging that guy. I know I would be. I didn’t think much of him
before, but looking back he was actually kind of hot--in the same way Shikamaru
was.
“Just because I want to have sex doesn’t mean I feel comfortable doing it.”
“What?” That didn’t make much sense to me.
“The thought of someone else seeing me naked and determining is I’m attractive
enough to have inside of them? No thank you.”
So, he would be a top. I kind of guessed it. I couldn’t really see Shikamaru
getting pounded by anyone.
“You didn’t strike me as the type to care about that kind of stuff,” I raised
my eyebrows.
“I’ve got some depth, Naruto,” We headed to the elevated and pressed the button
for our floor. “Come to my place. We’ll study there.”
“What’s wrong with my place?”
“I try not to transport weed when I don’t have to.”
“Why not just put off smoking till later?”
He scratched his head and yawned, “If I’m tutoring you, I’d rather get stoned
now. It would save me the headache.”
“What’s the deal with everyone callin’ me stupid?”
“It’s because you can’t multitask. Your attention’s always on one thing. Sex.
And it’s for that reason that you’re failing.”
“Who’re you? My father?”
“I doubt your father’s seen your actual report card. Tsunade likes to keep up
appearances. Helps buy the students more time.”
We stepped into Shikamaru’s suite and he went directly to the living room where
a bucket sat on the table with an empty 2-liter inside of it and some water
filling it up about two-thirds of the way. He waved me over and picked up the
remote.
“We’ll start studying in about an hour and a half. No sense in jumping into it,
now,” He stuffed some weed into the cap of the bottle--was there something in
the cap? I watched him spark it up and pulled the 2-liter out of the water.
Smoke quickly filled up the bottle and turned this weird yellowish tint. “You
want this?”
“That’s a lot of smoke.”
“Yeah, it’ll punch you in the face,” He smiled--Shikamaru was even more
attractive when he flashed some teeth. His smile was damn near perfect. “Here.”
He pulled me towards the bottle and unscrewed the cap.
“Inhale and let the bottle sink back into the water.”
I did as I was told--or at least I tried to. Honestly, that thing burned so
badly that I nearly choked on smoke halfway down. Shikamaru patted me back and
took in the left over smoke.
“Got more down than I thought you would. Want another one?”
“Why do you do that? It hurts!”
“So, you don’t want to smoke?”
“...just a little,” I finished my coughing fit as he packed more weed into the
cap.
“Take your time on this one.”
While I took in the smoke, he began to speak again, “All in all, I haven’t been
purposefully rude. I’m not above a little bit of pettiness. No one is.”
I got more of this one down, but I still couldn’t clear it, so Shikamaru
finished that one off, too.
“But your problem can easily be fixed. Just fuck someone. What about me?”
I’m sure if I meant it as a joke or not, but I didn’t say anything after to
indicate that it was such. I stared over at him and waited for his answer, but
he seemed to be concentrating really hard on filling a bong with weed.
I guess he really could go on smoking forever. Whatever we smoked out of before
had destroyed my lungs, they even felt raw when I swallowed. And here he was
packing a bong tightly. He was even sprinkling the kief on top. I learned from
Sasuke that adding a little bit of that stuff got you higher.
“It’s not like I haven’t thought about it,” He said.
What?
“I know who I would and wouldn’t sleep with. That’s a no-brainer. But who would
I lose my virginity to?” He posed the question as if it were some type of math
problem. “I would want a strong emotional tie to whoever gets that. You guys
are cool, but not that cool. So, I’ll be waiting a little longer.”
“It’s not about love,” I said. “I lost mine to Ino and I don’t feel anything
for her. Never have.”
“That’s just you.”
"So, is there anyone that's closest to taking your virginity, then?"
"That's a broad question. The person I'd feel the most comfort with is probably
Chouji. Haku and I hang out a lot so there's a greater possibility of us having
sex. And the person I feel most physical attraction to is probably you."
"Me?"
"Don't look at me like that. I recognize when a person is attractive, doesn't
mean I feel any type of way about them. Most people have a libido independent
of emotion."
"So I'm in the running, then?" I think it's safe to say I had the biggest
chance of getting it in with Shikamaru."
"No. That's the reason I'm not having sex with you. It's not a race or a game."
"You know what I mean."
“I don’t, but we’ll move on,” He turned on his TV, but lowered the sound till
it was nearly inaudible. “Did you ponder what I talked to you about the other
day?”
“What? About Haku?” I tried to play off my most disinterested look. “Yeah, a
little bit. S’pose I can see why you think I like him. Truth is, I just think
he’s a great fuck. So, you don’t need to go on trying to be my counselor.”
“I wouldn’t keep it up for too long. If Zabuza catches wind of it, you’re
finished.”
“See, you guys keep talking about this guy, but I have yet to actually hear
Haku mention him.”
Shikamaru groaned and let his head fall back, “You’re being an idiot.”
“Why do you care so much if this guy finds out? Not like you’re affected by
it.”
“You and Haku would be affected. And since you’re my friends, it’s my problem,
too.”
“I don’t get your logic.”
“It’s called caring. You should try it some time.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you care so much about me, tell me why I’m horny right
now and you haven’t offered me a blow job?”
“Because I don’t care about your wants, it’s more so about a person’s needs.”
“I need to cum.”
“Why’re you looking at me?”
“Because you’re the only one around. And I’m not horny for no reason--it’s like
it was meant to happen.”
Shikamaru gestured towards the gravity bong, “You get horny when you’re high.
That’s something I’ve noticed over the course for the past month.”
“So, you gave me weed to get me horny and not get me off?”
“I let you smoke because you’re my friend,” He said. “No sexual undertones.”
“What if I just jack off in front of you?”
“You know what? I forgot I had something to do with Chouji later. Why don’t you
come back later on tonight?”
“C’mon, I was only teasin’ ya. No need to kick me out.”
“I’m not kicking you out. You’ll be back tonight. But I’ve really gotta take
care of some other stuff.”
 
“I was thinking I could help you out,” Sakura blushed, but she didn’t look away
from me. She was blocking my view of the TV.
“Why’re you still here? Didn’t Gaara call it a night?”
“He went to bed, but that doesn’t mean I have to leave, yet. I’m friends with
all of you. That’s why I want to help,” She gestured towards my stiffening
cock. “With that.”
“Don’t worry, I got it all under control,” I ran my hands along the length and
tried my best to catch glimpses of the porno around Sakura.
“I’ve had sex with Sasuke,” She all but shouted, taking an eager step towards
me. God, she was so needy. I had a crush on Sakura a few years ago--before me
and Ino started fucking. It was deep and stupid, now that I look back on it.
She was flat as a board compared to Ino same went for her personality. I had
little reason to assume she’d be a good fuck. I mean, it takes two to tango and
Sakura’s got two left feet in terms of attraction.
“What’s that got to do with me?”
“I know what you guys like. You--you have sex, right? With each other? Sasuke
says you like all of the same things. I can do it, too,” She chewed on her lip.
“”Sasuke said we fuck? That’s bullshit,” We’ve only fucked once--that first
night. I never really thought about it again. Even then, he couldn’t really
determine what I liked.
“He said you had sex all the time. Part of what makes you such close
roommates.”
“Who has he been saying this to?”
“Everyone, I think. I thought it was kind of just a known thing. People
apparently did see you fuck at a party.”
“Yeah, once. It’s not worth saying it was a regular thing.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Her breathing was significantly heavier than it was a minute
ago. “I didn’t mean to....assume…”
“Go home, Sakura.”
“But--”
“You can’t help me. I’ve got a bigger chance of cumming without you than with
you.”
That might’ve been unnecessary. I realized that when I saw her flinch. She
turned red and for a second, I thought she was going to yell at me and knock me
around. But she picked up her purse and rushed out of the suite without saying
anything more to me.
“Don’t you think you were a little rude to her?” Sasuke finally reemerged from
his room.
“You must’ve passed out in the middle of sex.” I chuckled, “I don’t think she
was properly satisfied.”
“She’s not so bad,” He sauntered into the kitchen and ran his fingers along the
mangos left out on the counter. “And she does anal. What more could you ask
for?”
“I don’t need anal with girls--a pussy is just as good.”
“So, why’re you so against fucking her? Remember when you used to strive for
her attention?”
“And that got me nowhere. I’m not into her anymore. Just ‘cause you like ‘em
bland doesn’t mean I’m the same.”
“Oh, Naruto,” He came over and jumped down on the couch. “You act like your
dick is too good for the rest of us.”
“Just certain people. So, how many people have you lied to about us sleeping
together on the regular?”
“Just a few--the rest of them just assume. You can’t really blame them. You
were well on your way to obsessed with me during our Freshman year.”
“That’s because I was worried about you. How many other people have to worry
about their bestfriend overdosing on heroin?”
“It was just a little bit of speed,” Sasuke waved it off. “That’s where people
got it from. You running from place to place screaming for me--what else were
they supposed to think?”
“Doesn’t give you the right to lie about what’s really goin’ on. You don’t even
know my kinks.”
“I can take a guess,” He looked at me sideways. “Why’s it matter to you,
anyway? Anyone else would jump at the chance to be my rumored fuck buddy.”
“So, pick one of them.”
Dark eyes narrowed at me, “What’s wrong with me that makes you repulsed by the
idea of people knowing if we have sex?”
“It’s a lie.”
“You always lie.”
“But this is different. This is--”
“About you? If it’s too much of a bother, I’ll set the record straight for
you.”
“That’d be nice,” I grunted and felt my phone vibrate. I swear, if that was
Shikamaru changing his mind--no, it was my dad. That’s weird. He usually only
called me to make sure my grades weren’t in the shitter.
“Naruto,” Iruka’s voice was worried. God, he was nearly always worried. Ever
since he found out I was having sex, he worried that I would catch an STD or
get someone pregnant. “I got a call from one of your teachers.”
Great.
There was a heavy sigh. The kind that gets you to brace yourself for a
‘disappointment’ conversation. “Son,” He started. “You need to get your head in
the game. All you’re doing is goofing off down there. I keep getting these
calls about you not turning in homework and--disrupting class, Naruto?!”
I stood up and hauled ass to my room, closing the door behind me, “Dad, I’m
trying.”
“Obviously you’re not if your teacher has to send you to the principal
everyday! What am I spending money for?”
“It’s not as easy as you think--”
“To get decent grades?”
“Okay,” I whined. “I’ll do better.”
“That’s what you keep saying and you--you have one more chance,” His voice
dropped off half way through the sentence. He sounded tired. “You either get
your act together or you kiss that school goodbye.”
“Dad, that’s not fair!”
“Well, I don’t know what else to do with you, Naruto. Nothing seems to get
through with you. Just--just try harder. Please.” And then he hung up.
What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Iruka’s never made that claim before. I let my body fall to my bed and stared
up at the ceiling. He might actually pull me out of school because of this.
Iruka was a softy, but he knew when to get stern. He had to if he was gonna
raise me.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
There was a soft knock on my bedroom door and Sasuke poked a head in. He held
out a bottle of vodka and shook it.
“Need a drink?”
“Pour me a double,” I didn’t bother to get up.
He walked towards the bed and shoved the bottle at me, “Just drink it.”
The liquid stung my throat as I took the swig and it took a lot not to gag, “He
threatened to send me back home. He got a call from Kakashi telling him nearly
everything.”
“You’re not going back home. This is your home. Just work it out.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do.”
“No, I mean work it out with Kakashi,” He took the bottle back and raised it to
his lips. Sasuke never made a face when he drank--not even when we were
younger. He believed that if you couldn’t keep a straight face when you drank,
maybe you weren’t grown enough to do so. “Pretty simple solution.”
“If I could do that, I wouldn’t be in this situation, would I?”
“There’s something you need to remember about Konoha Academy--it’s cut off from
everything else. We’ve even got our own mini-town--and that’s 8 miles away. The
teachers and staff have freedom, so they’re able to be swayed.”
“What’re you saying?”
“I’m saying you wouldn’t be the first person to sleep with a teacher to keep
your grade.”
“Sasuke!” What kind of suggestion was that? That would only get me suspended
quicker. “I think that’s the most fucked up thing to come out of your mouth all
day.”
“Everybody’s doin’ it, Naruto,” He egged me on. “It’s what those teachers
pretty much live for these days. They’re stuck here just like the rest of us--
they’ve got nothing better to do than fuck each other and fuck us.”
The teachers lived in their own apartments on campus. The floorplan was at
least twice as big as ours, I heard. But still, to be an adult and be confined
to this campus--Sasuke was right. The only options they would have for sex
would be each other or us. Unless someone came all the way from town.
“You’re thinkin’ about it,” Sasuke’s voice disrupted my thoughts.
“Not in a good way.”
“Sleeping with a teacher doesn’t have to be a good thing--just the necessary
thing.”
“But what makes you think Kakashi would be into that kind of thing?”
He held up one finger as if to tell me to ‘hold on’ and rushed out of my room.
When he came back, he had a slip of paper in his hand. He shoved it at me and
sat back down.
“Is this--Kakashi’s phone number?”
“He gave it to me at the beginning of the year.”
A surge of something rushed through me. Was it jealousy? No teachers had
slipped me anything. Hell, I didn’t even know about this whole dynamic.
“Don’t worry, you’re attractive,” It was almost like he was reading my mind.
“But up until recently, all the faculty just assumed you were Ino’s preppy,
loudmouth straight boyfriend.”
I shuddered at her name.
“Shoot him a text,” He said.
“Kakashi hates me.”
“I heard he’s got a hard-on for you. Kiba says he’s always staring at your ass
when you leave his class.”
“What?”
“Come on, you can’t be oblivious to everything, Naruto.”
I sighed, “Fine--I’ll text him.”
This is gonna be so weird.
***** Slow motion *****
“Would you like anything to drink?” Kakashi held up a glass and raised the one
eyebrow that was showing. I don’t know what possessed me to come over. All I
did was text him and ask if we could talk. The fact that he immediately told me
to come to his apartment was unusual. I assumed he would tell me to come by the
classroom during class hours, but that never seemed to come up. I got here
around thirty minutes ago and so far he’s only asked me if I want things. And
something to drink seemed dangerously close to being bourbon on the rocks.
“I’m okay--I just wanted to talk about my grade.”
“Yes,” He raised the glass and for a second I thought he was going to drink.
See, Kakashi always wore a mask. The entire lower half of his face was always
covered by it--I don’t think I’ve ever seen his full face. He set the glass
down on the counter and stared at it, as if it were doing some type of dance
that he just found overly amusing. “You’re failing, Naruto. I have no doubt
you’ll fail my test as well.”
“Hey! What’s the big idea? Aren’t teachers supposed to encourage their students
to put their mind to things?”
“I am not a liar,” He stated. “You won’t pass if you rely on your academic
skills alone.”
“I’ve got Shikamaru to help me.”
“He’s genius, but he’s not trained to deal with--your kind.”
My kind? What’s that supposed to mean? “Are you callin’ me stupid or
somethin’?”
“No, I simply mean the kind of person who needs more than a stern talking to.
You were raised by your father’s best friend, Iruka Umino, right?”
“Iruka is my father.”
“As far as the country knows, he isn’t. He never legally adopted you, Naruto.
Your father just left you with him when you were young and never came back.”
“And how would you know this?”
“You’ve got a pretty big file, kid,” He inspected his nails. “You play any
sports? I heard from Might Guy you were in top shape.”
That’s right, I had my physical down at the beginning of the year. Guy was the
doctor--I think he doubled up as a school nurse and an anatomy teacher. Or
maybe it was chemistry? Who knows?
“Not really. I’ve got other things to do.”
“Like go to detention everyday. Tell me something, Naruto. What is it that you
do in detention?” He paced towards the sectional couch.
“Eh, towards the beginning I used it as a chance to get uninterrupted
blowjobs…” I said it without thinking about who I was talking to. Sasuke did
always say I had a big mouth. It’s not my fault, though. Things just slip out
and it’s hard to stop myself.
“Interesting strategy. Were all of those blowjobs worth failing the course for?
Was Ino’s mouth pure heaven?”
I made a face and before I could say anything, he carried on.
“You do realize that I literally hold your freedom in my hands right now,
right?”
I folded my arms and looked away from him, “Yeah, yeah.”
“So, you should be on your knees begging for mercy.”
“What do you think I’m doin’?”
“You should be trying harder,” He sat down next to me and hooked his finger
under my chin, bringing my attention to his eye. There was pressure on my thigh
and I felt his hand trailing up to my crotch. That’s when I shifted out of his
range, moving further down the couch and thanking whoever was behind this whole
story for the fact that the couch wasn’t as small as my own.
“You’re actin’ weird, Kakashi,” I chuckled nervously, trying desperately to
hold myself together before things got awkward.
“This what you’re here for, right?” His eye raked my body, taking in my full
physique. It seemed like he was just undressing me with his eyes--was his mouth
watering underneath that mask. “To try and boost your grade up in an easier
way?”
“I just--”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Once again, he closed the space in between
us. But this time he let his hand fall directly on my crotch and he began to
slowly massage the area. He was gentle. I could only feel the light pressure of
his touch and the way he grazed my penis made me get hard within seconds.
“Kakashi, what are you…?”
“I would love to see your body, Naruto.”
I looked him in the eye for a moment before answering, “If you see me, I wanna
see you. Take off your eye patch.”
I heard he wasn’t missing an eye or anything--but it had been damaged a few
years ago. He was told he was permanently blind in that eye. He got an eye
transplant and rumor has it there’s a scar across his face from where he was
stabbed.
“Very well, then,” He didn’t put up any fight and revealing himself. He
casually moved the eyepatch out of the way. There was a scar. Like the
character from the Lion King, it went across his eye. And then he opened his
eye. It was red and black--I don’t recall ever seeing anything like that
before. But even with its unconventional appearance, that eye was as welcoming
as the rest of him. “Now, your turn.”
I didn’t actually expect him to show me, to be honest. I hoped he wouldn’t. I
had second thoughts about this whole thing. I’d never had sex with anyone more
than two years older than me. And Kakashi was old enough to be my dad, I
assumed. I slipped off my track suit and tossed it to the side, standing in
front of the grey haired man in only my undershirt and boxers.
“Lose the shirt as well.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes before pulling it off. The noise he made sounded
like a sigh of relief. He settled back on the couch and took on my full
appearance. This time, I was absolutely sure he was drooling.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” He palmed at his crotch. “Let me
see the outline.”
He gestured to my boxers and I looked down. He wanted to see the outline of my
cock. Was he just looking for a show? That would be a hell of alot easier to
get through than a whole fuck session. I gripped my cock through the fabric and
he gasped at the outline.
“Big boy. What is that, about eight inches?”
“Give or take a couple of centimeters,” I blushed at the compliment.
“I’m glad I’m using both eyes to see this. You’re a masterpiece. Come,” He
patted his lap. “Sit.”
Well, that’s awkward. That kind of stuff always got me uncomfortable. I wasn’t
into being on the other end of the whole daddy kink thing and right about now,
that’s what it looked like. Still, he did say before that he held my future in
his hand. He could easily have me sent back home. I sat on his lap and he
rested one hand on my back for support. His other hand was running along my
thighs and up my stomach to my chest. He took his time with touching me,
treating every inch of me like it was delicate to the touch.
“Such smooth skin,” He whispered. “Unbelievable.”
“Kakashi, what are you--”
He shushed me and squeezed my thigh, “You’re a beautiful boy. I don’t think
I’ve ever encountered someone so beautiful.”
Okay, this was getting really weird. Kakashi hated me--I had become sure of
that over the span of the semester. He was always yelling at me in class and
rolling his eyes and sending me out. Where was that Kakashi? Because this one
was the total opposite. He looked at me as if I were a treasure. A gift that he
was unwrapping slowly just to savor the moment. I moved around and felt the
lump beneath me.
“I don’t even know what I would do with such a body,” He went on. “It’s so
exciting to think about.”
“What are you on about, Kakashi?”
“Sensei.”
“What?”
“Call me Kakashi-sensei. I’m your superior,” His finger slipped into my boxers
by coming up from underneath, leaving my thigh. His fingertips grazed the head
of my cock, causing me to hiss and take in some air.
“Whatever.”
“I mean it, Naruto. Looking perfect isn’t enough--we’ve got to train you to act
better.”
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
“It means…” His fingers wrapped around my tip and he squeezed. I made a weird
yipping noise at the unexpected contact and recoiled. “...hm--well, it seem
like someone’s already begun training you.”
In that moment, my thought went back to Ino. The weeks that we kept fucking
after the event, she became increasingly more hostile towards me. After a
while, I was conditioned to stop talking when she did certain gestures. Kakashi
just so happened to find one of them.
“Do you already have a master, Naruto?”
“No,” My voice was huskier than I expected. “I don’t need a master.”
“You obviously need something,” His hand moved up to cup my balls. “Nice and
hairless. Do you shave?”
“Uh--no.”
“So, you’re just naturally smooth everywhere. Not even any leg hair. I’ll make
it a point to never let Orochimaru get his hands on you. He’d never give you
back.”
He moved me off his lap and I sat next to him. The older male unzipped his
pants as he spoke, “He likes them young, simply because he’s obsessed with
youth. I suppose I am as well, but we’ve got different reasons. And different
methods. Seeing you, a teenage boy with such a smooth surface--he’d wrap his
tongue around you immediately.”
“That’s a weird way to put it.”
“You’re the type that’s in high demand, Naruto. A blue-eyed blonde with perfect
skin and unlimited energy.”
“I never really looked at it that way.”
“Have you been with a man before, Naruto?”
Boy, was that an understatement. I scoffed and shook my head in disbelief,
though I think he took that as me just answering the question, because he went
on.
“I think it’s something you’d be good at,” He pulled his dick out of his boxers
and stroked it. It was a bit smaller than mine--maybe six or seven inches, but
it was a little bit on the thicker side. He gripped the back of my head and the
whole thing reminded me of the first time I got a blowjob from Hinata. The way
I’d grabbed her head and pushed it down on my cock. And now, here I was with my
teacher’s dick halfway down my throat. “There you go.”
At first, I struggled. I didn’t expect to be sucking his dick so quickly. He
held my head down and pumped into my mouth a couple of time before I stopped
moving.
“Good boy, you catch on quickly,” He held me still. “Now, let’s see if you can
earn that A.”
He began to fuck my face, rolling his hips slowly. Kakashi was different than
the other people I’d fucked. He took his time. Most of the time, sex entailed
both of us thrusting out bodies in order to achieve a mind-blowing orgasm
quickly. But he seemed to be in no rush. He gripped his own balls with his free
hand.
“Give love to all of it,” He directed, pulling me off of his cock. My face was
immediately buried in his balls, dark hairs tickled my nose.
Kakashi laid back after a few minutes of instructing me and left me to my own
vices. My lips were back on his cock and my tongue swirled around the tip,
paying extra attention to his slit.
“Why’re you in such a rush?” He asked, though he made no move to stop me from
my motions. “Enjoy your meal. Like it’s the last thing you’ll eat today.”
My motions slowed after that. I would take in a big mouthful of him and hold it
for three or four seconds at a time before coming back up for a little air.
When Kakashi finally started to leak, I let the flavor sit on my tongue before
swallowing.
“Keep it up, you’re doing well,” He breathed out. He fisted my hair and pushed
his hips up slowly, trying to fit his entire length in my mouth. “If you take
your time, the orgasm is so much sweeter. Drawn out, even. You get to feel out
the individual--get to know every inch of them.”
“Mhm,” My voice was muffled by his dick, so I don’t know if he really expected
an answer or not.
“And when it finally comes…” His grip got tighter and his balls twitched under
my chin. I sucked for a few more seconds and never sped up my pace. He seemed
to prefer the slow style and honestly, I wasn’t complaining. Warm cum shot down
my throat and he outwardly moaned with the strokes. He was right, going slowly
drew the orgasm out to three times as long as I was used to. He held my head
still while he finished cumming. “Good boy. And now...”
I sat up and his hand went back to my cock.
“Let me show you one of my favorite things to do,” He immediately went to my
balls, sucking and massaging them to elicit a respectable reaction from me.
Then he moved up to my cock itself, ripping my boxers to gain proper access.
His mouth moved down and he swallowed my entire cock. It was strange to have an
older person go down on me. He was clearly physically bigger than me, so my
cock looked smaller when he sucked on it.
He seemed to love that, though. He sucked hard, taking it in long deep strokes.
My tip hit the back of his throat every time.
“Holy shit…” I muttered. I remembered that I never exactly got to finish
jerking off from earlier toward. That meant there was already a load pushing to
get out and Kakashi must’ve known that, too. As soon as my balls twitched, he
softened his pressure and went at an even slower pace. Painfully slowly.
I whimpered and squirmed. To switch so suddenly was downright cruel. Something
inside of me burned and I thrusted up into his mouth. The teacher gagged
suddenly and I grabbed the back of his head and wrapped my arms around it in an
attempted to hold him down. He didn’t make any other movements to get up, aside
from trying to lift his head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I said the word over and over again as I fucked his throat.
I was face fucking a teacher. Could this get any better?
“Mmmph!” He raised his voice and pushed himself off me by gathering all of his
strength. He took a couple of seconds to gather his composure.
“I forgot who I was dealing with,” He panted. “I was afraid I wouldn’t be able
to keep up.”
“You weren’t done,” I whined.
“You need to listen,” He squeezed my cock and pumped it to get me to be quiet.
It was red and swollen from the hard sucking--sensitive to the touch. My whole
body was screaming at me to cum. Waiting was unbearable.
“Please, Kakashi-sensei.”
“That’s a good boy,” He cooed. He lowered his head and swept his tongue across
my tip. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Yes, Kakashi-sensei.”
And finally, he was back to sucking. Once again, taking his time on me. Only
this time I didn’t complain about the pace. It was a lot better than nothing. I
noticed his own cock was hard again. It had only been a couple minutes since he
came and he was already hard again? Impressive.
It felt like his sole intention was to drain the cum out of me by the way he
was sucking. His lips never left my cock once and he hungrily accepted every
bit of pre-cum that drizzled down his throat. It was getting more difficult to
hold back. All I’d have to do is shoot cum down his throat and I’d have an A.
Not only that, but I’d be finishing what I started hours ago.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned him. He didn’t change any movements, but his pressure
increased. I threw my head back and came and let me tell ya--that was a
phenomenal orgasm. He swallowed my entire load and kept sucking as I came down
from the high.
The teacher wiped his mouth and licked his lips, “You even taste amazing.”
My eyes drifted down to his erection, “Uh, did you want--”
“No,” He said quickly. “If you blow me every time I had an erection, you’d
never get to go home. I can cum more than once--you’ll have plenty of
opportunities to experience it.”
“I--thought this was a one-time thing?” I plucked my clothes off the floor and
pulled them on.
“Didn’t you like it?”
“Well, yeah, but--”
“So, why not do it again? We’re both adults, right? We can have sex as many
times as you want.”
“But what about my grade?”
“As of right now, you’ve been bumped up to a low B. You could probably pass if
you study for the test--or you can seal your A+ the fun way.”
“I don’t know,” I paused and scratched the back of my head. Having sex in
exchange for a good grade seemed easy enough, but Shikamaru was taking time to
tutor me. Not only that, but Iruka would kill me if he found out.
“Don’t think too much about it. If you ever want to have another go, just let
me know. That’s all it takes.”
 
His first punch hit me like a train. I immediately fell to the ground and
tasted iron. It was kind of like--getting hit so hard that you could only think
it was the universe beating the shit out of you for not listening. At least,
that was the lesson I was taking from this ass-kicking.
Zabuza was big. Like Kakashi, he covered the lower half of his face. But he
lacked the ability to sympathize like Kakashi. He didn’t listen to Haku when he
pleaded for Zabuza to leave me alone. He claimed that I didn’t know about his
boyfriend and he’d tricked me. He played it off like I was some type of victim.
“He’s not worth it,” Haku gripped Zabuza’s biceps in an attempt to pull him
away. “You don’t have anything to worry about, he means nothing to me.”
“You step back!” He roared at his boyfriend. “I’ll deal with you later!”
“Zabuza, please…”
“I said fucking step back,” He struck Haku across the cheek and send him
stumbling backwards. A spike of anger rose in me and I staggered to my feet. My
hands were balled into fists and I couldn’t think of words to say to match my
anger.
“You don’t get to smack him around like that,” I pushed him with my full weight
and he barely even budgets. “He deserves better.”
“I’ll kill you,” He wrapped his hands around my neck and began to squeeze. My
eyes darted around for any way out of this situation.
I saw him at the campus public showers. I suppose I shouldn’t have stopped and
said anything to him. Seemed that every time we talked, we fucked. This time
was no different. I was down to my underwear in a matter of minutes, dry
humping him when Zabuza wandered in.
Haku ran back up to him, “Baby, look at me. He’s nothing, he’s--”
“You took his dick up your ass and you don’t even care about him? Is that how
much you value our relationship? You’ll bend over for any fucker that says your
name. You’re just a slut. I knew it.”
“It’s not like that, I--I would fuck him. He was never inside of me,” Haku said
quickly. “I would never let him.”
Little by little, his grip loosened on me and his eyebrows softened.
“You mean to tell me this kid is a cockslut?”
“Yes,” Haku smiled shakily. “I wanted to try him out before I brought him over
to you. Remember when we used to do that?”
Zabuza had completely stopped strangling me, but his hands were still around my
neck. He looked me up and down before speaking again, “Is he tight?”
Oh my god.
“I could barely fit,” Haku admitted.
“Well, here’s hoping you didn’t rip him apart,” Zabuza left me go and pushed
down his Nike shorts. With his eyes still on me, he told Haku to leave. “I’m
gonna need this fucker alone.”
“No,” I coughed. “Look, I’m sorry I--”
“You don’t speak unless I tell you to,” He gripped my face in a way that his
palms were covering my mouth. I struggled against him as he turned me around to
face the wall. He used his whole body weight to pin me and I heard the shower
room door close.
Haku had left.
His cock pushed through my entrance with no lube, other than his spit. The pain
made me grit my teeth and fight to hold back the tears. He was nearly the same
size as Haku, though thickness was definitely on his side. I could barely hold
myself up. Without his body pinning me, I would have fallen to the ground. He
pumped half of his length into me, breathing heavily on my ear.
“Shit, you are tight…”
“Let me go,” I sobbed.
“Almost tighter than Haku himself. I can see why he would try you out more than
once,” He inched himself further into me, little by little. “I can barely fit.
Fuck, I could almost replace Haku with you. God knows I need an upgrade.”
My blood burned and something inside of me broke, the tears flowed freely.
“That’s it. Cry, beg for help,” He chuckled darkly and his thrusts got rougher.
My hips were getting slammed into the walls in the most painful way. I was
almost certain they’d shatter. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed,
aggressively sinking into me. As more of his pre-cum drizzled out, the thrusts
got smoother. Pressed soon, he was literally holding me up against the wall and
fucking me like a rag doll. The tears never stopped, but I was able to block it
out. Almost the same way I did it with Ino, only she wasn’t as rough as he was.
“I’m gonna cum in you and make you mine. I need to take you before Orochimaru
gets the chance. I need to--fuck--make you my fucking bitch. Shit, I’m gonna
cum, I’m cumming, I’m…” He roared as he came and I think it was the loudest and
most terrifying noise I’d ever heard. I looked down at my cock.
I had cum, too. I must’ve still been turned on from Haku--I definitely didn’t
want this.
“Get off of me,” I muttered timidly. “Please, get off of me.”
“I’ll be seein’ you again real soon,” He laughed and ruffled my hair, pulling
out of me. Without putting his dick away, he rubbed his nose and walked towards
the exit. Blood rolled down my leg in faint red streaks and it took well over
ten minutes of pain to get my clothes back on. Haku never came back in to make
sure I was safe. He was probably with Zabuza right now. My heart ached. I was
humiliated--and I was lied to. I honestly think Haku was telling the truth when
he said he felt nothing for me. He was able to throw me to the lion and walk
away.
I staggered out of the showers, my vision was shit. I felt like I could’ve
passed out at any minute and I was almost certain that he blood would start to
make a stain in my clothes within a matter of minutes.
Where could I go? I couldn’t go home. Kiba and Sasuke would only make it worse-
-tell me about how that was one of their fantasies. I knew Sasuke viewed the
lines of consent and always blurred.
I found myself at Shikamaru’s door. My body screamed at me to stop moving, but
I needed to get somewhere no one else would see me. I knocked on the door
weakly and waited for him.
“I swear, if this is--Naruto?” Shikamaru caught me as he opened the door. I
couldn’t hold myself up anymore. “What the hell happened to you?”
“You were right,” As I spoke, more blood pooled in my mouth. I swallowed it.
“Who did this?”
“It was him. I--I ran into Haku and--”
“No,” Shikamaru interrupted me. His voice was helpless and he gripped my chest.
“Naruto, we need to take you to the hospital wing.”
“Take me inside,” I begged.
He gripped me tighter and sighed, carrying me to the couch.
My whole body was bruised. It hurt to move a single muscle.
“I’ll kill him,” He suddenly said. I blinked and looked towards him. It took a
moment to focus my vision, but I swear he was crying. Not too noticeable--just
little tears rolling down the sides of his face. “He can’t do this again.”
“He’s done it before?”
“Haku,” Shikamaru lowered his head. “He’s had his hands on Haku since he was
thirteen. He’d use him to lure in other boys. And temporarily, he’d have two
toys.”
“And you never said anything before?”
“Haku always made me swear to secrecy. I was always conflicted, and I’m not
proud of that,” He wiped his face. “But I won’t let him do it to you, Naruto. I
promise.”
“What makes you suddenly so on-board to protect me?”
“Why did you show up at my door?”
“Good point,” I tried to crack a smile, but even that was painful. I winced and
gripped his hand. He moved closer eagerly. I started to recall things Zabuza
had said to me. The things that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“He said he wanted to replace Haku with me.”
“Don’t you fucking--”
“I think he’s just scaring Haku into doing things for him. If I take his place-
-”
“--then you’re an idiot. Haku is too far gone, let me tell you that now.
Towards the end of their charade that they would pull, Haku started to be the
one to pick people. He’d do it without Zabuza saying a thing. He’s not a good
person.”
“He’s your friend.”
“I told you, it’s complicated.”
“What’s so complicated about it, Shikamaru? Tell me!” I began to yell, slowly
sitting up on the couch despite the pain. “Tell me what’s so complicated that
you’d assume Haku would choose to do this while still claiming to be your
friend.”
“Because he doesn’t like the fact that I’m into you” He clenched his teeth and
shook, trying to conceal some type of extreme emotion. My mouth went dry and
there was a lump in my throat.
“What did you say?”
***** It's fucking Monday *****
I wasn’t sure when I passed out. But somewhere down the line, being awake and
in pain just became too much for me and I black out. When I woke up, Shikamaru
was peeling off my shirt. My mind immediately jumped back to the series of
events that lead me here and I twisted out of his grasp. I guess he didn’t know
I was awake, because he flinched and tensed up. We made eye contact and he
sighed.
“Just wanted to get you out of those bloody clothes,” He told me. “I would’ve
asked, but you passed out.”
“I’m fine.”
“I understand if you don’t wanna be touched right now. But you should get
cleaned up. I don’t know when the guys are getting back home, but I doubt you’d
want them to see you like this.”
“What did you mean?”
“Don’t you have a reputation to protect? You mumbled something about that a few
minutes ago.”
“You’re into me?”
“Oh,” He smirked and all of a sudden I felt--excitement? “Of course, you would
remember that. I told Haku the night of the--uh--tent-party. Before we came
over, I mentioned that it was your place. Thinking back on it, it would’ve
probably been smart not to say anything to him.”
“So, you’re saying he used me to get in your head?”
He blushed and looked away, “I guess you could say that.”
“Since--when?” This didn’t make any sense. “Everyone knows you don’t like me.”
“It’s called a poker face. I never said I disliked you--I could never say
that,” He swallowed and I watched his eye drift towards my body. To my bruises.
It was like his eyes were glued to them. “I’m sorry. I got you into this.”
“Don’t do that,” I sat up and strangely, I didn’t feel any unbearable pain.
Shikamaru rested a concerned hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. Now
wasn’t the time for much physical contact. “Don’t act like you’ve got some type
of influence when it comes to me. I do what I want, you don’t have anything to
do with it.”
“I just meant--”
“I need to go,” I lifted myself off the couch and he caught my wrist.
“You can’t leave like this. Let me give you some clothes. At least let me do
that,” He hurried to his room without waiting for my reply and came out with a
pair of pajama pants and a white t-shirt. “Everyone will think you’re just
doing your regular walk-of-shame?”
“Out of your apartment?”
“Just say it was Chouji if you want.”
There was silence.
“Naruto?”
“Yeah?” I pulled the shirt on and moved to take off my pants.
“Stay away from Haku--please?”
“You honestly think I’m going near him after what just happened?” I pulled on
the pajama pants. “If I never see him again, it would be too soon.”
Shikamaru grinned.
“I’ll catch you later,” I walked towards the door.
“Wait,” He stepped forward. “I thought you said you wanted to talk about what I
said?”
“What’s there to talk about?” I mumbled. “Frankly, I don’t really believe you.
This would be the type of genius plan you’d come up with to keep me away from
Haku.”
“Naruto--”
“But I’ll do what you say for now. The evidence is pretty strong, huh? See you
around, Shikamaru,” I walked out and shut the door behind me. It was a good
thing my suite was on the same floor. My body felt a little better, but still
shitty by definition.
I walked in to see Sasuke snorting a line of something blue off the coffee
table.
“Welcome home,” His voice was a bit nasally, as if he’d been doing this for
hours. He didn’t look at me. His head was tilted back to the ceiling and he
held still.
“I thought you didn’t do that shit.”
“Calm down, it’s just adderall,” He sniffed and glanced over at me. “Shit, what
happened to you?”
“Does it matter?”
“Well, you’re still alive, so my ability to care went down a tiny bit.”
“Right,” I sighed and lifted the t-shirt Shikamaru had given me over my head
and tossed it over to him. “Let’s fuck.”
He blinked in disbelief and stumbled over his words, “You mean right now?”
“Are you asking me to postpone?”
“No, I just--”
“Then take off your clothes,” I shed the rest of my clothing and made my way
over to him. At this point, he was completely fucked up, so he didn’t notice my
limp. His movements were eager and jerky, he removed his clothing clumsily and
settled back on the couch.
“You want top or bottom?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I’ve never fucked you before--it would be nice to see what all the fuss is
about,” He was already getting hard. And he looked at me like--like the others
looked at me. Zabuza, Kakashi, Haku--like I was some object. A shiny toy for
them to stick their dick in and jerk around until they came. As far as they
were concerned, that’s all I was useful for.
I straddled his lap and positioned his cock at my entrance.
“Don’t you want any lube?” He smirked.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I said before I sank down on his cock. He slipped in
with ease--Zabuza’s cum was thick and abundant. It had been leaking from me
since I got to Shikamaru’s. Sasuke noticed as well. His eyes momentarily
widened and he stared down at where our bodies met as I rode him. The look on
his face--he knew exactly what happened.
He moved his hips to match my thrusts and wrapped his arms around my waist.
My ass was still bruised and every time we made contact, it hurt like hell. I
coiled around him tighter and he took it as me telling him to go faster--to go
harder. I grunted and tried to keep up with him, but tonight I was nearly out
of energy. His movements were too fast for me. Sasuke liked precision. He liked
to be on point. His cock rubbed against my g-spot every time he drove himself
in.
“Fuck me,” It came out of me like a sob. My head fell to his shoulder and I
took in a deep breath. The tears stung my face and--and I was going to cry
again. Sasuke didn’t stop. He was moving to get himself off, and he wouldn’t
stop until he came.
“Fuck,” He forced the word out and fucked me wildly. This was the drug he took.
There was no way Sasuke Uchiha was naturally this chaotic.
He reached down and tried to grab my cock, but I smacked his hand away. He
tried again and I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and pinned his hand to
his chest.
“You don’t have to touch me.”
“I want you to cum.”
“Don’t think about me,” I tightened my ass around him and he threw back his
head. Obviously this drug made him overly sensitive.
“You little shit,” He panted. He rolled his hips slowly. For a second, he
almost looked angry. But that quickly disappeared and his jaw dropped. “Hold
on, I’m close…”
I sped up my motions and ran my hands along his chest as his orgasm crept up on
him. He came inside of me and nearly passed out afterwards. His sloppy jerking
ceased and he let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
“Was it good?” I asked him.
He nodded and looked away from me, pulling his dick out, “I had no idea you
were so tight.”
God, I was tired of hearing that today. The more I heard it, the more I became
convinced that my only purpose was to be a fuck doll. I’d been doing it since I
was a kid. Back then, I viewed it as something fun that I liked to do. Any kind
would love to stick his dick in another person at that age. But as time goes
on, I just feel this compulsion to be used. I don’t think I’ve ever felt pure
happiness from all of this. All of the feelings were temporary. They’d fade in
a matter of seconds and I’d be left with the heavy guilt.
I climbed off of him and picked up my discarded clothes. The Uchiha went right
back to what he was doing when I walked in. He used his student ID to organize
the powder in little lines.
“This is gonna be so good, now. Better than a cigarette after sex.”
My stomach was turning, I couldn’t stand this feeling. Why won’t it go away?
I rushed into my room and slammed the door, throwing myself on the mattress.
The relief felt like my body thanking me after a day of torture.
“Sleep,” I said out loud. “I need to--I need to…”
 
A week passed by since Shikamaru’s confession. Finals were creeping up and I
was sort of relieved that I didn’t have to worry about Kakashi’s class. I
sucked him off twice after the first time. According to him, I could draw a
dinosaur on the exam and get an A+ at this point. I didn’t tell Shikamaru why I
was so sure I would pass that class. Honestly, talking about my sex stories in
front of him grew awkward fairly quickly.
“You’re better at writing--who knew?” Shikamaru scanned my paper and smirked.
“I assumed math would be your strong suit.”
“You’re changing the subject,” I flipped through the text book with so little
interest that the letters looked like little beads rolling around on the page.
“Tell me what you know about the teachers.”
“I changed the subject for good reason. You’re still traumatized. If I say the
wrong thing, I don’t know how you’ll react.”
“It’s better if you tell me. I know what to look out for.”
He put out the half-smoked blunt and sighed, rubbing his temple, “It’s not just
the teachers--it’s the whole damn school. Teachers, staff, even some students--
though most of them are upper classmen.”
“What is it? Some type of underground thing?”
“A ring.”
“Everyone’s looking for a ring?” That made no sense.
“No, idiot,” He rolled his eyes. “Drug ring, prostitution ring, I’m not sure
what to call it. It depends on who you’re referring to. The school’s divided
up.”
“How do you know this?”
“It’s obvious once you catch wind of it. Ever notice how easy it is to get
drugs around here? Ever wonder where it came from?”
“I assumed it came from you.”
“And I get my stuff from Mr. Sarutobi,” Shikamaru admitted. “He’s one of the
Sophomore history teachers.”
“I think I’ve heard of him. Wait, so teachers are the ones selling drugs?”
“How do you think they get their funding? Parents send money to the school for
tuition and residence. That’s enough for the beginning of the year--then they
start leeching off of us. Parents send money to their kids and the kids spend
it on booze and alcohol. That money goes through the system until it gets to
the big guys on top.”
“So, why’re we even hiding it, then?”
“Keep up appearances,” He reached over and grabbed my paper. “And there are
still a few people--Freshman, mostly--who don’t know what’s going on here. If
you tell the wrong person, everything goes to shit. When it comes to the drug
part, I’m all for keeping it on the down low. But some of the things they do
here--they really make your stomach turn.”
“Like fucking the students.”
“It’s not all the teachers. Most of the teachers are actually only into the
drug part--I know Asuma likes gambling.”
“Asuma?”
“Mr. Sarutobi,” He told me.
He was calling him by his first name? Was he that close to this guy? I mean,
yeah, he got drugs from the guy, but how close can you really be with a dealer?
“And Granny Tsunade’s at the top of this scheme?”
“It’s been going on since before she got here. She knows about it for sure--she
walked in on me and Asuma sharing a joint in his class during lunch.”
“That all you were doing?”
“Yes.”
“They can’t think this whole thing is okay. A teacher is literally holding Haku
hostage and--”
“Don’t think about him,” Shikamaru cut me off. “Haku is fine. There might have
been a time when he needed help, but he’s far gone, now. There’s nothing we can
do as long as Zabuza exists in this environment. Haku will do anything for that
jackass.”
“Has he been around?”
“Of course, not. After what happened to you? He wouldn’t set foot in my home,”
Shikamaru stated like it was obvious. I looked down at my book and felt my
cheeks burning. We never talked about how he felt, but that didn’t stop him
from saying little protective things like that, walking me to my suite from
class, or just being around. I guess it was the best type of awkward scenario.
“So, who’re the teachers that I should keep an eye out for?”
“Why would I tell you and have you go around and sleep with those same
teachers?”
“C’mon, have a little faith.”
We made eye contact for what seemed like forever. Silence took over and I saw
him quickly run his tongue along his lips and I could swear he was going to
lean in. I would’ve welcomed that, to be honest. I don’t think I felt the same
way about Shikamaru as he felt for me. This notion of loving another individual
seemed strange--especially when that individual didn’t put out, not to sound
like a tool.
“First one is Orochimaru,” He whispered, still holding eye contact. “He’s got
this teaching assistant named Kabuto that’s almost as creepy as he is. Then
there’s Kakashi--he’s a nice guy, but I heard he’s got a thing for young guys.
There’s Might Guy, Hidan, and Ibiki Morino--there are more, but I can only get
so much information.”
“Are you sure about Kakashi? He seems like the odd one out in the group you
just named.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’s swell, but he’s still a pedophile. And by definition, he’s
on the list.”
“So, what about Mr. Sarutobi?” I leaned forward and smirked. “Isn’t he just a
little too close for comfort? Doing drugs with a minor with no one else
around?”
“You’re right.” He stretched in his seat as he spoke. “I guess we could add him
to the list as well. Better safe than sorry, right?”
“So, who else knows about this? In terms of the group.”
“I think only Sasuke and Kiba--maybe Sai, if Sasuke’s pulled him into another
threeway with Kakashi.”
I furrowed my eyebrows.
He paused momentarily and then said, “My hands are ultimately tied for them,
not that I really care that much. But I think they’re the only ones who know.”
My eyes drifted down to my wrists and my stomach turned. Does that mean that
what happened to me was okay by the school’s standards? If even the principal
is behind all of this, would she really turn a blind eye to Zabuza blatantly
abusing people?
“Don’t think too much about it,” Shikamaru nudged me. “Just know that you’ve
got to be careful. It’s not as safe here when you become aware of what actually
goes on. It’s like they can see you as soon as you see them.”
“Hard not to think about it.”
“Are you still having nightmares?”
I don’t think there’s been a night since then that I haven’t had nightmares. I
usually wake up some time before sunrise and just stay up. Shikamaru and I
usually started studying at seven in the morning--with it being so close to
exams, classes were optional for the purpose of studying with the teachers. It
was usually easier to be around him if I masturbated before hand. He was too
attractive to be around without thinking about him naked. Emptying myself right
before meant I could focus on the work for a short amount of time.
He read my lack of response and nodded, “I thought so.”
“Sasuke says I should see the therapist.”
Shikamaru scoffed, “Good luck.”
“I’m guessing the therapist isn’t safe, then?”
“Safe is a relative term. If you enjoy what goes on here, everywhere is
virtually safe.”
The front door opened and Chouji walked in with Ino. She had quit hassling me a
little while ago, after a few attempts to grab my dick. She replaced me with
Chouji and judging by how often I saw them together, things were definitely
working out. With the size difference, she would definitely be a tight squeeze
for him--that’s probably why it worked so well.
“Wow, you guys are still studying?” Chouji tossed a potato chip into his mouth.
“I’ve been gone for, like, four hours.”
“We’re just finishing up,” Shikamaru said shortly. “Naruto, you wanna come out
to the balcony?”
“Uh, sure,” We both stood up as Chouji was taking things out of the fridge.
“I’m about to make a few snacks,” He was visibly oblivious to Shikamaru’s
discomfort. It’s safe to assume it was stemming from Ino’s presence. He never
really cared for her--after I told him about how she treated me before we
stopped sleeping together. “A few people are coming over.”
Shikamaru paused with his hand on the balcony door. Without turning around, he
asked, “Who, exactly?”
“Just Sasuke, Kiba, Neji, and Hinata. I think Lee’s studying, but he’d be by
later.”
Shikamaru’s body relaxed once again and he opened the door, “Cool, come get me
when they get here.”
Ino was turning on music as we stepped out. She hadn’t said a thing to either
of us and honestly I’m glad she chose that route.
“You cool with people?” He leaned against the railing.
“It’s not my suite,” I reminded him.
“No, but you’ve been here enough times to gain some say. If anything, you have
the best reason to be here. You’re working hard and Konoha’s on the line. It
would suck if you were sent away.”
A surge of guilt shot through me. He had no idea I was fucking my way to the
finals. And he never would if everything went well. I like spending time with
Shikamaru and he actually put effort into making sure I didn’t fail. What more
could you ask for in a friend? I couldn’t let him down.
“You’ll do fine,” He told me. “Don’t worry.”
“Right,” I forced a smile and looked away from him. “So, you’re not tired of
having me around, yet?”
“I think it would take a lot for that moment to come. You’re not as much of a
pain as the others,” He told me.
“What makes me so different from the others?”
“You mean what makes you likable?”
“Those weren’t exactly my words--”
“Confidence, I suppose. Confidence can do a lot for a person. And it adds to
the sex appeal. The whole blue-eyes and blonde hair combination is just bonus.
Not that I have a preference--it just really works for you.”
I admired how straight forward Shikamaru was, even with his attraction towards
me. He didn’t try to hide it or pretend it never happened. I think that made us
closer. He liked to compliment me almost as much as he liked to sigh and wish
to be anywhere else.
“You think I’ve got sex appeal?”
“You wouldn’t get laid as much as you do if you didn’t. Most of our grade and
the Freshmen know who you are--they lump you and Sasuke together as a pair.
Seems like nearly everyone who wants to have sex with Sasuke will also have
their sights on you.”
“Does the same go for you? Do you wanna fuck Sasuke?” My mind traveled back to
the night of the tent party--Shikamaru had given Sasuke a good enough lap dance
to get him hard. I wonder if he was just as into it. But why should I care?
It’s not like it matters who Shikamaru fucks. But the thought of it being
Sasuke...I don’t think I’ve be able to sleep at night if I knew Shikamaru was
getting defiled like that. Kiba, I could probably stomach.
“I don’t want to have sex with either of you,” He said. “If I’m going to have
sex with someone, it would be on my own terms. And there would be that--”
“--special connection,” I said the words at the same time he did and groaned. I
could only hear that crap so much. “I get it, I get it. But you said I was
sexually appealing.”
“And?”
“And that means sex.”
“Naruto, there’s a lot you need to grasp before the idea of seeing me naked is
even a possibility.”
“Phrasing.”
“You haven’t learned anything, have you? Sex is complicated. Too complicated
for me to understand, so I choose to resist until I’m sure of some more things.
The complications are what landed you with people like Ino and Haku on your
shoulders.”
I winced. He was right. As more days went on, I was beginning to regret my past
even more.
“Okay, okay,” Kiba spoke as he stepped outside. “Stop slutshamin’ the kid.
What’s done is done.”
“I was only telling him to look at the big picture,” Shikamaru blinked and no
significant expression existed on his face.
“When did you get here?” I shoved my hands in my pockets and Kiba ruffled my
hair.
“Just now. Walked in and came straight for the balcony. Figured you guys were
smoking or something.”
“Not this time,” Shikamaru chuckled.
“Were you about to fuck, then?”
“Unfortunately not,” I would’ve loved to be, though.
“Weird,” Kiba’s eyes shifted between us for a moment. “Anyway--we’re about to
start mixing drinks. If you guys want first dibs, you better hurry up.”
“I’m not a fan of drinking,” Shikamaru said
 
I was the only one who wasn’t drunk. And that’s saying a lot, since more people
ended up showing up than planned. Kiba and Sasuke were stripping down to their
boxers and singing to some trendy pop song, Lee was showing off his dance moves
to Sakura, and Shikamaru was just plain hammered to the point where I wasn’t
sure what he was doing, exactly. But I know a “sober” Shikamaru would probably
end up leaving if someone else did it.
I took one shot in the beginning of it all. That’s all I was able to get down
before the rest of the crowd showed up and put a damper on my parade. I wasn’t
prepared for this many people to be here.
Things were different when you’re the only sober person in the room. For one
thing, you’re able to pin-point the exact moment when a person has had so much
alcohol that they start talking nonsense. Kiba was the first, Hinata was the
second--and the rest came after. I think Ino was the one who got drunk last. I
don’t know if I’d chalk it up to her really high tolerance to alcohol or the
fact that she spent most of the night trying to one-up me. I never noticed how
intimidating she really was until a few weeks ago and now it was all I saw.
She’d had me for so long that she didn’t want to let go. Not because she
genuinely wanted me--but because she didn’t want anyone else to have me.
Why am I always seen as a possession? Is that all they think of me? I looked
around at my so-called friends. My trust in them had lessened in such a small
span of time. Everything inside of me hurt while they were laughing and dancing
around. They didn’t notice me when I wasn’t bending over for them. They saw me
as this--this shell that they could fuck and own and…
What if they’re right? It’s what I’ve been useful for all this time. The idea
of living life as someone’s sex doll was appealing to me when I was first
experiencing it. Every time I did it, I would get lost in a new world. And in
my mind, I could swear that I could do that for a living. So, why did I feel
different about it now? If it’s what I’ve always wanted, shouldn’t I embrace
it?
“Naruto, drink this,” Sasuke draped his arm around my shoulder and whispered in
my ear. He shoved a shot at me and nipped on my lobe. “I made it. No, wait,
Kiba made this one. But I made another one that you can drink after that one.
So, hurry up.”
“I’m good,” I muttered and set the shot on the table.
“What’s wrong? You look like someone choked you out,” There was humor in his
voice. I’d told him in confidence what happened to me. I chewed on my bottom
lip and twisted out of his arms.
Fucking idiots.
I left Shikamaru’s suite after grabbing my shit and a slice of cake. I deserved
something nice for staying there as long as I did. As I paced down the hall, I
assumed there would be nothing to do. Nearly everyone I associated with was in
that suite and I’ll be damned if I go back.
Maybe home is the best choice.
I stepped into my empty suite and took in a deep breath. The air smell
significantly cleaner than in Shikamaru’s--it didn’t reek of liquor and weed. I
let my body fall to the couch and stared up at the ceiling. At this point, I
think I can say I’ve counted every tile on the ceiling at least five times. You
find something to do when you’re getting a really bad blowjob.
I flipped on the television and surfed through the channels. Not sure what
would be on during the evening on a--Monday? Who parties on a Monday? Weren’t
they worried about the exams?
Unless they’re all fucking teachers. Because that’s what people do here,
apparently. They fuck teachers and do drugs in the classroom. Funny, I always
pictured this place as being a little bit classier. Maybe that’s what I get for
making assumptions. If they were all fucking teachers, then that would mean
this school actually is some disgusting sex ring. And I’m a part of it. Sure,
Kakashi was a lot more attractive than the average predator--but that’s what he
was. A predator who had told me millions of times that he was attracted to me
because it was basically easy to pretend I was a thirteen year old boy. I mean,
he didn’t say it in those many words, but I can read between lines well enough.
“Was it overwhelming?” Gaara asked from the doorway.
I flinched, but I didn’t take my eyes off the ceiling. Of course, Gaara
wouldn’t have gone to the get-together. He didn’t like heavy drinking and drugs
as much as the rest. He knew when to pass things like this up.
Probably when it was on a fucking Monday.
“I just needed air that wasn’t laced with THC,” I muttered.
“If that were true, you would have stepped onto the balcony.”
“They would have followed,” I broke my trance and made eye contact with him.
Furrowing my brows and narrowing my eyes, I asked, “Why’s it matter so much to
you? Are you makin’ cocaine or somethin’?”
“I’ve been concerned. You scream in your sleep.”
What? I’m sure I didn’t scream. How would he know that? He’s across the suite.
And even if I did, Sasuke and Kiba would’ve heard it and said something to me.
“They’ve been sleeping over with other people. I don’t know where Kiba goes,
but Sasuke visits Sakura every other day.”
“Why’s this the first I’m hearin’ about it, then?” I folded my arms across my
chest. “If it’s such a bother, why wait?”
“No one in the home wants to admit something’s wrong. It’s easier to pretend
we’re in a different world. One where suffering is optional. I’ve noticed
that’s the affect this place has on us. Even myself.”
“Yeah?” I sat up a bit. “What’re you runnin’ from, then?”
“I’d tell you if I knew you better,” He said before backing out of the doorway
and walking back into his room.
In the time he’d been here, he hadn’t become less weird. I just sort of
expected it.
Maybe I should leave, though. I mean, all the messages are pointing to me
getting the fuck out of here. My dad trying to pull me out, me failing every
class, getting hunted down by an abusive psychotic teacher--those were all good
reasons to leave. Especially since Tsunade would barely lift a finger to help
me if it all came down to it. After all, she hated me. Everyone saw it.
What reason do I have to stay? What reason did I have to come here? It was only
two years ago--our middle school gave of the option of the High School or the
Academy. The academy was always known for giving more freedom--it was away from
your parents. Sasuke was the first to decide he wanted to go there. Then he
bugged me the whole day just to make sure I would attend, too.
I suppose I came here for Sasuke. The idea of having to make all new friends
was unattractive--everyone that I knew came here. I thought of Sasuke as my
best friend. And maybe he was. But was that the case now? I don’t know if I
best friend would be as ready to let you suffer. Then again, he’s probably
suffering as well.
Who can be happy in a place where it’s okay for people to abuse you?
I stared at my phone and chewed on my lip, contemplating whether or not I
should call Iruka and tell him to come get me tonight.
“Fucking choices,” I groaned out loud in desperation. “I’m tired of making
choices.”
If I leave, that would be like giving up everything I worked for here. I’ve got
a reputation. Nearly everyone wants me--isn’t that what most people strive for?
I could use all of this to my advantage.
Would it bring me happiness?
Initially, I had the thought to call Jiraiya about it. I was sure he’d have
some pervy, but helpful advice. But he was one of them. Sasuke was able to
seduce him when we were kids. He was practically obsessed with Sasuke, not that
I think about it. He’d always buy us popsicles and watch Sasuke finish his. He
made sure he watched Sasuke.
But what about me? What if he wanted to do things with me, too? I was his
godson’s kid, but we weren’t related by blood. I’m sure that made me fair game
to him. All this time, I saw him as a grandfather--he probably saw me as a
potential toy.
None of them would have you if you died.
The thought came quickly and startled me. It was true, though. If I were gone,
they wouldn’t have their precious golden boy.The perfect toy.
My eyes shifted towards the door to the balcony. It would be so easy to walk
out there and jump. No effort other than falling. But the fall alone probably
wouldn’t kill me. Not with us only being on the third floor. I’d need to go
higher.
“Stupid,” I said, slapping my forehead.
Why think such thoughts, Naruto?
My phone vibrated and shattered the uncomfortable thoughts. I didn’t recognize
the phone number, but it was local. Could be Kakashi. I didn’t have his number
saved in my phone and I didn’t text him enough to memorize it. Or maybe Hinata?
I answered it.
“What’s up?”
“I miss you,” Haku’s voice was hushed. My eyes widened and my body instantly
tensed up. It had been over a week since I’d last heard his voice. And in that
moment it all brought me back to that day. My body started to hurt in all the
same places and I felt like I was going to pass out. Part of me wanted to throw
the phone at the wall and pretend I never picked up. But I didn’t do that. Why?
Because I’m weak.
“I want to see you,” He purred.
My stomach turned.
“You’ve got some serious balls callin’ me like this,” My voice was shaky. Fuck.
“And a nice load waiting for you.”
“Never call me again,” I hung up the phone and tossed it to the floor like it
were some type of bug.
And he called again.
He called another four times before Gaara came back out to see what the noise
was. I hadn’t moved to pickup the phone. It was like this fear that--by picking
up the phone, he would be able to get in my head more.
“Is it him?” Gaara asked me.
I nodded and pulled my knees up to my chest, “I just want it to stop.”
My roommate stared at me for a moment. I couldn’t read his expression
thoroughly, but I recognized the initial pity in his eyes. He picked up my
phone and opened the back of it. The ringing stopped when he pulled the battery
out. When he held it out to me, I shook my head.
“I don’t need it.”
“Would you like me to keep it?” He brought his hands down to his sides, still
clutching the battery.
“Yes.”
He pocketed it and a moment of silence passed through us before he said
anything else, “I was going to get food. I can bring you something back, but it
would have to be after my st--”
He was cut off by a heavy banging at the door. One that made me nearly jump out
of my skin and fall to the floor. There was thick silence afterwards. Both of
our eyes were glued to the door, our bodies tensed as we waited for a voice.
And I was hoping and praying that it was a drunken Kiba.
“Naruto!” Shikamaru screamed from the other side of the door.
We both deflated and Gaara opened the door. The drunken Nara pushed past him
and stumbled inside. He stopped when he was halfway between me and the door and
held eye contact with me. His breathing was heavy and he seemed angry.
“Where the hell did you go?” He threw out his arms and sighed. “You’re missing
everything.”
“Go back to your Monday-night party, Shikamaru,” I said.
“You’re in a mood,” He stumbled towards me and gripped my arms, attempting to
pull me up. “C’mon, we’ll smoke.”
“Shikamaru, let go of me,” I shoved him away. I admit, it may have been too
hard. But he knew how I felt recently and--his breath reeked of heavy alcohol.
The staggered backwards and rubbed his head, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Sorry. I’m--
drunk.”
“I know. You’ve been drunk for two hours.”
“Sorry, Naruto,” He gave me a look and if he were sober, I guess it would’ve
been a sad look. But right now he just looked like a really stern monkey. “This
is why I don’t drink.”
“I just get tired of the constant partying sometimes,” I said--I guess to both
of them.
“So, stop partying,” Even with beer guiding the course of his words, Shikamaru
was still himself vaguely. “You’ve got the choice.”
“I think it’s deeper than that,” Gaara finally spoke up. “You can refuse to
follow the crowd all you want. It can bring good things, but it can also bring
loneliness.”
“If all your friends only like you when you’re drunk, maybe they’re not your
friends,” Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should find people who match
your interest shift.”
“It’s not only that,” I said.
“So, what is it?” He asked me.
I sighed, “Wish I knew.”
“That’s complicated,” Shikamaru slapped his head and sat down next to me on the
couch. “And I think I’m drunk enough. I guess I’ll hang here while my place
gets ransacked.”
Gaara joined us on the couch and honestly, it was a nice fit. I liked them both
and Gaara’s outcast vibe made me feel a little better. He never complained
about being here. And we liked him enough for him to get invited to the
parties--even though half of them were in his own home. But he made the
decision not to join us. He had the ability to say no where I could only accept
the requests and all of the consequences.
“Do you think they’ll be there for much longer?” Gaara asked.
“It’s only seven--I don’t think any of them will check out for the next couple
hours,” Shikamaru shrugged. “I don’t mind as long as they don’t go in my room.
Chouji’s cleaning everything else this time.”
“Are you sure they’ll be alright?” Gaara turned his head towards us.
“Majority of them haven’t had that much. The only people I’m really concerned
with are Sasuke and Kiba. They were taking shots when I stepped out.”
Both Gaara and I sighed at the same time. I guess he felt as responsible for
them as I did. Made sense. His roommates were probably the closest to him so
far. I don’t think he had any significant friends. Though I think Shikamaru
came over to hang out with him once. They stayed on the balcony and smoked for
an hour.
“They’ll be alright,” I told them.
“Of course, they will,” Shikamaru smirked. “But what’ll you do when they come
home and want to have sex with something?”
“They’ll have each other,” Gaara put it simply.
For some reason, this prompted the three of us to laugh. I’m not sure if it was
because it was funny or what. But I was able to relax into my seat right after.
Laughing--man, that’s a good enough distraction for right now.
***** New start *****
I was able to pass the rest of my exams and barely stay in the school. Tsunade
had this weird look of accomplishment when she called me into her office.
Shikamaru spent the last few days of the semester staying for up to twelve
hours straight. I stopped hooking up with Kakashi during that time and I think
that’s what put me over the top. I no longer dedicate hours at a time to
drinking and sex. It’s weird how much more free time I had.
I spent most of my break with Gaara and Shikamaru. We had a full three weeks in
between the first and second semesters. Half of the school went home to see
their families, but my family lived close enough to where I could just visit
for a weekend or two and then Christmas. Apparently, dad was dating a new guy.
I think his name was Yamato or--something like that.
Sasuke left the country with Itachi to do another ‘round-the-world trip and
Kiba was doing something for a military program his mom signed him up for.
Shikamaru went home on Christmas and didn’t come back until the next semester
started. So, it was just Gaara and me for a while.
I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t know that the guy was so easy to get along with.
Over the course of break, we slowly became more familiar with each other. I
learned that he didn’t have any parents. They died when he was a kid, but he
wouldn’t tell me how. His guardian was his older brother, Kankuro. Though,
before Kankuro was of age, he and his siblings were taken care of by their
grandmother.
I told him about my parents in return. Truth be told, I never really know who
my biological dad was. People said he was Iruka’s best friend, and that’s why
he left me with him as opposed to his own godfather. Honestly, I’m thankful for
his choice. Iruka’s raised me from the time before I could walk up until now
and he’s never complained once. Well, he’s complained about the struggles of
having a kid who doesn’t listen to you. But he’s never said anything about me
being a burden--I think he thinks I’m better off.
“So, he’s your dad, then,” Gaara kicked his feet up on the balcony railing and
leaned back in his chair.
“He’s who all the Father’s Day cards go to,” I raised my mug and sipped my
drink. Casual drinking was different than getting fucked up. Gaara and I would
get a bottle of alcohol and a mixer from Sasuke’s room and drink while we hung
out. What we did usually depended on the day. Today, it was cold. Freezing,
actually.
The two of us decided to throw on some robes and drag some chairs out onto the
balcony. It was Gaara’s idea to make hot chocolate with Fireball whisky.
“Do you know vaguely where your biological father went?”
I shrugged, “I don’t even know his name. He didn’t leave very much behind when
he left. But dad says he looks like me.”
Gaara chuckled, “Wouldn’t you look like him? He was the first, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I yawned and downed more of the hot chocolate. “So, got your
classes memorized?”
“I do. I like to get a head start on these types of things. I didn’t get the
opportunity to do so last semester.”
School had snuck up. We’d been sitting around this whole time and we’d have to
be back in classes in two days. It sucked, but at least people were coming
back. You could only have so much fun in a nearly empty school.
“You know we’ve got, like, three classes together, right?” I laughed at the
coincidence.
“Really? How many are you taking?”
“Three.”
“Don’t you need a few more?”
I shook my head, “I don’t need to take PE. I tested out when I got here during
Freshman year.”
“I suppose that’s for the best. What will you do if you see Haku and Zabuza
again?”
I flinched at the names. I hadn’t forgotten about them. No matter how many
laughs and drinks Gaara and I had, they were always right there in my mind. The
memories never stopped drilling into me.
“I don’t know. Avoid them? That’s all I can do. I’m not going to revolve my
life around hiding from them.”
“Has he tried to contact you again?”
“Nah, I think he took the hint,” I hope he took the hint. I hope to god. “I’ll
be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I started at my drink and contemplated my answer. Maybe that wasn’t the
whole truth--but what could Gaara do to fix it? “I can handle it.”
 
My body shook and sweat beads rolled down my forehead. So much for being fine.
It was the first class--the first class of the year. I assumed I would be safe
from them. I assumed by only taking three classes, I would drastically lessen
my chances of running into Haku. But here he was--sitting two seats up and
three seats to the left from me. His slender fingers drummed on his desk as the
teacher wrote his name on the board. He was a tall, thin man with long dark
hair that fell over his eyes. Everything about him just screamed snake--
literally and figuratively. From his sharp eyes to his abnormally long tongue.
“Sasuke,” His voice was like wet silk--I know that doesn’t really have a sound
but, like--just picture wet silk. That’s literally what his voice sounded like,
I shit you not. “Would you be a dear and pass out a few papers for me?”
He held the papers out to Sasuke and watched him walk down the aisles of the
class. He leaned against his desk and tilted his head and--was he staring at
his ass?
My hands balled into fists and my eyes shifted back towards Haku. His head was
resting on his hand and he was texting away on his phone, humming to himself.
Was he texting Zabuza? Was he telling him that I was in his class?
I dropped my head and sighed, “Fuck.”
“Not right now,” Sasuke whispered and snickered as he walked past my desk and
dropped the teacher’s syllabus in front of me.
Orochimaru.
I recognize that name. I heard Kakashi and Zabuza mentioned him. And what they
had to say, I didn’t particular like, now that I look back on it.
I jumped in my seat when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and an unsaved number
flashed across the screen.
I knew exactly who it was.
Haku texted me saying ‘I spy with my little eye…’
I set my phone on my desk and stared at the board. I could feel his attention
on me, even if he wasn’t looking at me. My phone got two more texts in a row
and I swallowed hard in order to keep myself from looking.
After seconds of sweating it out, I turned my phone over and peered at the
screen.
‘...the best lay I’ve ever had…”
‘Chat after class?’
Was he insane? Did he actually assume I would want to talk to him after what I
told him before? I didn’t reply back. Instead, I strained to focus all of my
attention on the class.
Orochimaru gave us the run-down of how his class will work. Chemistry labs,
tests, partners and all of that.
“You will be assigned partners tomorrow. If you have any special requests for a
partner, write them down with your name and give them to me either after class
today or right before class tomorrow. I’ll send out an email with the list
tomorrow night,” He seemed more professional than I assumed he would be. Though
his eyes kept drifting to Sasuke and every now and then, he’d run his tongue
along his lips and pause. “If more than one person requests the same
individual, that person’s partner will be whoever they write down. Just to make
it fair.”
Thank god.
There’s no way I’d write down Haku’s name. I’d rather be partnerless.
Another text.
‘We could get lunch.’
He couldn’t be serious. I pursed my lips and looked up at Orochimaru. This guy
didn’t seem like the type to know anything about Chemistry.
“Will you have opportunities for extra credit?” Sasuke asked with his hand in
the air.
“You should be patient until I call on you, Sasuke. That’s how you get points
deducted,” He grinned. “Yes. There will be plenty of chances for extra credit
if you’ve got anything lower than a B in this class. I hold study sessions and
if you attend them, you get an extra five points added to any test of your
choice. With that said, I drop the grade of the lowest lab score and the lowest
test score. And during the final, the grade for you all will be the cumulative
grade for the class.”
“But that’s not fair,” Someone in the front row called out. “So, the laziest
person in the class will get a grade he doesn’t deserve?”
“Teamwork,” Orochimaru said. “Knowledge can be spread. If you spread what you
know to your classmates, you’ll benefit from it at the end of the semester.
Leave no one behind.”
He picked up his clipboard and stared at the roster.
“Now, if there aren’t any more important questions, I’d like to start roll
call. Is there a Shino?”
Shino raised his hand and I recognized him from last semester. He was supposed
to be my roommate, but his dad threw that embarrassing bitch fit.
Orochimaru nodded and marked him down before he continued with the task. I
didn’t notice exactly how many people were in my class that I’d known. There
was Gaara, Sasuke, and Rock Lee--and I suppose you could count Haku, but that
wasn’t a good thing by any means.
Since it was the first day, Orochimaru let us go with twenty minutes still
left. I guess that’s how my other classes will go. After all, what could you
possibly accomplish on the first day, aside from the syllabus?
My second class went off without a hitch. My teacher was Asuma Sarutobi, and he
was as cool as Shikamaru said he was, I guess. He came in smelling of weed and
chewed on a toothpick that he handled sort of like a cigarette. He decided to
take over as the Junior history teacher while the original was out on pregnancy
leave. He skimmed over the syllabus in ten minutes and had us play a short ice
breaker game before we left.
My last class of the day was small. Maybe eleven or twelve people, not
including the teacher. My eyes scanned the room to scope everyone out before he
arrived. There was me and Gaara, Neji and Kiba were also in the class, but they
sat on the opposite end of the room. The other handful of people were just
faces I remember seeing in the hall. No, wait, there was one guy in the front
row having a mini-crisis over something in his binder. Omoi.
Man, nice to know he’s still the same nervous wreck. Although, now I could see
how attractive he actually was. Not bad.
I shook the thought out of my head. C’mon, you haven’t been in school for a day
and you’re already off track. Keep it together, Naruto.
The teacher stepped in and dropped his books on his desk. The sudden loud noise
was enough to snap our attention towards him.
“I’m Itachi Uchiha and I will be your independent studies instructor,” His eyes
washed over the room and settled on me. The corner of his lips pulled into a
familiar smirk and he said. “I’ll try my best to make the semester pleasant.”
 
“How come Sasuke didn’t tell us you were a teacher this semester?” Kiba place
his hands on his hips. The three of us were circled around our roommate’s
brother’s desk. Gaara was more so waiting for me to get lunch. I don’t think he
cared as much as Kiba and I about Itachi’s presence.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Itachi swallowed the last of his meal--he’d started
eating before he dismissed the class, talk about rudeness.
“He’ll lie,” I folded my arms.
“I don’t think it matters,” Gaara spoke. “It will not affect you, will it?”
“Still, I like to know things,” Kiba griped and threw his hands up.
“He’s right,” I sighed and picked up my backpack. I grabbed Kiba’s arm and
pulled him out of the room. The three of us were going to a tiny ramen cafe on
the other side of campus. Best ramen I’ve ever tasted, to be honest. “So, you
gonna pay for me, Kiba?”
“What’re you talkin’ about? Let me go, I still have some questions for him!”
“None that he’d answer,” I pointed out. “Itachi taught Sasuke how to lie,
remember?”
It’s not like we were intimidated by Itachi’s presence. But--he just had this
thing about him. I could never fully trust him because his eyes just screamed
‘ulterior motive’.
“Whatever,” Kiba twisted away from my and straightened out his leather jacket.
“You’re gonna ruin the collar if you do that again.”
“Don’t make me have to pull you out of so many situations, then,” I stopped at
the bathroom and pushed the door open. “I’ll be out in a second. You guys go
ahead.”
The cafe was only a five minute walk, I wouldn’t be that far behind them. I
walked into the bathroom and let the door swing shut. As I rounded the corner
to the stalls, I stumbled upon something I never thought I’d see.
Haku had Sasuke on his knees. One hand on the Uchiha’s shoulder to hold him
down and the other on his head to fist his hair. He was facefucking him against
the wall and--Sasuke was letting him. He was into it.
Saliva pooled in my mouth and I tasted something bitter. Nausea crept up on me
and I gasped in air. They both stopped what they were doing and turned to me.
Sasuke panted and took in as much air as he could, staring at me with tired,
lustful eyes. Haku chuckled and gripped his member, shaking it a bit.
“There’s enough for two,” He mused. “Come and get it.”
“No,” I mumbled, taking a step back. My eyes were fixed on Sasuke and the most
terrible feeling came over me. One that I don’t think I’d ever felt before. At
least, not this strongly. I hated it.
Haku stepped towards me, stroking himself and licking his lips, “You know, it
just dawned on me that I have no clue what your mouth feels like. Why don’t you
give me a taste?”
I gritted my teeth and shoved him backwards, “Stay away from me.”
He stuck out his lower lip and pouted, “I thought you loved my cock. At least,
that’s what Sasuke says. You’ve been bragging about me, haven’t you?”
Sasuke wiped his mouth and ran his hand along his exposed erection. I talked to
him about Haku in confidence, one night where I was absolutely hammered and
he’d taken it upon himself to stroke my hair. Did he really just blab all of it
back to the monster himself?
“That was in the past. Before I knew how horrible you really were.”
“Me? Horrible? I showed fucked you in a way no one could replicate, didn’t I?”
My hands balled into fists, “You used me and fed me to your perverted partner.”
“You only think negatively of me because you don’t see what I’ve done for you,”
He looked back at Sasuke and then over at me. “You wanted to be fucked. You
were made to be fucked. I gave you what you wanted.”
“I’m not an object.”
“Silly boy,” He grabbed Sasuke by the hair again and pushed his tip into his
lips. Sasuke eagerly accepted all of him and Haku groaned before he spoke
again. “That’s what we all are.”
***** The intruder *****
Sasuke didn’t come back home that night. Honestly, I didn’t miss him. We never
spent much time together these days. When I stopped thinking about sex as the
nectar of men, we lost the ability to talk about anything else. At first, I was
sad about it. He’d held the best friend title for a long time. But now, I
couldn’t care less. He wasn’t a friend. Shikamaru told me that countless times
over the break but I refused to listen.
He was sleeping with someone who was responsible for me going through hell. He
looked me in the eye and I saw no trace of remorse or shame. I brought my hands
up to my temples and attempted to massage out the pain that this whole thing
had caused. I didn’t tell Gaara and Kiba what happened. No need to get them
involved.
“You want a muffin?!” Kiba shouted before he chucked two muffins at me like he
was pitching a baseball. “I’mma strike you out!”
“What’s the matter with you? Leave me alone,” I whined and swatted him away.
“Are you thinkin’ ‘bout lil’ ole me?” He climbed on my lap and wrapped an arm
around my neck. “Oh, such a big, strong man…”
“I’m gonna punch you in the neck,” I muttered.
“You care about my well-being too much for that, son.”
“Get off of me,” I grunted.
“Fine, fine, be that way,” Kiba rolled his eyes and got up. “We’re havin’
Alfredo for dinner tonight.”
“We just had ramen, I don’t need more noodles,” I picked up my phone and
scrolled through the new texts. Shikamaru was supposed to come over tonight to
smoke and--Haku had been sending texts all day.
Most of them were about my body--and what we did during sex. I guess it was his
sick attempt to get me turned on. All it did was remind me of how he abused me.
I tried turning off my phone, but I knew they were still coming. I had to
either change my phone number or find a way to get Haku to leave me alone for
good.
“Why don’t we order a pizza?” I asked.
Gaara shook his head, “I will not call. I always do it.”
“And you’re too socially awkward to hold a conversation with anyone who’s not
in this room,” Kiba ran a hand through Gaara’s hair and chuckled. “I’ll do it.
We’re gettin’ sausage on half of it.”
Honestly, I preferred this to what we did last semester. I think Kiba enjoyed
it as well. He came back Saturday at like midnight and stayed up for Gaara and
me for about an hour or so. Apparently staying with his mom didn’t go over
well. Kiba preferred freedom and he had a bedtime at eight o’clock.
The three of us hung out the entire weekend. I don’t remember seeing much of
Sasuke. He was most likely at Sakura or Sai’s place. I’m pretty sure he was
still sleeping with both of them.
“There’s only so much I can handle in terms of group events,” Gaara explained.
“Right, whatever,” Kiba sauntered over to the kitchen counter and picked up the
bottle of vodka. “We got a chaser for this?”
“Should be some punch in the fridge,” I said. “Don’t drink before you order the
pizza. You’ll fuck up the order.”
“Like I could fuck up a damn cheese pizza,” Kiba shouted and pulled out his
phone.
“I swear to god, if the pizza ends up having fish on it again I’ll piss on
you,” I lifted my head to the ceiling.
Both Kiba and Gaara chuckled at my comment. Kiba ordered the pizza and we
talked about the day we had. I mean, as much as we could talk. I had all my
classes with Gaara, so we saw the same things. Kiba had a class with Chouji and
Ino--apparently Ino sat on Chouji’s lap for most of it.
“Why’d you stop sleepin’ with Ino, anyway? She was your most convenient lay,
right?” Kiba questioned me with an inquisitive look on his face. “I never got
that.”
“She’s crazy,” I sat up. “She just had this really possessive thing going on
that I wasn’t into.” I left out the rape. I couldn’t tell him that. I’d told
Gaara, though I was a little tipsy when I did it so I regretted it right after.
“If that’s the case then you dodged a bullet. Who knows when she’d demand you
get married,” Kiba scoffed. “I knew it, though. She was obsessed with you.
Always talked about things you did to her in bed and telling people how
attractive you were. I think that’s basically how you got your reputation.
Y’know Ino’s in good with the Seniors, right?”
“I always thought it was because I’m gorgeous.”
“Yeah--but the fact that everyone was convinced you were a sex god didn’t hurt,
either. I even got a little curious,” Kiba licked his lips.
“Don’t do that.”
“What about Haku? Gaara says you’ve got a class with him,” He folded his arms.
“You gonna be cool?”
Weird of him to ask. I never really talked about Haku with Kiba--I certainly
didn’t tell him about what Haku did to me.
“I’m not as blind as you think,” He sighed. “Look, last semester around finals
week, you would scream in--”
“I’ve spoke to him about that,” Gaara stated.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “I’ve got Gaara in the class with me. Haku won’t
be able to get to me that easily. He tried to talk to me during class, but I
ignored him. I’ll just do that for the rest of the semester.”
 
 
“Morning, partner,” Haku slammed his books down on the lab table and slid into
the seat next to me. My body shook as I stared at the whiteboard. Stared at the
writing. The assigned pairs list.
My mouth dried out and I felt like I could pass out any minute. This wasn’t
right. This couldn’t be right.
“Like I said, there were a few changes made to the partner list from last
night,” Orochimaru stared past the rest of the class at me. A slow smirk
appeared on his face. “Nothing you can’t learn to live with.”
How did he do that? Gaara was my partner when the list was mailed out last
night--but somehow the list was all screwed up and Haku’s name was next to
mine. He was my lab partner. I felt the overwhelming desire to puke rise within
me. I let my head fall to my desk and dry coughed.
“Sorry about the mix up. This is the finalized draft. Get to know each other
well,” The teacher down in his chair. “We’ll start talking about our first
assignment in a couple of minutes. Chat among yourselves.”
Haku’s hand grazed my leg and I jerked away.
“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He whispered, letting his bottom lip rest on
my ear. “I bet you missed my company as much as I missed yours.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you,” I gritted my teeth.
“Harsh. I never hurt you, Naruto,” He pulled back a bit.
“Fuck you, you know what you did. What you and your--sick boyfriend did.”
“Zabuza’s got a big appetite. I alone can’t satisfy him and if I’m being
honest, he can’t satisfy me, either. I lied to him because it was the only way
to lessen the risk of him killing you.”
“You’re lying.”
“I care for you,” Haku stared at me with pleading eyes. And as soft and full of
regret as they were, I didn’t believe him. He was lying and we both knew it. “I
can show you.”
“I’m leaving the class.”
“It’s too late. The only day you could drop a class without paying is the first
day.”
I stared at Orochimaru. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of me and Haku. He was in
on this. I should’ve known. If Zabuza knew him, he was probably just as bad. He
purposefully delivered me to Haku on a silver platter.
“Why don’t we start the project at your place?” He whispered. “You may not like
mine. My roommate’s a little hands-on.”
“Eat shit and die,” I hissed back.
“Manners, Naruto,” Sasuke said from behind me. “Haku’s intelligent. You should
be happy he’s going to be maintaining your grade.”
“You don’t get to talk to me, either,” I kept my attention forward.
“You don’t control me, dickhead,” He scoffed and kicked my stool.
Haku squeezed my thigh and his hand roamed up to my crotch. I winced and
slapped his hand away, biting my lip in the process.
“Harder to get a hold of than I remember,” Haku chuckled. “Don’t you want to
reconnect?”
Before I could say anything else, the teacher stood up and clapped his hands
together to get our attention, “Your first lab will be due on Friday--two days
from now. It’s the first lab, so it’ll be rather short. But you should still
try your best.”
I’m gonna be sick.
 
Gaara smoothed my hair back as I vomited into the toilet. I’d been at it for
thirty minutes and my stomach didn’t seem like it was out of shit for me to
puke up by a long shot. My breaths came out as pathetic strangled sobs
intermingling with the tears that developed after the first five minutes of
throwing up.
“The only solution is to talk to the principal,” He told me, running his
fingers through my hair in the most maternal way--or fraternal? I’m not exactly
sure. “Do you think you should leave the school?”
“I don’t want to be driven out by not even a handful of people, not matter how
shitty they are,” I spat into the toilet.
“They’ve gotten to you before. What if they do it again?”
“I would never go anywhere with Haku. Especially not alone. As long as I stay
around people who aren’t complete bullshit, I  should be fine.”
“Easier said than done,” Kiba leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom.
“Get out,” My voice sounded like the croaking of a toad.
There was a loud knock on the door and we all paused. I skipped the rest of my
classes and locked myself in my suite for most of it. It could’ve been Haku
coming to look for me. He said he would after the dismissal bell rang.
God, I hope it wasn’t him.
“Open the door, gorgeous,” Haku’s voice was like silk on the other side of the
door. A shiver ran down my spin and my eyes floated upwards to Kiba, silently
pleading for him to do something. Anything--I just needed time. He sighed and
rolled his eyes, walking to the front door.
I heard him opened it and say, “Naruto’s not here, dude.”
“There aren’t very many places he can be.”
“So, you shouldn’t have very places to look, see ya,” Kiba tried to close the
door but Haku stopped him with his hand and stepped inside. “You needa leave.”
“Don’t touch me,” I heard Haku say.
“You can’t go back there!”
Haku appeared in the bathroom doorway and stepped inside, “Where the hell have
you been? I’ve been looking for you.”
“Hey, I said get out,” Kiba gripped his shoulder and yanked him back. His voice
was more like a snarl--like a rabid dog.
The intruder was calm. His eyes dropped to Kiba’s hand and blinked in
disbelief, it seemed. A slow smirk appeared on his lips and he said, “If you
don’t get your hand off me, I will literally kill you.” His voice was slow and
it took me back to the worst places. “I will cut your hands off and strangle
you with them.”
Gaara stood up, “Let’s get you to your room.”
“I’m speaking to him,” Haku fist collided with Kiba’s cheek and sent him
spiraling backwards. He moved into the bathroom and yanked Gaara up by with
wrist. My head fell back to the toilet in time for me to throw up once more.
“Overdramatic little prick.” He pushed Gaara out and shut the door while my
roommates were stunned.
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and crawled backwards into the corner.
“You’re been avoiding me, Naruto,” Haku leaned against the door. “I don’t even
know what’s been going on with you.”
“Get out,” Seeing him nearly sent me into hysterics. Being locked in a room
with him with my ownly exit blocked. The tears intensified as he came closer. I
repeated the words over and over, hoping that the next time would make him
leave. “Get out, get out, get out, get out…”
“What’s wrong?” He knelt down in front of me. “I thought you cared for me.”
“Leave me alone,” I slapped his hand away.
Kiba was banging on the door and one thing ran through my mind: If Kiba didn’t
know how bad Haku was before, he had clear proof, now.
“Are you gonna call the police?” He ran a bold hand through my damp hair and
leaned into me. “You wouldn’t call the police on me. I know you still want me.”
His hand gripped my crotch and I tensed up. He watched my lip shake and paused
for a moment before breaking eye contact and letting go of me. Kiba proceeded
to bang on the door, but he wasn’t trying as hard as he had been in the
beginning. I almost didn’t blame him, the school’s construction was anything
but lazy. Actually knocking down the door would be a bitch on your shoulder.
“Look at me,” Haku moved closer to me. “I’m speaking to you.”
“Get off of me.”
He was straddling my lap, bucking his hips towards my face, “I could fuck you
here. Remind you of what it is that you love so much. Slide my dick into tight
ass and slap your soft cheeks…”
“I don’t want this,” I whispered to him.
“You want me. You just know you shouldn’t,” His scent was suffocating me. I
could feel myself breathing heavier to inhale it. “I know you still want me.”
I remembered when I saw him earlier today. With Sasuke.
“Why’re you even trying?” I spat out. “Don’t you have Sasuke to play with? He
seems to enjoy it more than I would.”
Unless you’re going to do the same thing to him. And if you do, I’ll kill you.
“Sasuke isn’t as cock-hungry,” He licked his lips. “He likes to suck, but
that’s not enough. Now, you--you would whimper and whine and groan for me. A
tight ass and a string of pre-cum to match. You got into it.”
I’m gonna throw up, again.
“You used me.”
“We fucked and you didn’t like what came afterwards” He yelled in my face
before stopping himself and readjusting his voice level. “You knew I had a
boyfriend. You knew there was someone else. What did you expect?”
“You should’ve left me alone.”
“And miss out on the sweetest taste I’ve never had?” He tilted his head.
“You’ve never had my lips on your dick, Naruto. You don’t know how good it
feels. Let me show you and you’ll see why Zabuza keeps me around.”
“Keeps you around? Does that sound right to you? You’re not a possession.”
“I’m gonna break the damn door!” Kiba yelled and there was a heavy bang.
“The security guards are gonna come,” I said to Haku. “And they’ll arrest you.”
“You mean campus security? When have you ever seen security around here? At the
most, they’ll send some teachers up here. And we’re on the same side. How else
do you think we became partners?”
“I knew you did something.”
“Just shared a couple secrets with the teacher--he was very interested,” Haku’s
finger trailed down my chest. “One thing you’ve got to realize is that we’re
all trapped here with no one else. This campus is out of the way. We’re all
each other’s got.”
“Even so, that doesn’t mean you can treat people like trash. I know what goes
on around here.”
“So?”
“It’s not right.”
“The only reason why it’s not right is because you’re resisting. Learn to enjoy
how it is here--I don’t think you’ll find it in very many places,” He unzipped
his pants. “Just enjoy what's right in front of you…”
“Get off!” I shoved him off me and heard the noise when he hit the ground.
The long hair boy huffed and sat up, gripping my neck and slamming my head into
the toilet seat. I saw a white flash that was instantly followed by intense
pain. He punched me twice. One in the face and again in the gut.
“I don’t know where you got this attitude from, Naruto Uzumaki,” He stood up
and walked towards the bathroom door. “But someone should fix it.”
He opened the door and Kiba fell through. Part of me was warmed that he’d been
trying this whole time to break down the door, but I felt an anger flare up.
His eye had already begun to blacken. His jaw dropped and he looked at me, then
back at Haku.
Haku met the strong gaze boldly and wrinkled his nose in the process of zipping
up his pants. As Kiba watched, his eyes widened.
“You fucker!” He lunged at the intruder and got caught in the jaw.
“Believe me, if I took him, he’d look worse than that,” He hissed and side-
stepped past Gaara on his way out.
Kiba ran straight for me and began to examine me, “I didn’t know he was that
bad. I assumed you were overdramatizing a little bit. I’m sorry. I’ll kill him,
I’ll--”
The front door shut and my body completely deflated. The fumes of adrenaline
that I’d been running on faded into nothing and the top portion of my body
collapsed onto his.
“Naruto, don’t,” Kiba wiped my cheek. “Don’t cry. Don’t let him make you cry.”
He spat blood into the toilet like it was nothing. Kiba had been in countless
fights. He could take more than a couple punches and kicks. Hell, I was
responsible for most of those punches, so I knew what he could take.
“You’re not,” He sighed. “You’re not fuckin’ weak.” He slapped at my cheek
softly and pulled me up. “I’ll go after him. You say the word and I’ll take off
now.”
I shook my head, “It’s not worth it. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re shaking…” He glanced back at Gaara. “Go bolt the door. Sasuke’s not
coming home tonight.”
The redhead did as he was told and I heard the deadbolt.
“He can’t get in. Stand up straight.”
My legs felt like noodles and I had little control over my body in general.
Once Kiba picked up on that, he lifted me bridal style and scurried into the
living room. Once he had me on the couch, he opened the balcony door. The cool
air did nothing to soothe me internally, but being cramped in a stuffy bathroom
for hours made my sweaty and gross. It was definitely a refreshing feeling.
“Thank you,” I muttered to him.
He placed his hands on his hips, “Don’t thank me for havin’ to pick your ass
up. Just let me go out and knock him around before he gets too far.”
“That’s not a good move,” Gaara handed me a damp rag and tossed an ice pack at
Kiba.
“And a good move is lettin’ him think he can walk all over us? Do you see what
he did to Naruto? I’m going to murder him when I get my hands on him.”
“I’ll handle it!” I shouted. “I’ll handle him. He’s my problem.”
“He just barged in and made himself all of our problem.”
“Just give me a chance! I’ll do something about Haku. I promise,” I was tired.
So, so tired. “I’ll do something, Kiba.”
“How long’s he been treating you like this?” Kiba ignored my declaration.
“Since the first night?”
I was going to say no, but then I remembered the first time we had sex. I was
turned on and really into the orgy, but he had his cock lined up his my ass
and--I wasn’t into that. Even when I told him to stop, he did it. I ended up
loving it, but at what cost? He didn’t respect me enough to stop when I told
him to. In retrospect, he didn’t care about me at all.
“I don’t know,” I looked away.
“He makes you weak, Naruto. And that means someone else needs to step up and
tell him to fuck off,” Kiba brought an angry fist to his chest. “I’ll beat the
snot out of him before I let you near him again.”
“Tossing around empty threats won’t help,” Gaara told him.
“At least I feel something! You’re just standing there with your thumb up your
ass,” Kiba shouted before he charged into his bedroom.
Gaara’s eyes narrowed a little before he released a sigh and turned his gaze
back to me. “You’ve stopped shaking. Will you be alright?”
I shrugged one shoulder. My other was sore from one thing or another, “No one
can get in.”
“Would you like to sleep?”
“In a bit,” I lifted myself off the couch and took my time getting to my feet.
“I need air.”
“I’ll go with you.”
He followed me out to the balcony and we settled into the chairs. I groaned as
my bones screamed at me for walking to far. My skin felt like it was vibrating,
but I chalked that up to the residual adrenaline and shock.
“You’re keeping surprisingly calm for what just happened,” Gaara murmured.
“I could say the same to you,” I forced out a smirk. “You’re a lot calmer than
us.”
“Panic would help no one.”
I noticed a joint sitting on the small table between us and my smirk grew a
little more genuine. If there was one thing I needed, that would be it. Thanks,
universe.
As I sparked up the joint, I told him about Sasuke and Haku the other day. With
Sasuke not being around, Gaara already assumed something happened between us.
“”I don’t mind him not being around. I didn’t care for him much,” He admitted.
“I assumed as much,” I took a drag and held my breath for a moment.
“He isn’t a good person. I don’t see any light in Sasuke’s eyes,” He sighed and
I handed the joint to him. “He’s done terrible things and he doesn’t care for
you--or anyone else. I don’t know what it was, but he’s not the same person you
were best friends with. This place changed him.”
Wow, so he’s picked up on this school’s bullshit.
“So, do I toss him aside?”
“Do what you think is best,” Gaara took a drag. “At this point, you’ve got more
than enough evidence against him. And with him around, Haku’s got a greater
chance of showing up.”
“What would you do?” I asked him. “After whatever Sasuke’s done to you, I
assume you’d ditch him.”
“Do you know what he did to me?”
“I don’t. But I assume it was bad.”
“He tried to take my virginity in my sleep,” Gaara passed the joint and my jaw
dropped. In his sleep? Really? How low can you be? “I woke up when he was
taking off my clothes.”
“And--he didn’t..right?”
“He froze when he got my underwear off,” His face twisted and he...he smiled.
“He didn’t expect me to be trans.”
“What?”
“Female-to-male transgender. He expected me to have a penis. That gave me
enough time to push him off and ask him to leave. He didn’t say anything after
that.”
Gaara was trans? Wouldn’t I know something like that? I’ve spent nearly
everyday with him and--nothing ever gave it away. Hell, we’d spend hours
watching movies in a tank top and boxers. I would notice something different,
right?
“I don’t get it. You’re--a dude, though,” I blinked and furrowed my eyebrows.
“I am,” He nodded. “Just self-made, I suppose.”
“So, were you born a girl?”
“I don’t like to look at it that way,” He inhaled from the joint and stared at
it for a moment before determining that it was too small to smoke. “I’m a boy.
To say I was born a girl is to dismiss that. I’ve always been a boy.”
“So, that’s why you never joined in when the party got real, huh?”
“I preferred to stay in the closet. But choosing not to engage in sexual
activity with the rest of you was an independent choice. I didn’t feel
compelled to engage.”
“So, how do you look like--a guy?” I scratched my head.
“There you go again,” He sighed and I muttered a clumsy apology for whatever it
is that I did. “It’s fine. I’ve been taking hormones for six months. My brother
let me start before I transferred here. I got chest surgery a year ago,
though.”
“And that got rid of--”
“Yeah, my chest’s flat,” He stood up and lifted his shirt over his head. My
initial thought was that he was going to be freezing in this weather. But I
caught sight of the tattoo on his chest over his heart. It “love” in kanji--
written in red. It covered his whole peck and looked more vibrant than any
tattoo I’ve ever seen. “The scarring has healed, for the most part.”
“Uh…”
“But I’ll get more tattoos to cover them,” He pulled his shirt back on and
shivered. “I’m a bit surprised Sasuke never said anything. I assumed he would.
That’s not a secret people can keep for very long.”
“Why would you want to keep it a secret from us? We’re your roommates.”
“You were strangers first,” He breathed out slowly in a stuttered sigh that I
assumed was from the cold. “You partied and had sex alot. I heard you were
playboys. I didn’t want to be out, because I didn’t want to be a fetish. That’s
usually what happens.”
“Usually?”
“I’ve dated before--told him about my situation. He was fine at first. But then
he got drunk with his friends and--he came to my home. He said he wanted me to
show his friends what he scored. He wanted to show them that technically, he
wasn’t gay. He said he wanted to show them that he had the best of both world.
Because according to him, I wasn’t technically a boy.” I could hear the sting
in his voice. He cut his eyes away from me and turned his head to avoid my
gaze.
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t open the door. He left and I never spoke to him again. Kankuro let me
come here.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It happens. There are people who just want to use you in this world. They see
you as an object for their pleasure and want nothing more than to cum on you
and set you aside for next time. And it’s difficult not to be upset about it.”
“Sounds like you and I have a similar outlook.”
He purse his lips, “So, how do you feel about--me? About what I just told you.”
“What am I supposed to feel? You’re Gaara. That hasn’t changed in the last ten
minutes, has it?”
“It’s not as easy for others to say that, apparently.”
“I can imagine--you’re safe in your own home, Gaara. Don’t worry.”
***** Confrontation *****
Chapter Notes
     AUTHOR NOTE: So, I've been writing something for Haku's point of view
     and it would align with this story. Would you guys be up for knowing
     what Haku's been up to this whole time? Let me know what you'd like
     to see in either stories!
“Where the hell have you been?” I stepped aside as Shikamaru wandered into my
apartment with a lit blunt in his hand. Seemed that as time went on, he just
started to care less and less about getting caught with anything. Then again, I
think we all developed in that way. This wasn’t really a school after some
point.
“You do know we’ve got school, right?” He exhaled a cloud of thick smoke. “I’ve
been doing homework. Honors’ courses are a drag.”
“Granny Tsunade finally talked you into takin’ them?”
“I guess,” He held the blunt out to me and leaned against the kitchen counter.
“So, what’d you need to talk to me about?”
Right, Gaara and I ended up talking over the course of two days about
everything that’s happened. He never pried, but I didn’t leave any details out.
Neither of us went to classes on Thursday or today--so the weekend started
fairly early. But at the end of it all, he asked me a couple of important
questions that...I never really thought to even ask.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” I didn’t want to sound hostile or anything. But the
question had been rattling in my head for hours. I needed to know the truth. I
stared down at the blunt in my hand and chewed on my bottom lip. “Why didn’t
you warn me about Haku. You knew what he was like.”
Shikamaru’s head lowered to the ground and he shrugged. There was nothing
guilty about his demeanor, but I think it would be impossible to differentiate
between guilt and high detachment at this point. Especially with Shikamaru.
“I thought about it,” He started. I passed back to him and he took a deep drag.
“But Haku’s a bitch. He knows how to keep people quiet. That ties into his
games.”
“How did he manage to keep you quiet, then?” That wasn’t a good enough reason.
“At first, he asked. I’ve been friends with Haku for a long time. I’ve seen
what he’s been though,” He smoked once more before passing it back. “Zabuza
treats Haku like shit. In the past, it was a lot worse. I saw him as a victim.
Funny, right? Usually things like this don’t go over my head. But we’ve all got
our moments. I wanted him to find someone else.”
“So, you pointed him towards me?” I crossed my arms, smoke flowed from my
nostrils.
“He wanted you from the start. If it were up to me, it would have been anyone
else. Obvious reasons, you can assume.”
“When did you realize he was full of shit?”
He coughed, “Uh, for sure? When you turned up at my doorstep all bloodied up. I
always wanted to believe Haku really did like you. Part of me still does.”
“Yeah, well, that wouldn’t excuse what he’s put me through!” I yelled and
stepped towards him.
“I didn’t say that, Naruto,” Shikamaru said quickly. “I just--it’s just part of
who we are, I guess. I spent so much time wanting him to be good and happy. Now
he’s so far gone.”
“Because of Zabuza?”
“Yes,” He sighed. “Haku moved in with Zabuza when he was thirteen. Imagine what
all that time’s done to him. I’m not trying to make excuses, but--imagine.”
“I don’t need to imagine it. I saw it.”
“I’m sorry you went through that.”
“I”m fine. I just never want to see that asshole again,” I murmured.
Shikamaru nodded, “If I had things my way, you wouldn’t.”
“It’s nice to know you still care,” I sniffed and looked away. “So, if you
haven’t been hanging out with Haku--and you haven’t been hanging out with us--
who’ve you been around?”
He threw me a goofy smile and scratched the back of his head, “Uh, it’s Neji,
actually.”
The way his cheeks reddened made me clench my teeth without even thinking about
it. I walked towards the couch, “So, you’re into Neji, then?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” He stammered quickly. “We’ve been hanging out since the
day I got back from the break. Couple weeks later we find out we’ve got a few
classes together and so...it just kinda happened.”
“What happened?” I sat down and patted the seat next to me. If they
fucked...man, I thought for sure I would be the first one to get in Shikamaru’s
pants. Guess I got ahead of myself.
“Nothing happened. We’ve just been hanging out.”
“With Neji? I know first hand what Neji can do.”
“You don’t. You know the drunk, sexual Neji, Naruto. We just talk and sometimes
play video games and smoke. Pull a few all nighters and--”
“He sleeps with you?”
“Is that all you hear? He sleeps over. That’s what an all nighter means.”
“So, have you fucked?”
“Why does your mind always go to that? I’m done with the questions,” He took
one last drag and put the roach out.
“I just want to know what you’ve been up to.”
“And what about you? People are sayin’ you’ve replaced Ino with Gaara.”
“What?” I sprang up and my eyebrows knitted together. It was the weirdest
feeling. There were always rumors about me and who I was or wasn’t sleeping
with. But rumors about Gaara were what I couldn’t seem to grasp. Rumors were
for people with reputations like mine, right? He was as unlike me as anyone
could get. “Who said that?”
“I’m not one for gossip--hence why I’m telling you directly. Ino and Sakura
were the first people to say something, I think. Now, Sasuke’s confirming it,
too.”
Sasuke had something to say about Gaara? What else was he saying about him? Did
he tell anyone about him? I swear, if he did…
“I see,” I reached into my phone and pulled out my phone.
Sasuke. What have you been saying?
 
“Fuck him if you want, I’m getting everything I need,” Sasuke smirked at me
through the mirror, straightening his tie. “You wouldn’t believe how insatiable
Zabuza really is. I don’t understand why you didn’t come crawling back for more
after he got his hands on you.”
He couldn’t be serious.
“You don’t have the right to talk about Gaara. Not after what you tried to do
to him.”
“What? Show him a good time? He was lucky he got as far with me as he did,” The
Uchiha rolled his eyes. “I would have made him see stars.”
“Shut up, Sasuke,” I growled.
“Maybe I still can,” He paused and turned to me directly. “Do you think he’d
enjoy getting stuffed in all his holes at the same time? Zabuza and Haku would
love to join in.”
That’s it. I gripped the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.
How fucking dare he? I landed one solid punch on him before he started to
struggle. His eyes burned with anger and he brought his knee up to my groin.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He spat at me as I doubled over. “You’ve
really grown some fucking balls, idiot.”
“Don’t talk about him,” I forced the words out.
“I bet he’s tight, isn’t he?” Sasuke kicked me in the stomach. “I heard those
boys are. The perfect fuck toy.”
“Don’t call him that!” I struggled to get to my feet, but he put his foot on my
back and forced me down to the cool tile. “Don’t you ever, ever call him that!”
“Or what? What’ll you do? If I wanted to fuck him, I would. We’ve got ways to
get what we want,” Right. He was with them, now. I suppose this meant he wasn’t
got to come home. Good. As I lay on the ground, twitching in both pain and
anger, I swore to myself that I would kill him if he ever walked through my
front door again.
“You better not give me the chance to get up,” I shook as I kept my voice low,
balling my hands into fists. “Because if I get up, I’m going to run your head
through the mirror.”
“You’re in no position to make threats. Y’know, you’ve got someone lookin’ for
you. So, you should worry less about Gaara and more about yourself.”
“I can dish out whatever you guys give,” I scoffed tiredly.
Sasuke punched the back of my head and my nose collided with the ground. Fuck--
I hope it wasn’t broken.
“They both plan to fuck you like a dog,” He whispered against the back of my
neck. “You’d be on your knees, whimpering like a bitch in heat. And I’d watch
the whole thing.”
“Get off of me.”
“Imagine two dicks in your ass at the same time. I bet you couldn’t fathom how
that would feel.”
“If you’re trying to get under my skin, it’s not working. I see right through
you.”
“Then you’ll know this isn’t a charade,” Sasuke laughed and ran one hand
through my hair. “I bet you’d love to watch me fuck your boyfriend, though.
Just think about it. Watching his pussy get breeded by another cock. We could
take turns if you’d like.”
“I’ll kill you,” In that moment, I wasn’t in control. It was like I shared my
body with someone or--something else--and when the anger flared up the intruder
took over. All I felt was rage and the desire to rip him to shreds. “I’ll
fucking kill you!”
There was silence.
Sasuke shifted his weight, but he didn’t move off of me. I heard him press a
button on his phone before he spoke, “Did you get what you needed?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I tried to turn.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Sasuke said. He moved off of me and walked towards the
mirror. He readjusted his clothing and sniffed, side-eyeing me. “Fucking
idiot.”
“Get back over here,” I lifted myself to my knees.
“Like I said before, Naruto,” He turned to face me, coolly backing up towards
the bathroom door. “You should be worrying about yourself.”
When he opened the door, Haku stepped in and I felt my heart twist. Sasuke
grinned at me and left. The long haired boy before me locked the door and
licked his lips.
Did Sasuke tell him where we were? Was he waiting outside the bathroom door
this whole time? He walked towards me and my eyes darted around for any
possible way out. He was blocking the only door, but there was one window above
the stalls that I could reach if I really tried…
“Don’t even think about it,” Haku knelt down in front of me and hooked his
finger underneath my chin. “I told you I could fuck you. Any time, any place.
And reduce you to the slut you truly were.”
I felt myself physically weakening from his presence. He wrapped a hand around
my neck and forced me to lay on my back. Why couldn’t I fight back? Why
couldn’t I speak? It’s like I was stuck in some type of hypnosis and no matter
how much I screamed at myself to move I just stayed still.
“You remember how my cock felt in you? Remember the tight squeeze?” He unzipped
his pants.
This can’t be happening.
“I’ve got a treat for you,” His member sprang out of his boxers and he humped
the air slightly. He was semi-hard and straddling my chest in a matter of
seconds. “Something you’ve never tasted before.”
Please, don’t do this, I pleaded internally. Please, I’m begging you.
His tip touched my lips and he groaned, “Give it a taste.”
My heart ached and I felt like I was going to throw up my breakfast. Instead of
saying anything, my lips wrapped around his tip and my tongue flicked across
his slit. He lowered his hand to my head and pushed it down. I took half of him
with no problem. Once he hit my gagging point, he stopped moving and held my
head still for a moment.
“Suck me,” His free hand gripped his length and he stroked himself.
I was sucking him off. Every part of me felt disgusting and my heart was
burning. But my body was driven to pleasure him. My lips massaged his shaft and
I sucked hard.
“This is where you’re supposed to be,” He groaned, moving forward. In one
obnoxious thrust he was lodged down my throat and I struggled to push my head
off of him. “On my cock, drinking my cum. You want me to give you a snack?”
I screwed my eyes shut while my mouth worked on him.
“I’ve got a nice load waiting for you,”  His balls rubbed against my chin and I
smelled...I smelled Sasuke. He fucked Sasuke. My movements faltered, which he
answered with an aggressive thrust down my throat. “Did I tell you to stop?”
I coughed and he grunted unexpectedly.
“I’ll cum down your throat,” He raised his voice and I noticed the taste of
pre-cum developing in my mouth. “You ready for it?”
I didn’t notice I was crying, but when the tears trailed down my chin, it
became a difficult thing to ignore.
Haku cried out as he came. I tried my best to relax my throat in an attempt to
minimize the gagging. He pulled himself out slowly and let his tip linger
between my lips while he stroked out the remaining sperm.
“There you go--a nice snack. Be sure to swallow it all,” He was mocking me. I
couldn’t face him as he stood over me, tucking his junk back into his pants. I
looked down at my hard-on and wanted to die. Is this the kind of shit that
turns me on? Is he right about me? Maybe I’m the same as him and Sasuke--the
only difference is that I’m fighting it? My mind couldn’t fathom being anything
like Haku. He was abusive...unapologetic...forceful....
Broken.
I don’t know how I could still find the willpower to sympathize with someone
like him. He’s a monster. And two out of our three sexual encounters had been
forced. He didn’t deserve any sympathy. If he truly felt anything, he would
know how it feels be on the other end.
“You…” I spat out shakily, rolling to my hands and knees.
Haku turned to me and raised his eyebrow, “Hm?”
“You’ll get what’s coming to you. What goes around comes around,” I said
without thinking.
“You talk too much,” He responded through gritted teeth. “We’ll have to train
you to do better.” Before I could open my mouth, his fist came flying at my
face and lights flashed before my head hit the floor.
***** The ally *****
His fingers trail up my bruises and over my scars. He kept the wet rag pressed
to my cheek and I tried to look anywhere but at him. The room was silent. It
was a lot different during the school day. Teenagers throwing things at each
other and laughing at juvenile jokes. I bet none of them had a clue what was
really going on. They didn’t know that we were all just pigs going to
slaughter. This school was a front. The administration could care less about
grades, they just needed to keep up the act so they wouldn’t draw any
attention. But they were all in on it--Zabuza, Kakashi, Orochimaru, Tsunade--
and him.
He was just like the rest of them. He preyed on us like we were delicacies to
be picked off the buffet line. No matter how nice and gentle he was being right
now, I knew what he was really here for. He wouldn’t fool me.
“I don’t blame you,” Itachi spoke calmly. They were the first words spoken
between the two of us since he found me on the bathroom floor. I had passed out
and according to him, no one else was around. It was hard to believe him--
I mean he was Sasuke’s brother. He raised him. If anyone had something up their
sleeve, it’d be Itachi. He kept his eyes on my nose, attempting to ease the
pain to the best of his abilities, I assume. “I wouldn’t trust me either.”
“I didn’t say--”
He cut me off with “It’s in your eyes. You’ve always looked at me like that,
Uzumaki.”
“I know who you are, Itachi. There’s nothing to trust,” I gritted my teeth in
both pain and frustration.
“Fair enough,” He said. “I suppose you’ve had your fair share of experiences
here that would lead you to believe we’re all against you. But I’m not
interested in harming you, Uzumaki.” He hesitated for a moment. His eyes
shifted to the ground and he asked me, “Was this Sasuke’s doing?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
He lowered the rag and stepped away from me. He sighed and shrugged, “Sasuke
hasn’t spoken to me in months.”
“What’re you talking about?” They had that trip together. Sasuke was with him
during the break.
“After he left for school in the Fall he stopped responding to my calls. The
only way I had of knowing if he was okay was him texting me for his allowance.”
“So, you’re sayin’ Sasuke wasn’t with you for any of the break?”
“No--he said he was spending his break with his girlfriend’s family--Sakura, I
believe her name was.”
I scoffed, but then winced from the sudden sting, “Sakura?”
“I assumed he was lying,” He nodded. A hint of disappointment crossed his face.
“If it was him then I apologize on behalf of him.”
“That’s not how this works,” I muttered to myself before questioning him.
“What’re you doing here, Itachi? Didn’t you have some awesome job as a CEO
somewhere?”
“I’m a family man, Naruto. I want to know what’s gotten to my brother,” He cut
his eyes at me and nodded towards the classroom door. “What do you think goes
on in those halls?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“This school is poison, Naruto,” Itachi deadpanned. “It’s sinking into him.
I’ve tried pulling him out of the school. They immediately started to bribe me.
Telling me they’d make his tuition free, present him with a new laptop--they
even offered me a position here so that I could spend more time with him. I
accepted the last option with the full intention of figuring out why it is that
they were so interested in keeping Sasuke.”
“Ever just think it’s because he’s a genius?” I didn’t mean to blow a hole in
his suspicions, but that would be the first thing that comes to mind. Schools
liked having smart kids, right? “Not everything’s a conspiracy theory.”
“Maybe not,” He smiled and I saw where Sasuke’s charm came from.
I didn’t feel attracted to him. I didn’t feel the desire to be with him in the
least, but he still had this perfect charm that you couldn’t help but get drawn
into. Maybe it was an Uchiha thing. I’d met a few of Sasuke’s other relatives
when we were kids. They all seemed to have the same skills in that department.
“Must be an Uchiha thing,” I smirked aloud and hopped off of his desk. “I’ll
never understand it.”
“The love of a parent is something you should understand well,” Itachi said.
“But you’re not his parent.”
“Has it ever dawned on you that we look more alike than we look like our own
parents?” He blinked and put his hand on his hips. “Seventeen years ago, I got
a girl pregnant. I couldn’t very well be a father at the time--we were in high
school. That would have tarnished any chance either of us had at l living
life.”
“What are you saying?” He couldn’t be saying what I think he’s saying.
“My parents offered to take care of our son, as long as I never said anything.
His mother’s parents left the country as soon as she delivered him. I haven’t
seen them since,” There was a long silence and he closed his eyes. The smile on
his face was unreadable--was it genuine? “Funny. They died after I graduated
college and it turns out I had to take care of my own child and be an actual
father.”
“You can’t be his dad,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “That makes this--so much
worse. What kind of things have you done to your ‘son’?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Sasuke’s told me about all the stuff you’ve done. You’re sick. What kind of
man jacks it over his own son?”
Itach pursed his lips and shut his eyes. His brow screamed frustration and I
think I heard a little grow come from him, “Sasuke’s told you this, has he?
Well played, son.”
I stepped towards him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means Sasuke’s been lying to people since before he could speak. I hoped
you’d be close enough to pick up on when he does it by now. The two of you were
always running around together as kids. Were you not his best friend?”
“I don’t know what I was to him,” I admitted. “Not after what he’s done.”
“He has potential to be good, Naruto,” Itachi said. “Everyone does.”
“Sure he does, but I don’t know about everyone…” Haku didn’t have an ounce of
good left in him. That is what I fully believe.”
“The only people who don’t are the ones who don’t have someone offering to
reach in a pull it out.”
Strange way to put it.
“So, what’s your plan, then?” I asked him. “Are you going to march up to him
and demand an explanation?”
“That’s a bit difficult. When Sasuke doesn’t want to be found, he’s
undetectable. He ran away once as a child and we didn’t find him for four days.
And truth be told, the location was stumbled upon by accident. Sasuke doesn’t
want to see me.”
“I have some idea about where he’s been. There’s a guy named Zabuza--”
“I figured as much,” He rolled his eyes.”It had to be either one of them.”
“Who?”
“Zabuza or Orochimaru,” He said. “Orochimaru was a teacher back when I went to
school here. I was never very deep into the social scene here. I more or less
kept my nose in academics and ended up graduating two years early as a result.
I had Orochimaru as a teacher for a semester and there were students he’d show
more interest in than others. Rumors circulated quickly.”
“So, why would you send Sasuke here is you knew what was going on?”
“They were rumors, Naruto. I didn’t know what was going on. I assumed they
would have squashed whatever was happening by now.”
“They didn’t. Now it’s the whole school.”
“The system is a fucked up thing,” Itachi muttered, momentarily spacing out. He
shook his head a bit and looked at me. “Sorry, side comment.”
“I wouldn’t bother with Zabuza. He’s cruel and--”
“If I was afraid of anyone, it wouldn’t be Zabuza Momochi,” He stated. “Did he
take part in does this number on you?”
“No,” I lowered my eyes to the ground. “But he may as well have. He created the
monster that did.”
“I see--Naruto, I think you are I have very similar interests in this area. We
could be beneficial to each other.”
“Are you asking me to team up?”
“Call it looking out. After all, if we do this alone, it wouldn’t be half as
efficient,” He held out his hand and cocked an eyebrow at me. “What do you
say?”
I hesitated. He could be lying. He could be lying about the whole thing. And if
I fell for it, he could lure me into some type of trap.
But he could’ve done that before. When he found me passed out on the bathroom
floor, he couldn’t have done anything to me. Maybe I should put some trust in
him while he’s done nothing visibly wrong. I sucked on my teeth as I mulled it
over in my head. After a few seconds, I grasped his hand and shook it without
saying a word.
 
-Two Weeks Later-
“No, we’re not gonna go through any of that worry bullshit tonight,” Kiba
shoved a Green Lantern drink at me and rolled his eyes. “We’re gonna get drunk
and do stupid shit.”
“Kiba, I’m done drinking,” I groaned tiredly. It was nearly midnight. Any
partying should have been done four hours ago. I lifted my shirt and scratched
my stomach, yawning at the ceiling. “Why don’t you just go to sleep?”
“Drink with me, Naruto,” Kiba whined. “Everybody’s getting boring. I just want
a fun Friday night for a change. Please?”
There was no way to say no to Kiba when he pulled his puppy face. It was
ridiculous, actually. He did it so well that I would believe he was raised by
dogs if I didn’t know him well enough.
“I’m gonna get Gaara,” I sighed and backward out of the kitchen and walked
towards Gaara’s bedroom door. As I raised my hand to knock, I paused when I
heard a noise. It sounded like...a groan? I stepped closer and put my ear
against the door. I could just barely make out faint moaning. Was it Gaara? He
must’ve been watching porn or something.
The sounds went on for another few minutes before I decided to knock softly,
“Gaara? You in there?”
They ceased.
He started to fumble with something on the other side of the door. I heard
drawers opening and shutting and something heavy fell.
“Gaara, you alr--”
He opened the door and asked quickly, “What is it?”
“Uh,” I struggled to find my words. His hair was messier than usual and his
eyes were heavy. His chest heaved a little bit and his pajamas were disheveled.
The kid had been masturbating. How cute? “Kiba wants to drink before bed.”
He stared at me with a blank face for a moment before asking “Do either of you
know what time it is?”
“He won’t leave me alone until he’s drunk. So, I won’t leave you alone.”
“Why not give him a blunt and go to bed? It’s more likely to make him sleep.
Didn’t you slip him the melatonin?”
“It doesn’t work if the person’s actively fighting sleep,” I said. Don’t judge
us. Sometimes Kiba was unbearable. He’d stay up till the sun rose and want to
talk and laugh all night. Gaara and I started crushing up melatonin and putting
it in his tea an hour or so before our ideal bed time. And if there was one
thing Kiba never missed, it was tea. “Look, you just--finish up what you’re
doing here and I’ll get him started. Promise you won’t be awake for more than
thirty minutes--an hour at the most.”
“Finish up?” He furrowed his eyebrows and stepped out of his room, shutting the
door behind himself. “Let’s get this over with.”
We joined Kiba for drinks on the balcony and had five or six drinks each. Kiba
promised he didn’t mix them with anything too strong--but that could have
easily been a lie. If he’d said it on a weekday before school, I might have
believed him. But this was the weekend. And Kiba didn’t believe in ‘too strong’
on the weekends.
“I think my drink went bad,” Gaara slurred his works and examined the contents
of his cup. “I don’t taste the alcohol, anymore.”
“That’s cause you’re mostly alcohol, now,” Kiba patted his back. “It’s good,
right?”
“I don’t know, it’s hard to tell,” Gaara rubbed his head.
“D’you guys think Itachi’s tellin’ the truth?” I asked, watching my drink swirl
in the glass.
Kiba shrugged, “Who knows? But if you’d not gonna trust the guy, it’s better to
make that decision now rather than later. He hasn’t been very much help. It’s
been two weeks and he hasn’t found a thing.”
“Yeah, but we went two years without finding anything,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah,” He waved a hand in dismissal and downed the rest of his drink.
“Looks like I’m due for another.”
“C’mon, Kiba, how long are you gonna keep us out here? Poor Gaara’s freezin’.”
Gaara nudged me, “I’m fine. I just need more than pajamas to keep warm.”
Instinctively, I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him up against me.
He really was freezing. His whole body was shaking and as cold as ice. I leaned
into him, “You guys wanna drink inside?”
“We can drink inside any time!” Kiba exclaimed, standing up. “What about the
great outdoors? You wanna ignore the beauty of mother nature? Who do you think
you are?”
He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. I glance down at Gaara,
watching as he slowly sipped more of his drink. I learned something interesting
about Gaara during these past couple months--he could smoke and drink like
nobody’s business. I thought we were professionals, but Gaara was able to out-
drink Kiba and still keep his composure. Sure, he was probably really, really
fucked up. But you couldn’t really tell unless you asked him.
“You think maybe you should slow down?” I chuckled. “Your liver must be
plottin’ your death by now.”
“So, I’ll kill it before it kills me.”
“Is that how you’re gonna live your life?”
“No,” He sunk down further into me. “I’m just going to roll with things. It’s
what I’ve been doing so far. And it’s put me in a fair place.”
“You know roommate assignment suggestions are gonna start coming in within the
next two months, right? Think you’ll want to renew with us?”
“You and Kiba?” Gaara started out at the scenery. “Perhaps. I do think it’s
luck that I became such good friends with my roommates.”
“I’d go so far as to say we’re your best friends,” I brought a hand up to his
hair and ruffled it.
Kiba came back out with a tray of shots and swore to us that after we each took
four of them, we’d be able to go to sleep and he would call it a night. Gaara
and I were able to get down three, but Kiba took our last ones for himself. Not
that we minded. I could tell that Gaara was reaching the end of his limit as
well. We talked for a few minutes after the drinking was over and Kiba passed
out on the couch some time during.
I deadbolted the front door and staggered off, following Gaara into his
bedroom. I fell on the bed and laid on my back. Gaara pulled his shirt off to
reveal a tight fitting tank top and tossed it to the side. As he crawled into
bed, I groaned and asked, “Why is it that I’m always the big spoon? I like
cuddles.”
“Because it’s my room,” He turned his back to me and settling into me. I opened
my mouth to say something in return, but settled on an accepting smile and
wrapped my arms around him.
It just started recently. I can into his room one night after another
nightmare. Instead of speaking to me, he just pulled back the covers and I
crawled in behind him. To be honest, it was a weird gesture. I didn’t expect
Gaara to be the type--but he never made any objections. As the nights went on,
I started doing in more frequently. It became a regular thing to sleep in his
room. I don’t remember than last time I slept in my own bed for a night. If I
was home in between classes I’d take a short nap on it, but nothing more than
an hour or so. Besides, my bed just started to feel wrong after a while. I
didn’t share beds before. Ino rarely slept over and I didn’t like staying at
other people’s places very much. I didn’t understand how addictive it felt to
have someone sleep next to you every night.
To have the same person sleep next to you every night.
I suppose our friendship is what made it to nice. I wholeheartedly believe
Gaara and Kiba were my best friends. I rarely saw other people these days.
Shikamaru would come by from time to time and bring Neji--I think the two of
them were officially seeing each other. But that could’ve just been gossip.
Other than him, I’d see Hinata and Lee. They mostly came over to smoke. Lee was
such a lightweight when it came to drinking that he was just too prone to
breaking things.
“I would like to have a roommate who does this next year,” Gaara spoke softly.
“But I’m conflicted.”
“Why’s that?” I picked my head up off the pillow.
“Who knows what could happen over the next few months?”
“Well,” I let my head fall again. “That’s easy--whatever you let happen.”
***** The Uchiha game *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Naruto, you have to go to your class,” Tsunade held her head in her hands and
she massaged her temples as she stared down at her desk. It’s funny how quickly
we were able to slip back into the groove of last semester. Sure, it only took
four weeks, but I was back in Tsunade’s office in no time and she was giving me
the same tired lecture. The only difference between then and now is that she
lacked that fire that burned last semester--now, it was more like she was
begging me not to fuck up. “You can’t pass otherwise.”
“I can’t go to that class,” I shook my head slightly and my expression remained
neutral. Granny Tsunade knew how insistent I could be--there was no need for
the dramatics at this point.
“And why’s that, Naruto?” She grumbled into her hands. “And please don’t give
me some bullshit rant about how the seats should be heated, I--”
“I want to switch to another teacher,” I deadpanned.
Tsunade’s hands dropped to the desk and she stared at me with a look that I
could only guess stemmed from confusion, “Excuse me?”
“I want--no, I need to switch classes.”
“And why’s that?”
“I--I can’t tell you,” There was no way I could tell her. One of two things
would happen. Either she would laugh in my face and tell me to suck it up--that
would mean she knew what was going on in this place. Or she wouldn’t believe me
and would send me there anyway. I couldn’t face Haku. I couldn’t be his
partner.
A thick silence passed through us. Tsunade sucked on her teeth and held eye
contact with me. I swear, I could see fire behind those eyes. Terrifying,
scorching fire.
“So,” Her voice started out slow and calm--that was never a good sign from
Tsunade. Usually that meant she was going to throw someone out the window
within the next five minutes--or worse. “You want me to switch your schedule
five weeks into the semester and you won’t tell me why? Naruto...do you think
this shit is a game?”
I furrowed my eyebrows and brought my hand up to my chest, “Did you just curse
at me?”
“I can’t take you out of a class without a reason, Naruto. But I can set up a
meeting with the teacher and we can--”
“No!” I sprung forward quickly and placed my hands on her desk. “No, I don’t
want to see him. I just--look, the guy freaks me out, okay? I don’t like the
way he looks at me.”
“No one likes the way Orochimaru looks at them,” Tsunade rolled her eyes.
“So, why keep him as a teacher here?”
“Naruto, we don’t hire people based on who the students like,” She said. “We’re
here for educational purposes. We hire the best and the brightest. Orochimaru
is a genius and no one’s ever failed his class--that’s why we keep him. That’s
why he’s your best hope for a teacher.”
“I’d rather repeat the grade than stay in that class.”
“And you’ll have him again next year.”
“Look, Granny,” I stood up and leaned over her desk. “I can’t go back to that
class. So, we should just work something out, now. Either you take me off
Orochimaru’s roster or I just keep skipping until I fail the whole year. I
don’t mind repeating.”
There was a look of both contemplation and agitation on Tsunade’s face. I
didn’t expect anything less, honestly. Especially not when someone was
threatening to screw up her school’s academic record.
“You’ll be the death of me, child,” She whispered through clenched teeth.
“So, we’ve got a deal, then?” I brought my hand up to my hair and ran my
fingers through it slowly. “Awesome, whatever you need, I’ll do it.”
“We’ve only got two openings,” She sighed in defeat. She turned towards her
computer and I watched her fingers move. Her eyes scanned the screen intently.
“One’s an opening in gym--Zabuza’s class.”
“What’s the other?” I asked quickly. There was no way I’d move from Haku to
Zabuza. That was like getting away from a rabid dog by jumping into a lion’s
den.
“There’s an opening in technical theater. Do you think you can handle moving
wood from place to place?”
I’m sure there was some type of sexual joke I could’ve found in that, but now
wasn’t the time. Theater in the place of absolute torture.
“Of course, I can!” I exclaimed. “Thanks, Granny! You won’t regret it!”
“This is the last time, Naruto,” She said. “I cut you more slack than I do most
students--I can’t keep this up.”
 
~~
 
“C’mon, how long’s it been since you’ve had sex?” Kiba followed me into my
bedroom and leaned against the door frame. He never knew how to take a hint. In
all our time as friends, I both admired it and loathed it. “Just a quickly.
Please?”
“Not now, Kiba,” I pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the side. A smirk
appeared on my lips when I heard him gasp. What’re you doing, Naruto? I asked
myself. I was actively rejecting him, but I still dared to tempt him like this.
And how long has it been? When’s the last time you had sex? Sex without someone
forcing their way into you?  “Why don’t you call one of your fuckbuddies over?”
“Would you believe I’m runnin’ dry?” He asked, crossing the threshold. “Come
on, Naruto. It’s been so long.”
It’s not like I hadn’t been thinking about it lately. My sex drive had always
been high and since I wasn’t sleeping with anybody--there were times where I
got a little more frustrated that usual.
“Kiba, we--”
“You wouldn’t even have to tell anyone. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop,” He
stepped forward quickly. “I just need some way to cum. Jacking off only gets
you so far.”
He was right.
A moment of silence passed through us before I sighed and sat on my bed, “Fine,
Kiba--ah!”
Before I could finish my sentence, he was on top of me. His arm hooked around
my waist and he lifted me off the bed, moving me up towards the head of the
bed. I nearly got the wind knocked out of me when he slammed me down on the
sheets.
“You won’t be sorry,” The brown-haired male breathed out before he pushed down
his pajama pants. He was already hard--dripping, even. My best guess is that
he’d been jerking off in his room since before I got back home. If that was the
case, he was already revved up and ready to go.
I involuntarily licked my lips at the familiar sight. My mind went back to the
first time I sucked him off. He was the first one to facefuck me and, man, it
was hot. He positioned the tip of his member in front of my lips.
“I’m gonna need to be lubed up,” He said, stroking himself slowly. He moved his
hips forward with consideration, easing his way into my mouth. Once he hit the
back of my throat, he paused and sighed. “Shit, it’s so warm.”
We had sex. An hour of consensual, actual sex. I don’t know what drove me to
it--not that I regret it. Kiba’s a friend and we slept together because I
wanted to. Not because he felt like he had some bizarre ownership over me or
wanted to make a point. I guess I kind of forgot there were some people who
were actually respectful--if that’s the right word to describe this type of
situation.
He left my room afterwards. After a clumsy, slightly awkward good night, we
decided to part ways. I assumed it would be a little awkward in the morning,
too. I don’t think either of us ever thought we’d ever have (I’m assuming)
sober sex with each other. I waited a good ten minutes after he left to jump
out of bed and tip-toe into the kitchen. I couldn’t sleep properly after sex if
I didn’t get any water. It’s nice to go to bed replenished, y’know?
I walked out without bothering to put on any clothes. It was nearly two in the
morning, there was no way Gaara was still awake--and Kiba had just spent the
past hour inside of me, so my feelings of shyness around him were temporarily
lessened.
I opened the fridge as quietly as I possibly could, but it seems that
everything tries to screw me over by being as loud as they possibly could be in
this situation.
I held my breath as I moved, pouring the cup of water and straining my ears for
any other movement in the apartment. Boy, I forgot how nerve-racking this type
of situation was. I used to sleep over Ino’s place and she’d send me out to get
her a sandwich or some juice--and Sakura had the ears of a dog, I guess.
I was able to finish the task successfully, but when I turned around on my
heel, the living room light came on.
Fuck.
I expected to see either of them, standing there with a look of utter
confusion. I shut my eyes and braced myself for some crude comment.
“Naruto,” The voice made my eyes snap open. Sasuke stepped into the living room
from our side of the hall.
“How did you get in here?” I reached down and picked up an article of stray
clothing from the floor. Thank god I’m a fucking slob.
“I still live here, Naruto,” He said. “I’ve got a key.”
“Well, return the key and get out. There’s no place for you here!”
“Are you trying to wake the other two, Naruto?” He kept saying my name. I hated
the way it sounded on his tongue. “Because they don’t need to be a part of what
needs to take place.”
“You need to leave, Sasuke,” My hands balled into fists.
“Haku says you’re working with Itachi,” He softened his tone. “Is this true,
Naruto?”
Itachi. How would Haku know that? I didn’t tell anyone but Gaara and Kiba about
what Itachi and I talked about. Could Itachi have…?
“You can’t trust him, Naruto.” Stop saying my name.
“Seems like that runs in the Uchiha family, too, then?”
He winced and cast his eyes down, “I’m sorry for what I did, Na--”
“Don’t say it, again,” I shook as the words trickled out of me. “Don’t you dare
say my name again. You don’t deserve the right.”
He opened his mouth to speak before clamping his lips shut and taking a step
back, “I didn’t expect you to sit down and have a nice, rational talk with me.
You’re not that kind of person.”
“I know your game, Sasuke,” I said in a husky voice. “I don’t trust anything
about you.”
“And you trust Itachi?”
“More than you. He’s proven himself more than you ever have.”
“By doing what?” He scoffed. “Feeding you elaborate lies to make you like him?
What exactly did he tell you in order to make you fall for whatever he’d got
planned? Did he tell you he wants the best for me? Did he tell you I’m out of
control? I bet he tapped into that protective streak you’ve got and asked you
straight up for help.”
Itachi taught Sasuke how to lie. The words echoed in my head until the
realization came upon me. I could never trust either of them. Did I really mean
to get involved in this Uchiha business?
“Having a moment of self doubt?” He asked.
“Not when it comes to you.”
“I’m your best friend, Naruto.”
“You aren’t any friend of mine,” I snapped back. “A friend wouldn’t do what
you’ve done. A decent human being wouldn’t have done what you’ve done. You’re a
monster, Sasuke.”
He flinched again at my words, “If I was a monster, I wouldn’t be telling you
about what I know.”
“This could easily be--” I paused and looked down at myself. Shit, I was still
naked. I kept my eyes on him as I backed into my room. I plucked my pajamas off
of the floor and quickly shoved them on. Sasuke appeared in my doorway and
leaned against the frame.
“I didn’t know you were sleeping with Kiba.”
“I didn’t know you were fucking Haku.”
He raised his eyebrows and nodded, “Fair enough. But really, I’m not doing this
to hurt you. I’m---I’m sorry about that time in the bathroom. I--”
“Don’t you dare talk about that,” That day still gave me nightmares. There was
no way I could look at him while recalling the events. “Don’t ever talk about
that.”
My mind went back to what he’d said before--about Gaara. I felt the anger from
that day all over again.
“Don’t talk about any of us. Not me...not Kiba...not Gaara…”
“Are you still pressed on that?” Sasuke chuckled. “Give me a break, you can’t
act like you love the kid when you just got done fucking someone else less than
twenty feet away from his bedroom door.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He drew in a breath and looked up at the ceiling. After a few moments, dark
eyes focused on me and he stepped into the bedroom, “I know you, Naruto. Like
the back of my hand. I tried to reason with you, but I forgot how much of an
idiot you are.”
“What’s the big idea? You’re not in the position to be callin’ me names.”
“That’s the only way to get through to you,” He said. “Because apparently, your
gullible ass can’t smell a set-up.”
“Excuse me? Who would be setting me up?”
“Itachi,” He folded his arms across his chest. “Naruto, do you have any idea
what’s actually going on around here?”
Chapter End Notes
     So, you can pretty much tell that there's a bit of a conspiracy going
     on. I'm thinking things will start to escalate soon. Stay tuned!
***** Week five, second semester *****
“He was listening, dobe,” Sasuke growled, pounding my desk. He winced the
instant after he did it, forgetting what time it was. We both went silent and
held our breath, listening for any movement anywhere else in the suite. “I had
to make it believable.”
“You were believable, alright. I had the bruises to prove it,” I said bitterly.
His actions that day ultimately led to Haku violating me once again. I couldn’t
forgive him for that. No matter how much he explained.
“There was nothing else I could do. If I didn’t hit you, he would know.”
“So, it was a test, then?” I snickered at the notion, shaking my head.
Ridiculous.
“It’s so much more complicated than I thought it was--than either of us thought
it was. Naruto, we’ve got to get out of here or we might not make it out
alive.”
That sentence made my heart skip a beat. What did he mean by that? I knew there
was some messed up stuff going on here, but talking about someone dying? That
was extreme. What really was going on here? Was it so complicated that Sasuke
had no idea how to explain it to me?
Or maybe he’s lying.
“If you can’t trust me, don’t trust anyone,” Sasuke told me.
“That’s a tall order. I’d trust anyone before I trust you. Give me one reason
why I shouldn’t.”
“Because you’ve been talking to be for twenty minutes and neither of us has
drawn blood. I’m not interested in fighting you. I just want to tell you what’s
going on.”
“And why would you tell me of all people?” I folded my arms. “Why not tell
someone who can actually do something about what’s happening?”
“This isn’t something that can be fixed from the outside, that’s why. You’ve
got to dismantle it from the inside.”
This was weird. Was I really supposed to believe this? That he was actually
working against the people he spent so much time with? First Itachi and now
him?
“I’ll admit,” He started. “I’ve done some questionable things. Most of the
things you’ve seen me do--you know it wasn’t me, right?”
“Attempting to rape Gaara wasn’t you?”
He winced, “You heard about that.”
“You’re scum. And if you ever lay a finger on him again--”
“I’ll own up to it,” He interrupted me. “I’d say it was a drunken mistake, but
I was filled with more than just whisky.”
I was well aware of Sasuke’s drug habits. He’d been hooked on speed, Xanax,
Klonopin, and a few other things I could never remember the name of. Since the
end of Freshman year, I don’t think Sasuke’s ever been completely sober for
more than a few minutes at a time.
No excuses.
“I don’t care what you had in your system. If I hear anything from him about
you coming near him, I’ll rip your arms off myself.”
“Was that an invitation back home?”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “It was a warning--if we’re all ever in the same
place again.”
“Have you actually fucked him, yet?” Sasuke asked me.
“Why do you keep askin’ that?!”
Sasuke shrugged, “Call it curiosity. I really was interested in him.”
“Itachi,” I said, changing the subject. “He said some--really convincing
stuff.”
“No offense, Naruto, but you’re fairly gullible. It doesn’t take much to
convince you of something. I was able to convince you of a lot of things when
we were kids,” A smirk appeared on his lips but disappeared just as quickly.
What did he mean by that? Was he admitting to lying about Itachi? “I never told
you the full nature of my relationship with my older brother.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we’ve been having sex since before I even knew what it was,” He told
me.
“What?” I didn’t see that coming.
“It started off as a game we’d play,” He carried on. “Naked wrestling. Can you
believe I fell for that?”
“Naked wrestling?”
“He assured me it was okay, though. Since we were brothers and all, we deserved
such pleasures,” He ran a hand through his dark hair and took in a deep breath.
“I actually started to like it towards the end.”
“The end?”
“Because I came here. Since I was never home, he had no one to play the game
with. He didn’t seem to like other kids--it was just me. And he saw you as some
type of threat,” He laughed at the last sentence and snorting. “As if you
could’ve ever landed me.”
“I wouldn’t want to.”
“I guess he’s here now because I stopped speaking to him,” Sasuke said. “After
I didn’t go home for the break, he started to get a little more aggressive with
his approach. When the school offered him a position, he jumped on it.”
“And tell me why I’m supposed to believe you instead of him?”
“Didn’t I already answer that question?”
“I don’t remember, I was too busy mentally calling bull shit on everything
you’re saying,” I sighed.
“Listen--about Haku--”
“Here we go.”
“He’s--he’s a really complicated person,” Sasuke began to explain. As if I
didn’t know. If he were a simple individual, none of this would have happened.
“He’s got something going on--in his head. Look, he’s not all bad, but--”
“You can’t honestly be defending him. Didn’t you come here to apologize?”
“Yes, but I need to explain, too,” He sounded urgent. Was could he possibly say
that would make Haku seem like less of a monster? If that was his goal the
whole time, he should just turn around and leave. “First--Haku left Zabuza. He
left him the night he confronted you, Gaara, and Kiba..”
“Well, good for him,” I rolled my eyes and they fell on Sasuke. I realized I
didn’t recognize the facial expression he had on his face. It was a face I’d
never seen Sasuke make. I always knew he was full of secrets, but he never
looked like he had anything to hide. But this face--this pale, sober face--he
was holding something major back.
“If you’re gonna tell me the truth, might as well be the whole thing. You can’t
afford anything less at this rate.”
“Naruto, you need to understand that there’s more than what meets the eye--”
“You guys keep fucking saying that and never explaining. I’m aware of that, I
experienced it first hand.”
“You’ve experienced some of it. You spent a couple of months on the other side
of the fence. That’s not enough time to go through the whole thing. When I said
this was a matter of life and death, I meant it.”
“So, what are you saying, then, Sasuke?”
“God damn it,” This time, it was his turn to roll his eyes. “He fucking killed
him, Naruto.”
 
~~
 
Here we were, sitting across from each other in my bedroom like two civilized
human beings. You could never tell that I was aching to maul him where he sat.
As Sasuke lingered around my presence, my anger had evolved into pure hatred.
He seemed to be making my life more difficult with every movement he made,
whether he wanted to admit it or not. He beat me up in the bathroom, started
fucking the guy who made my life hell, convinced me to start sleeping with a
god damn teacher, and now he was trying to rope me into a murder?
First of all, how was I supposed to believe these two idiots killed someone
like Zabuza? A buff gym coach with a raging temper. If anything, he would send
them away in body bags before they knew what hit them. Most of all, school
seemed to be going along normally. If the gym teacher had been dead, people
would have noticed by now. Then again, I don’t linger around the school long
enough to see how everyone’s doing. Kiba seems to be the best source of
information for me.
Sasuke watched me from my desk and huffed, closing his eyes, “I know it sounds
crazy, idiot. But it’s the truth. No more lies.”
“Sounds like something you’d say before you told me another lie.”
“What kind of convincing do you need, dobe?”
“I want to see a body,” I found myself saying. I wasn’t sure where it came
from. I didn’t, in fact, want to see a body. Especially not Zabuza’s.
“We already chunked it,” He said and I deflated with relief. “Look, just think
of something I’ll do it.”
“You can’t rush me,” I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.
“Sorry--” He lowered his eyes and for a moment, I thought I saw some real
emotion. Real sadness. What had Sasuke been through this whole time. “--
I should go. Haku’s expecting me back.”
“Does he set your bedtime, now?”
“No, but he doesn’t like to be alone for very long,” Sasuke admitted. “He’s
terrified of the dark. If you want to talk, you can find me here.”
He wrote down the building and suite number they were living in. I honestly
didn’t think I would ever use it--the last thing I wanted was to see Haku ever
again.
“Don’t tell anyone about anything I told you tonight. You don’t know who you
can trust, got it?”
“Got it,” I swallowed and watched him slip out of my room.
The smell of cinnamon lingered around me until I heard the front door click
shut. Part of me wanted to go after here. There’s something about watching
Sasuke walk away that kind of just makes the viewer sad, y’know? Almost longing
for the good old days.
Sigh.
 
~~
 
Shikamaru was in my theater class. Not only him, but Neji and Hinata as well.
It was weird seeing the two of them without Neji practically on Hinata’s ass.
He seemed too busy trying to keep Shikamaru’s attention away from me.
“I’m glad you transferred in,” Hinata mumbled. “But why so late?”
“It just took me that long to realize I didn’t want to be in a class without
you,” I flashed her a grin and looked back down at the door we’d been painting.
“Sue me?”
“Oh--uh…” She looked down and her cheeks burned.
Still got it.
I looked up momentarily to see what Shikamaru and Neji were up to. Some dumb
game of keep away with a paint brush. Ugh.
“Gross,” I muttered and looked down.
“Hm?” Hinata perked up. “Oh, you mean the two of them? I think it’s sweet. Neji
had never spent this much time around a boy before.”
“Yeah, well, there are other ones to choose from.”
“Naruto--if you don’t mind me asking…” She hesitated. “Do you like Shikamaru?”
We made eye contact and maintained it for a few passing seconds before I threw
her a smile and shook my head, “Of course, not. I’m just lookin’ out for the
guy. You gotta admit, your brother’s not the easiest to get along with and I’ve
never heard of him bein’ monogamous--”
“People change,” She interrupted me. “People are constantly changing. Neji
likes Shikamaru. Trust me.”
That didn’t make me feel any better. I felt something for Shikamaru. I don’t
know what it was, but I felt it. And I knew Neji. There was no way the two of
them could mix soundly. Just no way.
But here they were. Laughing and joking together, exchanging glances and
smiling when the other looked away. I pursed my lips and torn my eyes away from
them. So, maybe Neji’s feelings were genuine. But that didn’t mean he was good
enough for Shikamaru. Shikamaru was smart, funny, caring--but maybe he deserved
the happiness? He did seem to like Neji, too.
“Very good, Naruto!” The art teacher approached us and folded his arms across
his chest. “I think you’ll be a great asset to the crew.”
“Thanks, Mr. Namikaze,” I gave him a cheeky grin. The guy seemed alright for a
new teacher. He wasn’t too timid, but he didn’t butt into our business. And
since he was fairly new, I assumed he didn’t hold as many secrets as everyone
else around here.
“He looks a bit like you,” Hinata noted as the teacher walked away. “I didn’t
notice it before, but since I’m seeing the two of you side by side…”
“You really think so?” I looked the teacher up and down. The hair and the eyes
were close, but that was about it. I didn’t look like him very much in the
face. Still, I can see how she would make that assumption. “I don’t see it.”
“Of course, you can’t,” This time, Hinata chuckled. “You can’t see the two of
you together.”
“Looks like you two are hittin it off,” Shikamaru broke into our conversation.
I see the two of them stopped flirting long enough to realize other people were
around.
“Whatever,” I scoffed and didn’t bother to look up at the two of them.
“How are Kiba and Gaara doin?” Hinata asked me. “I haven’t seen either of them
in a while.”
“They’re fine,” I said, intending for that to be the only information I gave.
But after seeing look of concern on her face, I added more. “Kiba’s been his
same old self. Drinking and being an idiot. Gaara’s good--that’s pretty much
all I can say.”
“Fair enough,” She nodded.
We didn’t say anything else to each other for the next ten minutes or so. The
teacher came around every once in a while to make sure we were still on
subject. The guy wasn’t so bad. He showed up at the beginning of the semester
and apparently, he’s ten times better than the last theater teacher.
“I was wondering--if you’d like to come to town with us after classes?” Hinata
seemed to blurt it out, as if she’d been thinking about asking me and just spat
it out to avoid the hesitation. “We’re going shopping for more art supplies and
spring break supplies.”
“Spring break supplies?” Was spring break coming up? Was it really that far
into the semester? Weird.
“We’re going to the beach in two weeks. It would make more sense to buy
everything we need before the prices go up,” Shikamaru said.
Wait, so he was going places with Neji, now? On trips and shit? This just got
better and better.
“I’ll pass,” I shrugged and began to stretch my arms and yawn. “I’m gonna take
a nap when I get home. Not much will make me leave after that.”
“You sure?” Shikamaru asked. “We’ll probably chill at my place afterwards.”
“I’ll pass,” I repeated.
Neji leaned over and whispered something in Neji’s ear. I couldn’t take much
more of this. Maybe it was a childish part of me that hated the fact that
Shikamaru didn’t seem to like me anymore. It seemingly happened overnight. One
moment, he was feeding me compliments, the next moment he wasn’t returning any
of my texts.
“I’ll be back,” I stood up and left them quickly. I wanted to be anywhere else.
I left the stage and walked into the theater classroom. The teacher was the
only one in the room, everyone else was scattered about the area.
“All finished with your door, Naruto?” Mr. Namikaze grinned at me. “I’d be
happy to find another project for you.”
“Hand cramp,” I commented. “Mind if I just sit?”
“I suppose I could give you a break. First day can be overwhelming, right?”
“I’m not new,” I spoke up. “It’s not overwhelming at all. I’m just not useful
for very long. Don’t get used to me doin’ much work, it’s pretty rare.”
“Ah, so, you’re one of those students,” He nodded and pursed his lips. “I guess
I expected that. That’s how y--”
He seemed to get caught on his words and looked away from me.
“Er, so, Naruto--” He cleared his throat suddenly and put his hands on his
hips. “How’s school going so far?”
“You’re really askin’ me about school?” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Seems like as good a time as any. I’m curious,” He walked around his desk and
sat on top of it, facing me. “How’re your classes treating you?”
“Eh, they’re fine,” I flicked my wrist. “Doin’ all the studyin’ and stuff, no
problem.”
He chuckled, “That’s convincing. Don’t fall too far behind. What will you do
what exams roll around? Teachers won’t just hand you an ‘A’ on a silver
platter.”
Little did he know…
I smirked and shook my head, “I’ll take my chances.”
“And you’ll end up right back in the eleventh grade again,” He said. “You seem
like a smart kid. Just be careful.”
“The hell’s with the dad-moment?” I folded my arms.
He stared at me for a moment and bursted out laughing. It took him a while to
regain his composure. God, his laugh was so--perfect. Like, in the wierdest
way. I felt like I’d heard it before.
But where?
“Sorry,” He ran his hand through his hair as the laughing died down to an
occasional chuckle. “I guess it’s just a habit. I’m always parenting my step-
son. It sorta bleeds over into work.”
“Yeah, I hear ya, I guess,” I relaxed in my seat and stared up at the ceiling.
“‘Anyway, don’t expect to see me here everyday, Mr. Namikaze--”
“Minato,” He said.
“Hm?”
“Call me Minato,” He repeated. “No need for formalities.”
Minato. For some reason, the name rang like bells in my head. I’ve heard that
name before. Everything about the man seemed familiar--like someone who’s
always been in the background, but I’ve never seen. But where did I know him
from?
“Is there a problem?” He asked me, leaning forward slightly.
I shook my head quickly, “No, nope, nothing.”
The bell rang before either of us got the chance to say anything else. I’d have
Itachi’s class next. He didn’t know that I met up with Sasuke last night. Could
I really face him? Seems like I was asking myself that more often than not.
I stepped out into the hall and walked in the direction of the next class.
Shikamaru caught up with me.
“Hey, you alright?” Shikamaru asked.
“Why? What’s up?” I muttered, keeping my pacing.
“You didn’t talk to me much during class.”
“Didn’t want to take unnecessary attention away from Neji,” I sighed. “Figured
if you really wanted to talk to me, you would make the needed effort to do so.”
“What’s with the attitude?” Shikamaru asked. “Are you mad because I’ve been
spending time with Neji?”
“I couldn’t care less.”
“I think that’s a lie.”
“Too bad you won’t be able to pry,” I stopped in front of my classroom and
opened the door. “This is my stop.”
“Your stop?” Shikamaru stared past me into the classroom and raised one
eyebrow. No doubt, he saw Itachi. “Is that Sasuke’s brother?”
“He teaches here,” I said, stepping into the room. “See you around Shikamaru.”
 
~~
 
“Naruto, just the person I was looking for,” Kakashi stood up behind his desk
as I walked into the room. Man, he sure did look surprised to see me, which was
weird considering he sent an underclassman out to track me down. I stepped into
the classroom and looked around. It was weird standing in the room. I
remembered last semester--back when things were a little simpler than they are
now.
“What do you need?” I tried to wear my best indifferent expression. Void my
face of any sign that he could take and misconstrue into me wanting to sleep
with him. I was partially sure that’s why he wanted to see me.
He sat back down and gestured towards the desk nearest to him, “Why don’t you
take a seat?”
“I’d rather stand,” I said. “What do you need?”
“Well, I--” He paused and cleared his throat. God, what was it with people and
doing that? Why couldn’t they just spit out whatever they were going to say.
After a few moments, irritation began to course through me.
“Look, I’m suppose to be doing something with Gaara later. Can this wait?”
“What are you doing for sex these days, Naruto?” The teacher pulled down his
mask, exposing his full face.
I shrugged, “Kiba’s usually around.”
“Kiba?” He looked confused for a moment, but his features softened and he
nodded. “I see. I suppose that makes sense. I friend is as good a person for
the job as anyone else. Um, is he enough for you?”
“Why?” I already didn’t like where this was going.
“Because I would like to sleep with you again,” He told me. “I liked the time
we spent together.”
“I can’t do that, Kakashi-sensei.”
“Kakashi,” He said. “You don’t have to call me that. We’re equals.”
“I’m your student,” I told him. “I should give you the respect you deserve.”
“That doesn’t seem very in-character, Naruto,” He folded his arms across his
chest.
“Yeah, well, I’m tryin’ somethin’ new,” I glanced towards the door. “Is that
all you needed?”
He followed my eyes, “Er--yes. That was my only reasoning for calling you.”
Wow, that really said something about his character skills, didn’t it? Teacher
only calling the student to their room because they want to know if they could
possibly get laid? It was getting more and more difficult not to see through
their bullshit.
“Kakashi, if you don’t mind me asking--how many boys have you slept with here?”
I asked him. There was no guarantee that he’d give me an honest answer, but he
did lower his mask for me--I felt like that was worth at least something.
“Oh, um…” He seemed flustered. “Not very many. I believe you’re the third. It
was always consensual, though. I would always give them a choice.”
“Do you remember their names?”
“I do--” He hesitated. “But I don’t see why that’s so important.”
“Who were they?”
“I think it’s best that you leave. I shouldn’t have called you here.”
“Kakashi. Tell me their names,” We stared at each other for what seemed like
forward, sitting in defiant silence. His lazy eyes looked more submissive in
this moment, like he was waivering. Why was he holding back this information?
“What do you have to hide?”
“Naruto…” He said weakly. “It’s just not something I like to talk about.”
“Why’s that? Afraid I’ll track them down and find out how much of a liar you
really are? You really are like the rest of them, aren’t you? Hungry for sex
and you don’t care where you get it,” I spat. “I don’t know why I thought you
were different.”
“Obito Uchiha,” He muttered. “And Sasuke. Those are the two.”
I should have guessed Sasuke would’ve been one of them. He was the one who
suggested I sleep with Kakashi. But--who was this Obito kid? He was an Uchiha?
So, he was related to Sasuke, then? That was weird, I’d met all of Sasuke’s
cousins and he’d never mentioned that name before.
“Obito?”
“He was a student here when I was just starting out,” He started. “Easily my
most difficult student. He reminded me a lot of you, actually. Never liked to
pay attention and always doing things to get a laugh out of the class.”
“Doesn’t sound like me.”
“You’d be surprised,” He said. “We slept together after he moved on to the next
grade. I didn’t want to risk making a move on him while he was still my
student.”
“So, you went after him, then?”
“It wasn’t what you think it was,” He tried to assure me. Honestly, it sounded
like another predator trying to reel in prey. “He was a good kid. He’d come
into my classroom, we’d talk about things for a little bit. After a while, it
just became routine. And--I suppose I fell for the kid.”
“You fell for him?” I hadn’t heard that before.
Kakashi nodded, “Those were a good two years.”
“So, what happened?”
“Why, he graduated,  of course,” Kakashi shrugged. “What you need to realize is
that this is still high school. Once you get out, you tend to leave everything
behind. Including relationships. We tried to make it work, but he met someone
in college and we slowly lost contact.”
“Bummer.”
“I got over it,” He said. “Moving on is part of the process. I won’t lie to
you, you helped me out with it quite a bit.”
“By giving you a couple blowjobs?”
“I see him in you,” He said. “Not that you’re a replacement--but I enjoy the
familiarity. Sometimes when I was with you, it felt like I was getting another
chance at something. The opportunity to do things over--if that makes sense?”
“Sounds a little corny, if you ask me,” Almost like a trap, I thought. It
wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been lied to. But Kakashi looked fairly
sincere. Like he’d just pour out a bit of his heart to me and was waiting to
see what I would do with it. “But I can see where you’re coming from. I won’t
have sex with you, Kakashi. But I will talk to you. In public.”
“That’s fair enough,” He smiled softly.
Anyway, I should get going, I’ll see you around,” I turned on my heel and left
the room, hearing half of Kakashi’s ‘goodbye’ on my way out.
Obito Uchiha.
Why had I never heard that name before? With all the time I spend around
Sasuke’s family, why hasn't anyone mentioned him? Was he a distant relative?
Estranged? The Uchiha family was a weird one. It was fairly easy to fuck up
with them. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a cousin out there that the
Uchihas collectively disregarded.
“You two seem cozy,” Sasuke appeared next to me as I walked. “I thought you
weren’t sleeping with him?”
“Two people can have a conversation without sex being involved,” I sighed.
“What do you want, Sasuke? I didn’t call for you or anything.”
“Just passed by and saw you two talking,” He said. “So, did he ask for you
back?”
“No,” I didn’t see a reason to tell him the truth on that. “But he did tell me
about an Obito. Obito Uchiha.”
Sasuke stopped.
“Obito?” He blinked. “What’s he know about Obito?”
“Who is the guy?” I asked. “I’ve never heard any of you mention him before. If
he was cousin? Uncle?”
“Obito disappeared when we were kids,” Sasuke told me. “No one knows what
happened. One night he just--vanished.”
“Vanished? How does a person do that? Was he kidnapped?”
Sasuke shrugged, “I don’t know all the details. But I do know one thing--he
disappeared out of his room. Half the family’s convinced he just ran away. The
kid was a real idiot--sort of like you, actually.”
“Hey, what’s the big idea? Aren’t you tryin’ to win me back?” I yelled.
“Still doesn’t make you less of an idiot,” He breathed. “Listen, I was
wondering if you could do me a favor?”
“I’m not doing anything for you.”
“Please, it’s just one thing,” He stepped towards me eagerly. “Can you invite
me over tonight?”
“Why the hell would I do that?” Most of all, was he forgetting that he just
successfully broke in last night? Did he really need me to help him get in at
this point?
“I--guess I miss the other two,” He rubbed his neck and looked down. “It’s been
a long time. I just wanna see them again.”
“I’m not letting you anywhere near Gaara.”
“What is it with you and him, anyway? You know that if Haku finds out how you
feel--” He cut himself off. So many people were doing that around me. Really,
what’s the deal? “You need to be careful.”
“Did Haku say something about him? Is Haku planning something? You better tell
me!” I pushed him against the nearest locker.
“It’s nothing like that, idiot,” Sasuke grimaced. “He’s got suspicions. Strong
ones. Just--calm down the alpha act with Gaara, okay? If he finds out there’s
someone else, he may snap again.”
“Again?” Was there a time before now?
“We can’t talk him,” Sasuke said. “Come to that address I gave you. Haku
shouldn’t be home tonight.”
 
***** Searching for the truth *****
So many lies. My head was spinning and all I wanted was the truth. But why was
that so hard to find? Every time someone said they had answers, it just landed
me in a pit of more questions than I had before. This started out so simple,
but somehow it escalated. Maybe it was because I just couldn’t seem to keep my
libido under control in the beginning. Maybe this was karma from all those
years of being an irresponsible little shit?
But even so, I like to think I deserved some answers. Since I’d done this much
suffering...been abused this much...since I somehow gathered the balls to stand
at the front door of my abuser’s home with no back-up. I couldn’t tell Kiba and
Gaara where I was going. They’d only try to talk me out of it. But…
But I needed answers. I was tired of these games..
Sasuke opened the front door and glanced behind himself quickly, “We’ve got a
couple hours before Haku gets back to campus.”
“Don’t remind me,” I stepped inside and a chill ran down my spine. The energy
wasn’t what I expected. The whole apartment was brightly colored and just--
seemed to light to belong to Haku and Zabuza. “What did you want to talk
about?”
“Right--” He nodded. “Right to business. No small talk.”
“I don’t want to be here longer than I have to,” I didn’t bother to sit down. I
stood in the middle of the apartment with my hands in my pockets. “What
happened with Haku?”
“Haku--first thing you’ve got to understand about him is that...he’s not a bad
person.”
I turned around and began to walk to the front door.
“Wait, wait!” He reached out and grasped my hand--only to recoil when I
snatched it away. “I’m sorry. I just meant to say...he was really wrapped up in
what happened, Naruto. You couldn’t even imagine.”
“Don’t start off with defending him, it’s a terrible strategy. I have no
ability to feel sorry for that monster.”
“I spent time in his shoes,” Sasuke told me. “I spent time where he was--doing
the things he had been forced to do. True suffering. He was brainwashed.”
“Sasuke, don’t do this!” I shouted. “Now, tell me what happened!”
“He’s not right in the head. He’s got these moments where...he just snaps. I’m
not sure what happens, but he just gets this urge to...to own things. Own
people. It’s like he becomes Zabuza.”
He stopped talking when I flinched at the name.
“You don’t have to do that anymore,” He said. There was a hint of desperation
in his voice. Like he wanted me to feel comfortable around him again. He wanted
things to go back to the way they used to be. “He’s not around anymore.”
“So, what will you do if police start asking questions? Do you have any plan to
keep yourself out of prison?” I sighed. This seemed like it would only further
complicate things. But if Zabuza really was dead...that would eliminate a big
threat. Not that I wanted him to lose his life--did I?
I don’t think I actually cared about him, to be honest. When faced with his
potential demise, I didn’t feel any type of sad emotion. Just indifference--
maybe the tiniest bit of hope. What did that say about me?
“Haku said he would take care of all of that. If anything, he would take the
fall if it came down to it.”
I scoffed, “Yeah, right.”
“He’s got the capacity to care, Naruto,” Sasuke walked towards their kitchen
and called out. “Do you want a drink?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “And that’s difficult to believe considering all the pain
he caused me.”
“I’m sorry,” He shook his head. “I don’t know how many times I’ll have to say
that.”
“Because it’s such a big inconvenience to admit he’s a monster.”
“I’ve seen every side of him,” Sasuke said. “I know who he is. He’s not a
monster. He’s damaged. I’m telling you this as your best friend--and his.”
“His best friend? My best friend? Sasuke, if this is what you call friendship,
you can fucking keep it,” I rolled my eyes. “You have been the worst individual
to me. You’ve treated me like shit and you didn’t even care. Why should I
believe you’ve changed, now? Was there some fucking miracle that happened that
made you realize the error of your ways?”
“It was meeting him,” He stated. “Meeting him and realizing there was someone
else who was suffering, too. I experience unforgivable things--and it’s turned
me into this person.”
“I don’t fucking believe you,” I deadpanned. “You guys aren’t the only ones who
are suffering, Sasuke. Drop the act.”
“It’s not an act, I’m just trying to tell you what I feel.”
“If you wanted to tell me anything, you wouldn’t have jerked me around for this
long!”
“That’s enough,” A voice said to the side. I watched Sasuke’s expression--he
pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to the floor. My heart began to race--
I feel like it was going to jump out of my chest and run towards the nearest
window. After all, Haku was blocking the only exit.
“You…” I could barely get the word out before I looked back at Sasuke. “You
said he wouldn’t be here!”
“You wouldn’t have came,” He said hurriedly.
“I told him to lie to you,” Haku said. “Don’t blame him. I just want to talk.”
“You lost the right to talk to me! I’m leaving, this was a waist of my time,” I
didn’t move, though. I couldn’t--not when he was still in front of the door.
“Let me out.”
“I just want to talk,” He repeated, stepping towards me with caution. “I’m not
going to touch you. I promise.”
“Just let me leave, please,” I heard myself begging. There was a burning in my
chest and tears stung my eyes. “I just want to leave.”
“Naruto, it’s okay!” Sasuke gripped my shoulder and I jerked away from him.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed.
“Naruto, please!”
I needed to leave. I needed to push past him and run out that door. But I
couldn’t move. The idea of getting answers was enough to make me stick around.
I would even compromise my own safety for it, apparently.
The two of them watched me from both sides and waited to see what I would do.
Neither them had made any more to restrain me, that had to count for something.
It still took me a while to regain my composure. Being in the same room as both
of them was nerve racking.
“What do you want from me?” I stared at Haku’s shoes, unsure as to whether or
not I had the strength to look him in the eye.
He didn’t answer right away, like he usually did. Come up with some snide
remark to throw me further down the pit.
“I want to apologize,” He breathed out. “For everything I’ve done. I’m sorry.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“I know it doesn’t even begin to make up for--”
“You’re damn right, it doesn’t!” I yelled at him. He showed no sign of
recoiling, nor any sign of aggression. But that didn’t stop me from keeping my
guard up. “You tortured me. You--you raped me!”
“You wanted me,” He said.
“You let your boyfriend rape me and you broke into my home and assaulted my
roommates!” I snarled. “How the hell am I supposed to accept your fucking
apology after all of that, huh?”
“I was a terrible person, I’ll admit that,” He said. “But I’m trying to get
better. Trust me.”
“I wouldn’t trust you if my life depended on it.”
“I’m sorry about that night,” He said, recalling the night he broke into our
suite. “I don’t know what came over me. I just...I wanted to see you. Something
within me wanted to see you. And everyone else was just an obstacle between
us.”
“You sound fucking insane,” I shook my head.
Sasuke cleared his throat and mumbled, “Does sound a little bat shit crazy when
you put it like that.”
“Well, that’s what it was then,” Haku said quickly. “I wanted you. I still do
and I--fuck--I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“Look, if this is all you wanted to to talk to me about, I think we’re done
here. I’ll see you around, Sasuke,” I pushed past Haku without so much as
looking at him. He didn’t stop me from leaving.
When I got to the elevator, I pressed the down button. It opened and Minato
stepped off.
“Naruto! It’s a pleasure to see you, again,” He smiled, but I could see the
confusion in his eyes. Students didn’t really hang out in the teachers’
apartment building. “Uh, what are you doing here?”
“I was just--getting some extra help on some homework. You...live on this
floor?”
“Yes, right down there,” He pointed down the hall. “Fourth door on the left.”
Four door on the left? Well, that didn’t sound right. That was where Kakashi
lived. Was Minato his new roommate?
“You live alone?” I asked.
“Oh, no, I couldn’t afford to pay rent on my own. Not with my terrible spending
habits,” He cracked up like what he said was the most hilarious joke he’d ever
heard. Wow, this guy had a terrible sense of humor. “I actually like with an
old friend of mine. Kakashi Hatake.”
“Ah, I know the guy. Kakashi’s cool.”
“You call him by his first name?”
“I call you by your first name,” I shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Good point,” He nodded and stared at me. “Would you like to come in for a cup
of tea?”
As soon as he tossed the question out there, the hairs on the back of my neck
stood up and I took a noticeable step backwards. At that moment, I knew what
game he was playing at. He flashed the perfect teeth and the warm eyes in an
attempt to come off as the friendly teacher. But he was just like the others. I
should have known. The school’s got a reputation. All the pervs would be
flocking here.
“I should go,” I tried to step around him, but he caught my arm.
“Wait, I’m sorry. Did I overstep my boundary?” He asked me. There was concern
in his voice. Genuine concern? “I tend to do that.”
“So, you ask all of your new students to come over for a drink, then?”
“It wasn’t anything like that,” He chuckled. How could someone smile and laugh
so much? Was this guy just a regular ball of sunshine or what? “You just seemed
particularly stressed about something. I thought a cup of tea would do you some
good.”
Part of me considered it, mostly because of the look he was giving me. But if
Kakashi was in there, it would definitely get awkward pretty fast. I couldn’t
risk that.
“Thanks, Minato, but I should really get going,” I chewed on my bottom lip.
His smile never faltered. He let go of me and nodded, “Very well. But I’ll
leave the offer on the table. I usually have tea in the classroom. Stop by
during a free period if you’d like to talk.”
“Thanks, sir.”
 
~~
 
When I got home, Shikamaru and Kiba were in the living room passing a bong back
and forth while they watched a horror film. The way the smoke halted through
the air clued me in that they’d probably been smoking for a good while.
Especially since Kiba’s eyes were bloodshot and he was drooling on his shirt.
“Don’t mind me,” I locked the front door and walked towards me room. That’s
when Shikamaru called out.
“Sit down and smoke,” He said. I stopped in my tracks and turned to see him
holding the bong in the air. “You look like you need it.”
I took a step back from my door and walked over to them. He wasn’t lying. After
what I’d just been through, getting high was the perfect thing. I took a long
pull from the bong before handing it back.
“So, where’d you go? Gaara said you bailed early on hanging out,” Kiba told me.
“Poor kid’s holed up in his room.”
“He’s fine,” Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “He likes to have his private time once
in a while, you know that. Are you okay, Naruto?”
“What? Oh, yeah,” I nodded and sat down next to Shikamaru. “I’m fine. I just--
I went to see Sasuke.”
“Sasuke? Why the hell would you bother to speak to him?” Kiba growled. “You
shouldn’t have gone without telling anybody.”
“You’re not my dad, Kiba,” I sighed. If he was, this would be a little awkward.
“You can’t tell me what to do. I speak to whoever I want. Anyway, he was full
of shit the entire time.”
“What’d he say?” Shikamaru turned down the volume on the television. “Anything
we should be worried about?”
“Not really,” The bong had come back to me in the rotation. Or had I never
passed it on? Either way, I took another pull and exhale as slowly as I could
before carrying on. “He mostly whined about how sorry he was. He practically
begged me.”
“He wants to come back?” Kiba furrowed his eyebrows. “Why? Isn’t he livin’ it
up?”
“Apparently not. Anyway, he wanted to know if you guys wanted to see him,” My
eyes drifted up to the ceiling. “I said not a chance.”
“Well--”
“Kiba?” I glanced over at him.
“He was good at sucking dick, what can I say?” He muttered. It honestly wasn’t
surprising that that was the first thing his mind went to. After having sex
with Kiba, I realized he was pretty much the most sexually driven person I’ve
ever met. He fucked just to make himself and the other person feel good.
Nothing else mattered.
I guess that’s why the sex was phenomenal. He really knew what he was doing. In
the past twenty four hours alone, we’d had sex three times. And a little
teasing between the two of us during class. Still, the relationship never
changed, and that’s what I was the happiest about. I didn’t want to date Kiba,
I just wanted some healthy sex. Since his interests were similar, it worked.
“I don’t want him near Gaara,” I coughed.
“C’mon, you can’t act like you like the kid like that,” Kiba scoffed. “He’s
like--a little brother.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Yeah, Kiba,” Shikamaru straightened up in his spot and turned his head towards
Kiba. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s pretty obvious you’ve got a crush on Gaara,” Kiba sighed. “I mean, you
guys sleep in the same bed, for fucksake.”
“What? You do?” Shikamaru reacted a little too quickly.
“We just like each other’s company, that’s all,” I’d thought about my feelings
for Gaara from time to time. And I came to the conclusion that I did like him,
even if it was just a little bit. But I couldn’t do much about it. At this
point, I would be roping him further into my problems. I guess I started to
like him sometime after the 1 am walks in the courtyard, the late night cartoon
marathons, smoking and talking about life on the balcony--there was so much
that went on during the break and this current semester. How could I not start
to feel something?
For a second, I thought I saw a little sadness in Shikamaru’s eyes. Though he
turned away quickly, so I couldn’t verify it.
“Cool. You guys wanna pack another bowl?” He asked us.
“Sure, man,” Kiba grinned. “You know I’m always game.”
“So, what about you, Shikamaru? How is Neji?”
“I thought you didn’t like to talk about him?” He chuckled as he grinded up the
weed. “He’s fine. We had dinner a little while ago. Thanks for asking.”
“Still don’t know how you can do it,” Kiba shook his head. “I hear Neji’s a
handful. You sure you can keep him satisfied?”
“I like to think I’ve been doing a good job of it so far,” He shrugged.
We were both silent. Did he mean what I think he meant?
“You fucked him?” Kiba drew in a breath and gripped Shikamaru’s bicep. “Is my
boy finally a man?”
“What’s it matter? It’s just sex,” Shikamaru swatted him away, but he couldn’t
fight the grin on his face. He’d done it. He lost his virginity. To Neji. The
person he felt bonded with enough to sleep with was none-other than Neji Hyuga.
Wow. “And it’s our business.”
“I think I sat down too soon,” I sighed.
“He asked,” Shikamaru reminded me. “Anyway, you really should be more careful.
Who knows what Haku’s reduced Sasuke to?”
“He did sound apologetic…” Now that I thought back on it, he seemed genuine.
And I would know that because I realized in that moment that I’d never seen
Sasuke being a genuinely decent individual. It was so foreign to me--it had to
be true.
“Don’t make excuses for him,” Shikamaru’s voice floated into one ear and out
the other. Did he even have the right to say that?
“You’re trying to lecture me on that after you tried to defend Haku to me?”
“You’re right, and I’m sorry. But Sasuke’s bad news.”
“Hold on, hold on,” Kiba broke in. “I think I’d like to hear what he’s got to
say. I never got in my two cents with the guy. Who knows? If it goes for the
worst, I’ll get to knock his skull.”
“Is violence always your resort?” Shikamaru asked flatly.
“Like you haven’t done it before. What about that fight with Haku?” Kiba asked.
We all fell silent immediately after when they realized what he had done.
Shikamaru fought Haku? What was this? Was this because of me? Or did Haku do
something to him?
“What’s he talking about, Shikamaru?” I stared at him with my hardest
expression. One that he couldn’t avoid.
“I had a little confrontation with Haku last semester. Nothing too big, but it
didn’t end very well,” He finally finished packing the bowl and the bong over
to me. “It was about what happened with you guys.”
“So, you fought over me, then?”
“Yes,” He nodded. “Sort of. Kind of just shoved each other once or twice. I
wouldn’t call it a fight, that’d be giving me too much credit.”
“But still--he could have really hurt you,” I told him. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Haku could never really hurt me,” Shikamaru said. “He cared too much about me-
-he just had a really fucked up way of showing it.”
“I could give a rat’s ass about Haku. But we’d have to ask Gaara if he’s okay
with Sasuke coming by,” Kiba said as I passed the bong to him. He stared at it
for a moment, as if he were debating whether or not he should smoke. Or maybe
he was confused about what he was actually doing. Did he forget how to smoke?
“If he doesn’t want him around, then it’s settled. The vote has to be
unanimous,” I said.
That’s when someone spoke up from the other side of the room. All three of us
flinched and Kiba clutched the bong to his chest and dropped everything else he
was holding.
“I don’t mind being in the same room as him,” Gaara stepped into the living
room in his pajamas. His eyes seemed heavier than usual--he must’ve been
sleeping. “I don’t want to be alone. But I’d feel safe with you all with me.”
He looked right at me when he said it and I felt an unfamiliar tingle in my
heart. The corner of my lip pulled up into a timid smile and I lowered my eyes
to my hands. Gaara crossed the room and sat in the recliner across from us. My
smile faded when I realized there was virtually no room for him on the couch. I
mean, our couch could seat four or five people, but it’d be a squeeze. It’d
make more sense for there to only be three people. But still--I wanted to sit
next to him.
“You wanna smoke?” Shikamaru offered, gesturing towards the bong Kiba was still
grasping.
“I’m fine,” Gaara shook his head. And it registered to me why his eyes looked
so weird. He was stoned off his ass.
How much did he hear, exactly? Had he been in the hallway the entire time? Did
he hear Kiba’s statement? Did he know?
We made brief eye contact before Kiba shoved the bong at him.
“C’mon, smoke! You’ll need it,” The brunette said. He had his phone out and was
texting someone as he spoke. I glared at him out of the corner of my eye.
“Kiba...who’re you texting?”
“Thought we were inviting Sasuke over?”
“Not now!” I shouted. “Are you an idiot?”
“Let him do it,” Shikamaru gave me a bored look and scratched his head. “It’ll
be fine.”
***** Impromptu meeting *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
They’d been mumbling in the corner for the past ten minutes and Shikamaru’s
attempts at distracting me weren’t working out at all. For one thing, as long
as Sasuke was within breathing distance of them all, I wouldn’t let my guard
down. Anything could happen. And also, Neji showed up with Hinata. Shikamaru
said it’d probably be best to have more people if we were high. But Neji was
hovering all over him on the couch. Trying to show me that, once again, he had
something I didn’t. So obnoxious.
Anyway, we spent the first twenty minutes in an awkward silence until Shikamaru
could finally finish rolling a blunt to pass around.
I’m sorry, at this point you can probably assume we’d turned into some pretty
serious stoners. Answer is you’re damn right.
We got high and spoke as a group for five minutes before Sasuke asked if he
could speak to Gaara in private. I’m pretty sure Gaara would tell me what they
spoke about, but I could see some of it on his face. Sasuke was apologizing.
“He’s not gonna be able to fool Gaara with this act,” I brought the blunt to my
lips and inhaled. The smoke from this one hit me. I paused what I was doing to
blow smoke rings, but ended up keeling over and coughing.
“Whoa, whoa, slow down, Naruto,” Kiba laughed. He was probably the least
bothered one in this situation. We all felt the tension, but Kiba assumed we
were all well on our way to being friends again. Being roommates again. “I
think you’re already pretty stoned.”
I picked myself up and handed the weed to someone else. “Maybe, yeah. But,
like, I still don’t trust Sasuke. I mean yeah, I want things to go back to the
way they used to be. But you still can’t deny he’s not the most trustworthy.”
“That’s true, but he is smart. He probably already knows we don’t trust him. If
he’s trying to come back like this, he wouldn’t rely on his lies,” Kiba
shrugged.
“Why the hell not? It’s how he was programmed,” I asked. I looked back at them
and something twisted in my stomach. I squared my jaw and stood up.
“Get your hand off of him,” I yelled to Sasuke.
The Uchiha stared back at me and for a moment, I saw his signature icy stare--
but his expression quickly softened and he moved his hand off of Gaara’s leg.
Gaara didn’t seem bothered at this point, either. He was always pretty good
about not showing his emotions when he didn’t want to, but I expected something
from being confronted by your attempted rapist.
“Naruto, seat down,” Shikamaru grabbed my hand and pulled me down. “Just chill.
they’re fine. Gaara can handle himself. Let’s go to the balcony?”
There was no way I was leaving Sasuke in here, “I’m not leaving him alone with-
-”
“Neji and Kiba will be inside,” He shrugged and stood up. “It’ll just be for a
little bit. I need some fresh air.”
It would be nice to get time in with Shikamaru when Neji wasn’t trying to
practically dry hump him from behind. I stood up and walked behind him to the
balcony. And I shit you not, I’ve never been that cold in my life. It was
utterly terrible.
“Son of a fuck,” I flinched and wrapped my arms around myself.
“Stop being a bitch,” Shikamaru chuckled before he asked me. “So--you and
Gaara?”
“You and Neji.”
“That’s because you didn’t want you and me,” He leaned against the railing.
“It’s not like a completely blew you off.”
“You’re right. And you’ve moved on, which is good…”
“And?”
“And what?”
“I feel like there’s something more that you wanted to say there,” He tilted
his head and I realized I couldn’t notice his faint five o’clock shadow through
the smoke inside. He really did look significantly more mature than last
semester. Maybe it was the earrings? Or the new tattoos he acquired over the
break and this semester? He was getting a little more muscular as well. Since
technical theater required a lot of heavy lifting, I wasn’t surprised. “Is
there something else you wanted to say, Naruto?”
Was he looking for something? Waiting for me to say something in particular?
Waiting for a chance to say ‘I-told-you-so’ and laugh in my face? Fuck, I’m
asking too many questions.
“I just--don’t see why you would jump from me to Neji--we’re not in the same
league at all.”
“Why’s that? Neji’s just as popular as you are. And just as attractive. Or do
you not like to hear that?” Shikamaru pushed himself off the railing and paced
towards me, backing me up against the balcony door. If anyone opened the door,
they’d find us in a compromising situation.
“I don’t like being compared.”
“Are you threatened by Neji?” He grinned slowly and scoffed. “Sure does sound
like it.”
“It’s nothing like that.”
He pressed his forehead against mine and I felt a pair of strong arms wrap
around me and pull me into him, “Still too stubborn to admit it.”
“There’s nothing to admit.”
Soft lips grazed mine, “Sure, there isn’t.”
I could feel myself shaking. Although, I was pretty sure it was because of
Shikamaru at this point, rather than the cold. I wasn’t sure if I liked this or
not. Sure, I wanted him sexually. But  there was a reason we never did
anything.
He ran his tongue along his lips quickly and stared down at me. Shit, this was
weird.
“Shikamaru, what are you doing?” I chewed on my lip and watched him. I had to
admit, he did look pretty sexy. “This is the worst place and time for this.”
“Why? I thought you wanted to kiss me?”
“I do, but--”
“You do? So...it’s still an active wish?” He raised his eyebrow. “I’ll give you
permission. Go for it.”
This is too weird, I thought. But...he did give me permission. He told me I
could kiss him. I think he even wanted it. I licked my lips and stared at him
for a moment before I leaned in and captured his lips with mine. And I don’t
think I’ve ever had a more tender kiss in my entire life. I always assumed
Shikamaru would be a decent kisser. It was just something about him that lead
me to believe that. But I didn’t expect him to be the passionate type. Usually
people kissed eagerly, wanting an appropriate bridge between taking off clothes
and actual fucking. But he kissed me and put every ounce of heat in it..
One hand gripped my waist and the other came up and cupped my cheek. My eyes
fluttered shut and we clung to each other for another minute or two. One kiss
turned into multiples and when he nipped my lip, I surprised him with a light
groan.
“I’m not having sex out here,” He said quickly and that’s when I broke away
from him.
“What? Who said anything about sex?” Out here? Did that mean he’d be open to
the idea, though?
“No one, yet.”
“Wait, so--you want to have sex?”
“Not right now,” He sighed. “I’m feeling a little guilty. This plan too an
unexpected turn. I just meant to distract you.”
Oh, right--Gaara and Sasuke were still inside.
“I’ve gotta get in,” I gripped the doorknob and Shikamaru laid a hand over
mine.
“I wouldn’t go in there unless you can come up with a clever, non-embarrassing
way to explain your boner.”
Fucking Shikamaru.
 
~~
 
They were all laughing when I finally came back in. Sasuke and Gaara had
rejoined the group and they were playing some type of charades game. I made eye
contact with Sasuke first. He ceased his laughter and gestured towards our
designated side of the suite. I nodded and he got up and walked towards his
room.
I followed him and we ended up in my room. I shut the door and locked it before
turning back to him.
“What kind of game are you playing, Sasuke? I told you not to mess with Gaara.”
“It’s not like that. I’m just trying to fix what I messed up,” He said. “I’m
not going to hurt him.”
“You touch him again and I might hurt you.”
“You don’t own him, Naruto. Why doesn’t the world realize this by now? We don’t
belong to people!”
We?
He swallowed as soon as he said it and looked down at the carpet, “I just want
to make things right.”
“But why not start with Kiba? He’s the most excited to see you here.”
“Because I wronged Gaara in a monstrous way,” He said simply. “If I want to
potentially come back, I’ve got to settle the big things first.”
“And what about Haku?” I folded my arms.
“He’s at home.”
“And he’s willingly going to let you leave?”
“He’s made some arrangements for himself. Zabuza’s rent was paid through the
semester, so he’ll be able to stay there for a while if all goes according to
plan,” Sasuke scratched his head. “I assume after that, he’ll just try to get
through senior year as normally as possible. Hopefully with a few important
people by his side.”
“You can’t mean me.”
“Just think about it, Naruto. Take some time and actually think about it. He’s
trying--we all are.”
“You’re making this sound like some fucking war film,” I rolled my eyes. “He’s
an asshole, Sasuke. And while we’re on the subject, so are you. Don’t pull
anything shady with these guys. I’m watching you.”
“Of course, you are,” Sasuke used his familiar semi-irritated tone. “Regular
guard dog. Don’t worry about it. I hear you. But I see I was wrong about a few
things. I didn’t know you and Shikamaru had a thing.”
“What’re you talkin’ about?” I swallowed. Did he pick up on something?
“I’m not an idiot, nor am I trying not to see what’s already there. You don’t
know which one to choose, do you?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Well, better make the choice quick. Neji’s got a tight grip and Gaara may not
be interested for long.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean…” He stepped towards me and shrugged. “...if someone else was able to
scoop him up, you wouldn’t have him as an option, anymore.”
He wasn’t talking about himself, was he? Did he really do that when he was
already walking on thin ice? I had half a mind to punch him in the face, right
then and there. There was no way Gaara would ever fall for someone as horrible
as Sasuke. But he was right--I couldn’t string both of them along. I felt
something for both of them. How could I choose?
Was it even my place to choose?
“He would never go for it,” I steeled my eyes.
“Maybe not, but I’d still like to try in the future. And if you don’t make a
move, I will. No use in idling around.”
“What are you going to do about Itachi?” I asked him, eager to get off the
subject. This was way too much confrontation for my liking.
“So, you believe me, then?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Avoid him,” Sasuke shrugged one shoulder. “Haku said something to him that
scared him off the other day. Haven’t seen him since. I’m not too worried. I
requested permanent residency with Tsunade and they’re appealing it now.”
“Permanent residency?”
“I’d legally live at the school and be under their personal care. Tsunade would
be my guardian, basically.”
“And Itachi’s letting that happen?”
“I”m seventeen, it’s one of the few choices I can make for myself,” He said.
“Apparently.”
“You’re not fooling me, Naruto,” Sasuke blinked. “You miss me. You say you
don’t trust me, but I think you’re trying to convince yourself of--”
He was cut off when his phone vibrated. He grabbed it out of his pocket and
stared at the screen. I watched his expression twist to something that we’d
called the ‘Holy fuck, Uchiha’. Things rarely surprised Sasuke but when they
did, it had to be something that no one could see coming.
“What is it?” I stared forward and looked at the screen. It was a text from
Haku.
‘Delete my number and all of our texts. Don’t come pick up your things until
after I’m gone. Be good, Uchiha’
“No,” Sasuke muttered. “He’s such a fucking idiot, he can’t do this! Move!”
He shoved me out of the way and bolted out of the room. I scrambled to my feet
and ran into the living room. Everyone else was already on their toes, Kiba
took off after Sasuke. We tried to call him back, but I guess he assumed
something had gone on in my room that drove him away--he assumed I harassed
him. Man, he didn’t have very much faith, did he?
“Kiba!” I yelled for the fifth time. I looked back at Gaara. “Stay here. I’ll
be back!”
I didn’t want to follow Sasuke. I knew he would only lead me to Haku and I
didn’t want to go anywhere near him. But I had to stop Kiba. If he walked into
there, there’s no telling what kind of shit will go down. He’s had a vendetta
against Haku ever since the night in the bathroom.
“Kiba! Come back!” I had to use the stairwell. The elevator was on it’s way
down, so there was still a chance I could beat Kiba. I nearly threw myself down
the flights and burst through the stairwell door. Sasuke was leaving the
elevator and sprinting across the lobby by the time I got down, but where was
Kiba? Hadn’t he been on the elevator?
That’s when my roommate stumbled into me from behind.
“Damn it, Kiba,” I caught my footing and looked up to watch them run out of the
building.
Fuck, I didn’t sign up for this.
When I got outside, the first thing I noticed were flashing lights. Blue and
red. I knew what that meant. But what would cause the police to come out here
after all this time? Did it have something to do with Haku? I crossed the large
courtyard in front of our building and rounded the corner. Four police cars,
two ambulances, and--the principal was here?
As I got closer, I could make out Sasuke and Kiba standing next to each other
looking upon the scene.
“What’s happen…” My voice trailed off when Haku stepped out of the teacher’s
apartment building in handcuffs with two police officers gripping both of his
arms. “What the hell?”
“He did it,” Sasuke grunted bitterly. “He turned himself in.”
Chapter End Notes
     So, sorry this story took a little unexpected turn. I'm a really
     dramatic person and kind of just aimed for a story that satisfied
     that. This one will be wrapping up soon and I'll be doing a part two
     that's basically after everyone graduates high school. Though I'm not
     sure who's POV it'll be from, but I'll happily take suggestions as
     well as some things you'd like to see their junior year closed out
     with?
     And Haku's definitely not gonna disappear after this. No worries!
***** I'm leaving *****
“Did you hear?” One of the upperclassmen in my independent studies class leaned
across the aisle and held his phone out to his friend. “The kid who got
arrested last night...apparently he killed a teacher. Crazy right?”
“No way, which one,” The other boy sprang up in his seat.
It had been like this all day. People whispering in corners, making up rumors
about what actually happened. There was a rumor that Zabuza attacked Haku and
he was killed in self-defense, others say they think Haku’s covering for
someone else, and the worst--they say Sasuke was probably involved.
He spent all of last night after that holed up in his bedroom. His actual
bedroom. Kiba, Gaara, and I all hovered around the living room for a couple
hours incase he needed us. He seemed to be more angry than anything else. That
single emotion trumped all of his sadness and loneliness. All he did was brood
and mutter about how stupid Haku was. Something about how he should have been
involved in the plan.
Kiba was the first to go to bed. Gaara stayed with me for a little while longer
and cuddled on the couch.
“Don’t listen to them,” Kiba leaned forward in his desk. “Just one class left.”
“Easier said than done,” I muttered back.
I tensed up as Itachi sauntered into the room. He didn’t mutter his usual hello
to the class, he went straight for his desk and opened his briefcase.
“I’m ending the day early,” He muttered. He didn’t bother to raise his voice,
but we all heard him and the chatter ceased. “You will spend the next week
studying potential summer jobs and activity programs. Your final grade will be
to turn in proof of employment somewhere through the summer.”
He looked paler than usual. Extra tired.
“Naruto, you stay behind for a bit,” He said. Everyone looked around
uncomfortably for a moment, as if they were all afraid to be the first person
to stand up and leave. Itachi rolled his eyes and sigh, pausing for a moment,
then he spoke firmly, “Leave.”
Everyone stood up and filed out of the room. Everyone except me, Kiba, and
Gaara. I approached his desk slowly and cleared my throat.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“Tell Sasuke to come my apartment when you see him next. He knows where it is,”
Itachi told me.
“I don’t think he wants to speak to you.”
“So, make him get over it and tell him to come see me,” He said sharply. “I’m
done playing games, Naruto.”
His fingers came together in a pyramid under his nose and he stared at me with
a terrifying intensity that I’d never seen before. His eyes were locked on me
and I realized--I realized where Sasuke got it all from. Itachi was absolutely
terrifying.
“There is no game, Itachi,” I heard myself say. “Sasuke wants nothing to do
with any of you.”
He raised an eyebrow, “So, you know, then?”
“Shot in the dark on who to trust.”
“No matter, I’m sure everything will be revealed in time,” He growled. “Just
let me get in a word with my brother before that happens.”
“It’s not our choice,” Kiba broke in. “Sasuke hates you--there’s no way he’d
speak to you.”
“I don’t recall inviting you into this conversation,” Itachi snapped. “Out. All
of you, out. And Naruto, do what I say. This can’t wait.”
 
~~
 
Sasuke agreed to see Itachi and it took next to nothing to convince him. The
actual hard part was getting him to leave his bedroom. Itachi lived a couple
floors above Haku and Zabuza with Kabuto, one of the teaching assistants.
Sasuke let Kiba and I tag along, I didn’t feel right sending him off to Itachi
by himself. Despite the direct pain he’s caused me so far, I found myself
feeling a little better with him around, even if it’s only been for the past
day.
“If this is an apology, you can save it,” The younger brother sighed.
“Not quite,” Itachi cleared his throat and picked up his cup of tea. He sipped
it and let his eyes flutter shut for a while before setting it back down. “I’m
leaving the country, Sasuke.”
“What?” Kiba furrowed his eyebrows.
Itachi leaned back and gave all of us a long look. He always looked like there
was something on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to say whenever Kiba or I
spoke. Like he wanted to remind us that we weren’t invited, he wasn’t actually
talking to us.
“I want to know--if you would like to remain in contact with me,” He continued.
“There won’t be much of a trail to follow after I’m gone, but if you promise to
keep it confidential, I’ll send you an address once I get one.”
“And if I choose to turn it into the police?” Sasuke tilted his head and Itachi
drew in a light breath and lowered his eyes. “That’s why you’re leaving so
suddenly, isn’t it? You’re afraid Haku will tell them that you’ve been
involved.”
“It’s the best thing for all of us.”
“You were one of them?” I narrowed my eyes. Sasuke was actually tell the truth,
then? I felt my stomach drop and a wave of guilt washed over me. Man, I was
really bad at judging people.
“He took part in raping Haku and me the day before classes started,” Sasuke
said, keeping his icy stare on his brother. “You better not tell me where
you’ll be. Because I’ll kill you myself.”
“After recent events, I have no choice but to believe you,” Itachi told him.
“And I would deserve it. However--I’m asking that you spare me.”
At that, Sasuke’s eyes widened and I watched his ears redden with anger. I
could tell what he was thinking by the look on his face. He would rip Itachi to
shreds right here is he was pushed to it.
“Your pleas mean nothing to me,” Sasuke growled. “You mean nothing to me.”
That seemed to hurt Itachi in a particular way. He winced and I saw his hand
twitch,”I deserve that as well, I suppose. Sasuke, understand that I care about
you. I always have.”
“People who care don’t do the shit you did. I wasn’t you brother, I was your
captive.”
Itachi broke, he began to ramble through clenched teeth, “I love you. I did
what I did because I love you. And I wanted to be with you. I shouldn’t have
been there that night, I shouldn’t have let you go through that…”
What exactly did Sasuke go through? He said Itachi took part in the rape. Was
there more than one person? Was it a group? I couldn’t imagine Sasuke being on
the other end of that kind of thing--I always saw him as a predator myself. It
became apparent that whatever happened with Itachi screwed him up, to put it
simply. I was afraid to ask for more information--what I already knew was bad
enough.
“I could maul you, y’know,” Kiba said to him. “Jump clean across the table and
beat--the--shit--”
“Kiba!” Sasuke yelled. “Not now.”
“Just sayin’...” He wrinkled his nose and looked away.
“You’re my brother. That’s not the kind of love for me that you should be
feeling,” Sasuke mumbled. “Even worse, you were my guardian. My life was in
your hands,,,and look what you did.”
“I didn’t do anything you didn’t want!” Itachi raised his voice.
“I was a child!” Sasuke yelled back. “I didn’t know what I wanted. It wasn’t
your place to decide!”
“I won’t argue with you. You’re right.”
Sasuke exhaled a deep breath, one that I couldn’t even tell he was holding in
the first place. He regained his composure and looked at Itachi with
resolidified eyes, “You better leave quickly. Haku’s going to talk. About
everything.”
“I can only get out so quickly. Tsunade hasn’t approved my request for
dismissal.”
“Wow, really?” He scoffed. “That’s what’s holding you back.”
“Well, er, yes…” Itachi scratched his head. “You see, I’ve been sleeping with
her for a few weeks. I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”
“You and Tsunade?!” My jaw dropped--there was no fucking way. No way granny
Tsunade would go for Itachi. She’d have to be out of her fucking mind. “Wait,
does that mean she does know about all of this?”
“She knows not everything we do is pure--but we spare her the details.”
“And is that how you got the job?” Sasuke raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“You were sleeping with the boss? The lengths you’ll go…”
“Wait, wait, I don’t believe this. Why would Tsunade go after someone like
you?” I asked him. If there was a teacher Tsunade would likely sleep with, it’d
probably be Asuma--if he was into it. It seemed to be the male teachers who
were the problem.
“Who else would she sleep with?” He replied. “The students? No, Tsunade made it
fairly clear that she was against that when I asked her about a threesome. I
would have actually involved you, Naruto.”
I shuttered, “No way.”
“I made it clear that you were to go nowhere near my friends,” Sasuke said to
him. He sounded like me--twenty-four hours ago. “Especially Naruto.”
“Me?”
“You know how it is, Naruto. With best friends and older brothers,” Itachi
mused. “Sasuke feared the worst.”
“That’s why he made sure you were in his class,” Sasuke said to me.
“What? You--you planned for me to be in your class?” I glared at Itachi. “You
planned to use me from the start?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Itachi turned up his nose. “It was so easy to get you
to believe that I wouldn’t even call it manipulation. You fall for anything if
they person looks sincere enough.”
“What about the others? Orochimaru, Hidan...Kakashi? Do you plan to keep in
contact with them?”
“It’s best that I drop all contact with everyone else. It’s easy to start fresh
that way.” He shook his head.
Kakashi? He wasn’t as bad as the rest in my opinion. In fact, I think he was
one of the good guys in some aspects. But Sasuke lumped him in with Orochimaru.
If Kakashi was involved with Sasuke’s rape--could he do something like that?
“Whatever,” Sasuke stood up. “Anyway, that’s all the time you get. Have a nice
life. Let’s go.”
Kiba and I exchanged glances.
“You sure? You don’t wanna ask any more questions?” Kiba asked him.
“Let’s go,” The raven-haired boy repeated. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
We got up and followed him out of the apartment without tossing back so much as
a ‘goodbye’.
“So, you really think he’s leaving?” Kiba asked. “Would you really just let him
walk out?”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as he’s far away from me, I’ll be good,” Sasuke
stated. “I just want to get home.”
I glanced over at him when he said home. He walked with an urgency that I
almost didn’t recognize. He really did want to get back home.
“What does this mean for you, Sasuke?” I asked him.
“It means I’ll be turned over to the school system,now,” He shrugged. “Nothing
will change, but I’ll live at the school full time. Tsunade would be my legal
guardian.”
“That’d be cool, right?” Kiba nudged him, trying to see the positives in the
circumstances.
“‘Better than my previous living arrangements,” He admitted.
We got back home and decided to do the one thing we always seemed to do these
days--we pulled out Kiba’s pipe and started smoking. Gaara came out of his room
right before we started and asked how things went.
“It didn’t,” Sasuke muttered.
“Not a proper answer, but I still understand,” Gaara sat down next to me and I
wrapped an arm around him.
“So, er--” I didn’t exactly know how to ask him...it’s been on my mind all day,
though. “How are you handlin’ everything, Sasuke?”
“Well, with my best friend in police custody--”
“He was your best friend?” Kiba scoffed. “Really? Not any of us?”
“He helped me more than anyone else ever has. We helped each other,” Sasuke and
I made eye contact. “He’s different than you think, Naruto. I promise you that.
He’s no different than me--maybe even better.”
“So, what happened with him and Zabuza?”
“Zabuza treated him horribly--he beat him, raped him, sold him, and he didn’t
even care. He came home drunk one night and Haku was still upset from what
happened with you. Zabuza tried to force himself on him and Haku just snapped.”
“He killed him,” Kiba nodded. “Wow, that could’ve been us…”
“No,” Sasuke said quickly. “He’s not usually like this--he’s just got
outbursts. He would never hurt you guys, especially not Naruto. He’s so into
you, it’s ridiculous.”
“He’s got a hell of a way of showing it,” I grumbled.
“I won’t deny that. He treated you similar to the way Zabuza treated him. He
knows full well that you probably hate him.”
I don’t think I actually did hate him at this point. As I thought more about
it, Sasuke’s words seeped into me and I found myself questioning whether or not
Haku was completely bad. If Sasuke is saying what he went through was terrible,
I believed him. In that case, Haku was subjected to what Zabuza did to me as
well...and he went through it daily.
“Do you think he's gone?” I asked begrudgingly. Sasuke smirked and looked down
upon realizing what my question actually meant.
“No, he'll probably plead not guilty and say it was self defense. Zabuza has
enough assault charges for him to pull it off.”
“And then what?”
“...then he comes back home. Haku would be in a similar situation as me.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have murder under your belt,” Kiba said.
***** The step-son *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The next month was hectic, a clusterfuck of events sparked through panic. With
Haku in police custody, many of the teachers grew worried. He’d seen and been
through so much, he was right in the middle of it. And he could point out every
single individual who did him wrong. This prompted teachers like Hidan to
attempt to go on “vacation”, but Tsunade denied the request. Itachi left after
a week or so. He disappeared just as easily as he showed up and it didn’t seem
to bother Sasuke one bit.
Police came to take in the first round of teachers two weeks after Haku was
detained--Deidara, Kabuto, and some coach named Kakuzu. A few days later, word
started to get around about what’s been going on. I suppose that's because
Spring Break was postponed, police wanted to keep everyone who could be a
suspect close. Until the rest of the teachers who engaged in Kids whispering
about teachers having sex with the students, underclassmen giggled and shivered
at the possibility of something like that happening. I noticed it everywhere.
In the halls, in the classroom, in the library--even just walking down the
concourse. You could tell that they were enjoying the scandal. None of them
knew the hell that it really was.
Except for this one particular kid.
I should have guessed there would be more people than Sasuke and Haku that the
perverts got a hold of, but no one seemed to stand out until I caught a glimpse
of a kid sitting up against a tree in the courtyard. He looked on at the groups
of people passing by with a look of pure disdain that I only saw in Sasuke
these days. This kid had seen some shit.
I don’t know what gave me the push to approach him, my legs just sort of took
me towards him. As I got closer, I realized how young he actually was. He had
childish features--soft cheeks, soft eyes, soft everything. He had to be a
Freshman.
“Hey,” I shoved my hands in my pockets as I stood over him. “How’s it goin’?”
“I’m not interested.”
“Wait, what?” I scratched my head. Wow, I hadn’t even gotten that far. What’s
with this kid? “I just noticed you looked--”
“What do you want?” He sighed.
He wasn’t very patient, either. I looked closer at him and noticed how much he
reminded me of myself during my Freshman year. “Crazy stuff goin’ on, huh?”
“I guess,” He said.
“Did you hear they’ve officially charged Kabuto?” I watched for his reaction.
“Yeah, so?” He shrugged.
“You think they’re going to find something on Kakuzu?”
“I don’t like to talk about things that I have no decision in,” He said.
Scratch that, this kid didn’t remind me of myself. He was more like a baby
Sasuke, if anything.
“You’ve got a point,” I nodded. I paused for a moment before carrying on. “But
it can’t stop you from wonderin’. I personally don’t think any of them will get
out. I’m sure Deidara’s guilty, too…”
“Can you just leave me alone?” He snapped quickly, balling his hands into fists
and scooping up clumps of grass in the process.
I get it, now.
“I’m Naruto,” I stuck out my hand instead. The boy looked up at me and his
anger faded away and was replaced with this look of surprise and confusion.
“Er--what?”
“You’re Naruto? Really?”
“What?”
“Nothing, I just assumed you were a girl,” He shook his head.
“Excuse me?!”
“Well, there’s the voice and the face and--you’re not exactly helping your case
with the baseball cap. You know who wears baseball caps these days? Lesbians.”
“You little shit,” I gritted my teeth and gripped his shirt on impulse. He
looked me in the eye with a smirk as I yelled at him. “Who do you think you
are, callin’ me names?!”
“Konohamaru!” A voice called out behind me.
I turned my head to see Mr. Namikaze--Minato--jogging across the lawn. I let go
of him and he tumbled backwards, chuckling childishly.
Once the teacher caught up with us, he flashed me a grin.
“Naruto, it’s a pleasure to see you out here. Beautiful day, isn’t it?” He
gestured around and I just watched his lips move. It seemed like everyday was
beautiful for this guy. That was starting to get annoying. “I wasn’t aware you
two knew each other.”
“We don’t, he just came up and started annoying me,” The kid replied.
“Well, you looked down so I came over to try to make ya feel better, ya little
jerk!” I grunted.
“I assumed something like this would happen when the two of you met,” Minato
laughed and shook his head. “Naruto, this is my step-son, Konohamaru.”
This kid? This kid was his step-son? He’d mentioned he had a step-son a few
times when we talked in his class, but he never mentioned that he attended the
academy. You didn’t see that often. Usually teachers’ kids went to the sister
school.
“You know him?” Konohamaru questioned Minato.
“He’s in one of my classes,” He nodded. “I think you two would like each
other.”
“I don’t need to be set up with friends, Minato,” Konohamaru said sternly. “I’m
fine the way things are. And I don’t need friends like him.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It means I’ve heard about you,” He looked me in the eye. “I know what you’re
all about and I’m not interested.”
“I didn’t raised you to be one to judge,” Minato folded his arms over his
chest.
“Nature versus nurture,” He said back. “Now, can I get back to my book?”
That was the first time I noticed the book he had open. It wasn’t in his lap,
it was sitting beside him in the grass and it’s pages fluttered as if it hadn’t
been touched in awhile. This kid wasn’t reading, he was brooding. Sasuke did it
often enough for me to be able to tell.
“Of course,” Minato said, glancing over at me. “Walk with me?”
“Uh, sure?” I glared at Konohamaru as we walked away. If that really was
Minato’s kid, I was curious about his parenting skills. If someone that bright
raised me, would I be a sulky mess, too? Or maybe it was something else that
made him that way. Konohamaru only reacted to Deidara’s name back there. Upon
first analyzing it, I assumed he had a connection. He must have. That’s the
only reason he’d have that kind of response. Unless it was coincidental.
“Naruto,” Minato’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts and he placed a hand on
my shoulder as we walked. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, uh--” I scratched my head. “He’s not the friendliest guy around.”
“It’s not his fault,” Minato said. “His mother walked out on us two years ago.
He’s a nice boy, he’s just still upset. Funny how those things work.”
“What?”
“What?’
“You said funny how that works--how what works?”
“It was just something I was remembering,” He looked down and cleared his
throat. “So, how have you and your friends been lately? Hopefully not up to no
good.”
“We’re fine. We’ve just been moping around the apartment,” I answered
truthfully. “With everything going on, it’s got everybody rocked.”
“Indeed it does,” Minato sighed and I began to wonder how Kakashi was taking
it. If he was worried Haku was going to turn him in, he did very little to
showcase that concern. He looked just as neutral as ever these days.
“How’s Kakashi?”
“Kakashi? Oh, right,” He said quickly. When I referred to Kakashi by his full
name, Minato was always thrown off. As if I had more of a right to be on
familiar terms with him than Kakashi. “He’s alright. He’s preparing his
students for finals already, so he’s been quite busy.”
“It’s a little early for that, isn’t it?”
“I suppose, but that’s just like Kakashi,” Minato grinned. “We’ve been friends
for a long time.”
“How long?”
“About twenty years,” He shrugged. “Family friends. My father knew his father
pretty well.”
We ended up teachers’ apartment building. When I stepped inside, I noticed how
much dimmer and cleared out the place was. Usually, there were teachers and
guests at least in the lobby--but it was completely empty now.
“Whoa,” I muttered. “This place looks different.”
“Things have been different with the investigations, but it’s what’s
necessary,” Minato looked around. “Well...this is my stop. I’d invite you up,
but you probably have somewhere to be.”
That was usually my excuse to get out of coming up, I’ll admit it. But this
time, I actually didn’t mind the idea of coming up. With everything going on,
there was virtually no chance of me seeing Kakashi, let alone having
conversation with him.
“I don’t have anywhere to be,” I said. “I can spare a little time.”
“Oh,” He raised his eyebrows and stared at me for a moment before stepping onto
the elevator.
We were both silent on the way to the front door, when he opened it, a heavy
breeze hit my face. I peered inside and noticed every window in the apartment
was propped open along with the balcony door.
“Guess Kakashi was hot, hm?” I stepped in and looked around.
“He enjoys decent air flow,” Minato set his keys on the counter. “Can I get you
anything? Water? Tea?”
“I’m fine,” I shook my head and claimed a spot on the couch. The place looked
different than I was used to. Kakashi’s stuff was still there, but Minato’s
things created a whole new layer. I leaned back. “This is nice, though. I like
the breeze.”
“I’m glad your first visit can be a comfortable one,” He chuckled.
My first visit--that’s right. He had almost no reason to believe I’d set foot
in the apartment before, let alone spent a night with his roommate’s junk in my
mouth.
Then again, at least I didn’t have sex with him. For some reason, that
comforted me. I didn’t feel as bad.
“He’s been here before,” Kakashi said from his bedroom doorway. I paused
momentarily and glanced up at him. I couldn’t help but lightly run my tongue
along my bottom lip quickly enough for Minato to overlook it. The grey-haired
man was wearing nothing but a pair of Nike shorts and a towel draped around his
neck. This must’ve been one of his gym days.
“Have you?” Minato blinked at me in surprise.
“I was his student,” I said quickly. “I came up here to study for finals a few
times.”
He looked between the two of us and his expression was unreadable. He pulled
his features together and looked at the ground momentarily before pursing his
lips, “I see.”
“I was just going to the gym,” Kakashi paced further into the living room and I
could feel his eyes burning into me. “I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
“Right,” Minato said shortly. His happiness had lessened upon Kakashi entering
the room. Did he know something? It wasn’t until Kakashi stepped back into his
bedroom and shut the door that Minato spoke to my again.
“Naruto, I want to ask you a question,” He said slowly. “Was is the nature of
your relationship with Kakashi?”
I shrugged, “He was my teacher, that’s pretty much it. Why? Is this about the
first name basis thing?”
“It’s because he came out without a mask on,” Minato pointed out. “Kakashi only
reserves that privilege for certain people.”
Shit. That slipped my mind.
“I don’t think I understand what you mean,” I smiled. “Are accusing your friend
of something?”
There was a thick silence before he deflated with a sigh, “You’re right. I’m
sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
The truth.
My mind went back to Kakashi--the image of him in those shorts. It was an image
I couldn’t seem to shake.
Kakashi came out again, this time wearing a skin-tight t-shirt and I couldn’t
stop the drool that leaked from my mouth. He was so...fucking...hot. Part of me
regretted that I refused his offer to start meeting up again.
“Well, I’m off,” Kakashi’s eyes shifted awkwardly between us before he opened
the front door and stepped outside.
Minato stared at the door for a moment and I could see the question bouncing
around in his head. He knew something was up.
During my talks with Minato, we’d gotten to know quite a bit about each other.
He learned about a good bit of my drama, the part that wasn’t soaked with weed
and sex. And I knew a lot about his family and a little bit about his past.
It’s weird that after spending all that time talking with him, his son’s name
never came up, though. He’d mentioned Konohamaru a few times and said we’d get
along well. He mostly talked about how he hoped he would finally get so friends
since there were in a new place. The kid was a loner and Minato only saw him
hang out with a handful of people.
“Minato,” I called out and his eyes snapped back to reality.
“Hm? Oh, right, sorry,” He scratched his head and grinned nervously.  
“You look concerned,” I said.
“Well, it’s only natural,” He told me. “With teacher-student relations in the
air, I’ve found myself calling everyone into question.”
“Do you have a reason to believe Kakashi is wrapped up in it?”
“No, I don’t suppose I do. I’ve just never seen him give a student that look
before,” He admitted.
“I’m one of a kind, I guess,” I chuckled.
“At your age, nothing good can come from that look. If there’s anything more to
your relationship, you should try your best to cut ties.”
“Why? So you can have me all to yourself?” I deadpanned.
His mouth fell open and he stared at me as if I’d just swallowed a frog or
something. Honestly, I saw it coming. He was always so eager to talk to me and
get me into his apartment, he was jealous of Kakashi, and the way he smiled at
me...he had to see me as something more than just a student. And after some
thought, I started to see him as more than just a teacher.
I gripped his hand and put on my best smile--the one that got Ino to agree to
hundreds of blowjobs when she was on her period. I tilted my head and raised my
eyebrow, “Am I wrong?”
He waited a moment to answer, visibly collecting his thoughts and turning red,
“Naruto, that’s not why I’m telling you this. It’s just for your own safety.”
He pulled his hand away after a moment, but kept his eyes on mine.
“Like you actually believe Kakashi would hurt me,” I smirked. “He cares about
me. Says I remind him of some kid.”
“A kid?”
“What was his name, again?” I scratched my head, trying to recall the person
Kakashi told me about. “Obito?”
Minato pressed his lips together in a straight line. Man, this guy was really
getting worked up. “Naruto, be careful. Please.”
“You know something.”
“What?”
“You know something. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so worried,” I watched him
cross the wait around the table to sit down next to me.
“Did you sleep with him?” He asked me.
I swallowed and shifted my eyes towards him, “I didn’t.”
He left out a breath of relief, “Oh, thank goodness.”
“Doesn’t mean he didn’t want to,” I leaned back.
“Don’t let your relationship with him get deeper than it already is,” He said
to me. “Not only for your safety, but for Kakashi’s. I care for both of you, I
don’t want anything to happen. He’s been through a lot of heartbreak--and I can
tell you’ve gone through a lot as well.”
“Of heartbreak? Not really,” I shrugged. “Hurting in general, yes. No real
heartbreak.”
“Well, heartbreak can take on the form of a number of things. Loss of family,
loss of friends, loss of self--”
He was interrupted when my phone vibrated. The two of of stared at each other
awkwarddly for a moment before he nodded for me to take a look at it. I
unlocked it and saw a text from Kiba.
“He says police are outside,” I muttered. “They uncovered enough evidence to
arrest the rest of the people involved.”
“What?” Minato furrowed his eyebrows. At first, it didn’t register to me why he
was so alarmed by the news. My thoughts went of Orochimaru and every other
sleazy teacher, but who were they also taking in?
“Do you think they’ve got Kakashi?” I asked. Minato already had his phone out
and pressed Kakashi’s contact to call him. I watched his face get a little more
concerned as the seconds passed by. If Kakashi wasn’t answering, that would
mean--they got him? It was such a surprise to me, but I don’t know why it was
so hard for me to grasp that Kakashi was one of those people. That he would
abuse his position and take advantage of students. But he’d done it to me in
exchange for high grades. Hell, he wanted to hook up with me more recently.
But at least he asked.
I assume Minato got his voicemail, because he hung up the phone angry and
glared at me, “How you done things with Kakashi, Naruto?”
“What’s with you and asking me that question?”
“You knew I was calling him.”
“I thought it was obvious.”
“Have you had sex with him?” He asked me through gritted teeth. “This is
serious.”
“No.”
“You haven’t engaged in any sexual activity at all, then?” He raised his
eyebrows and as we stared at each other, I found my platform loosening. I
couldn’t hold this eye contact and lie to him at the same time. I couldn’t lie
to those eyes.
“Not recently,” I sighed and I swear I saw him flinch at that. I quickly added,
“We never had sex. We just--messed around a little bit. A few blow--”
“That’s enough!” He yelled. His face reddened and he furrowed his eyebrows,
shaking his head and turning away from me. I heard him mumble something under
his breath, but I didn’t catch it. He stood up and grabbed his keys.
I didn’t think he would have this much of a reaction to that news. Sure,
scolding was something I expected, but he the way he leaned against the the
counter with his fists clenched and his jaw squared--his eyes had steeled as he
stared past me at the wall. Was he really that surprised? If he was Kakashi’s
friend, he should be aware of his interests, right? Then again, most people
don’t go around announcing their fetishes to the world.
“I’ve got to find him,” He said quietly, walking towards the door. I shot up
and beat him there, blocking his path.
“And do what? Beat him up?” I asked him.
“He has no right to put his hands on you,” He replied angrily.
“Jealousy doesn’t do well for you, Minato.”
“Excuse me?” He tilted his head, but remained in that angry state--so he was
confused, too?
“Are you mad you didn’t get to me first?” I found myself asking him. It was an
honest question. I wanted to know if he wanted me--all the signs pointed to it
so far. Especially this aggressive approach; I’d seen it before. And then there
was the way he looked at me. No one’s ever looked at me that way before. It’s--
a little similar to the way Iruka looked at me, not that I assumed Iruka felt
that type of way about me at all. But Minato put his own little spin on the
look. He felt some type of way about me. I was sure of it.
“What are you talking about?”
Chapter End Notes
     So, I'll explain this scene! So, Haku's in police custody telling the
     police what he knows and teachers are getting arrested. At this
     point, they're also investigating Zabuza's murder but most of the
     police believe it was a matter of self-defense. As for Naruto's
     thing, you've seen him in the past in regards to sexual activity. He
     started doing it at a young age and did it frequently. After the
     various events that have happened throughout the story, he's started
     slipping more and more into the idea that sex might be the only thing
     that really makes him happy and useful, because that seems to be
     where he draws most of his bodily pleasure. He's started hitting on
     Minato because he thinks the only reason he's being nice to him is
     because he wants sex, and he's mistaking his own contentment for the
     desire for sex. I'm wondering if you guys would be okay with a
     Minato/Naruto smut scene where Minato feels guilty about leaving
     Naruto because he's turned out this way (after he gets a glimpse of
     sexhungry!Naruto begging for him) so he has sex with him because he
     thinks it's the only thing he can do to benefit Naruto. If I do that
     scene, I'd most likely do the entire next chapter from Minato's
     perspective so that the readers can get a sense of all the emotions
     he feels. So, while the sex is going on, there would probably be some
     heartbroken!Minato and heavy angst. So, how would you guys feel? Do
     it? Go another route?
***** Fuck me, Minato *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Naruto, that’s not what I want,” Minato mumbled. Though as I straddled his
waist with no shirt on, he made no moves to push me away. He held his hands in
the air in an attempt to keep them off of me, I assumed. It was hard to believe
he was as close with Kakashi as he said--the two of them seemed to be complete
opposites in this area. By now, Kakashi’s hands would have been groping every
part of my body.
“Are you sure?” I purred into his ear and rolled my hips. The man underneath me
tensed up and I felt him begin to shake. “Seems like you might be
reconsidering.”
“I don’t want this,” He said weakly.
“You want your cock in me?” I whispered. He let out a stifled breath and
shifted.
“I said no!” He yelled, pushing me onto the couch next to him. “Enough of that-
-please.”
I stayed on my back with my head resting on the arm of the couch and stared at
him with my best innocent expression, “What’s the matter?”
I let one of my hands trail down my chest towards the hem of my pants, running
my tongue along my lips. I’m not sure when it happened--the first time he
refused, he had that fucking look on his face. That look that I couldn’t quite
pinpoint. I just pounced on him. Swung my leg over him and started to dry hump
him and breathe in his warm scent.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” My finger slipped into my boxers and he visibly
flinched when I started to groan.
“What happened to you?” He looked away from me and sighed.
“If you don't, someone else will,” I said.
“Naruto, I think it’s best that you leave,” He muttered. “We’re done here.”
“Are you sure about that?” I shivered as I wrapped my fingers around my member.
He wouldn’t be able to resist my groans. “You sure you don’t want to shove your
hard cock in me and fuck me till I can’t move?”
“Dear God…” He shook his head. “Don’t say anymore.”
“Have me cum all over your chest and scream your name?”
“Naruto, please!”
“Fuck me, Minato,” I whimpered and that’s when he snapped--he pounced on me and
pinned me to the couch by my shoulders.
“And then what?!” He screamed in my face. “What’s brought you so low, Naruto?!”
I don’t know what happened, but I was working on auto-pilot and everything
within me was screaming, aching to be fucked. This usually only happened with
Kiba, and by then we were usually naked and rolling around. I assumed the
sudden need with brought on by grinding and foreplay--but Minato had only been
talking to me and here I was writhing underneath him.
And he didn’t seem to be budging.
“I just need to cum,” I wrapped my arms around his waist and brought my lips to
his shoulder, nipping at the skin before he jerked around.
“Don’t speak like that!” He yelled.
“You can leave your load in me,” I told him, my hands wandered to his pants and
I worked on his belt. “I bet your cock would feel so good…”
“Stop!” He sat up once I got his zipped down and brought his hand down on my
cheek. I sat there stunned for a moment and cupped my face, the lust was
replaced with shock.
“You asshole,” I used my weight to force him off of me and rolled off the
couch. “You fucking hit me!”
“You were hysterical,” He staggered to his feet and zipped his pants back up.
“You can’t hit me!” I gritted my teeth and picked up my shirt. There was no way
in hell I would stick around after that. Fuck this. “I’m leaving. Your fucking
loss.”
As I walked out the door, he made no move to come after me.
 
~~
 
“I don’t know if that meant he wanted sex with you,” Gaara muttered, tracing
circles in my arm. As soon as I got home, I sat down next to him on the couch
and pulled him into my arms. It took ten minutes for me to open up to him. And
that was only after we started passing a pipe back and forth. “He was being
kind, Naruto.”
“He wouldn’t even accept a blowjob,” I sighed. “What kind of person refuses
that?”
“The kind of individual that doesn’t want one.”
I reached down and palmed my erection, trying to move it out of sight. Another
downside to all of this--attempting to seduce Minato left me with the most
annoying erection.
“Kiba should be home in a couple of hours,” Gaara said and I side-eyed him and
swallowed. “I knew from the start.”
“Sorry, it just kind of happened,” I admitted. “Kiba wasn’t getting laid and
neither was I. I assumed you wanted to save yourself for a special moment like
Shikamaru.”
“I don’t believe it’s that sacred for me. I’m in control of when I have sex,
but that doesn’t mean I’m waiting for some fictional perfect moment.”
“So, what’s stopping you, then?” I buried my nose in his hair and kissed the
side of his head.
“There’s no one I want to sleep with.”
I laughed at that. He couldn’t expect me to believe that. Not when he was lying
in my arms right now and fell asleep with my dick pressed into his back most
nights. He had to want me. Nearly everyone wanted me these days.
Kakashi, Haku, Shikamaru--Gaara couldn’t be the exception.
“Yeah?” I whispered with my lips feathering his ear. “You sure?”
“Not even you,” He chuckled. “Any feelings I have for you won’t act as an
automatic button for consent.”
“But you have feelings for me,” I grinned. “That’s what you’re saying.”
“Yes,” He said. “And I have little doubt that you have feelings for me.”
“So, where would you want to go from there?”
“Absolutely nowhere,” He looked up at me. “Naruto, you’re damaged. I love you,
but a romantic relationship with me wouldn’t benefit you in the way that you
need. You need something else.”
“Damaged?” I scoffed and shook my head. Who was he kidding? “If you’re gonna
shoot me down, don’t make excuses.”
“The only thing on your mind these days is sex. Even Kiba can’t keep up.”
“What’re you talking about? We only fuck once or twice a day…”
“But for how long?” He laughed.
“Off subject,” I said. “So, who would you rather fuck, then? Me or Shikamaru?”
“I don’t know how to answer that,” He picked up the pipe from the table and
took a long hit before exhaling slowly. He glanced down at his lap for a moment
and looked up at me. “Probably you.”
“Me or Kiba?”
“Naruto--”
“You have to choose.”
“You’re obsessed with sex,” Gaara deadpanned. “You were sexually abused and
you’re obsessed with sex. Any hypotheticals can’t be explored between us until
you get help.”
I stared at him for a moment, processing all that he said. Honestly, it wasn’t
like this had gone completely over my head. I always loved sex. After last
semester, the desire for sex turned into a need--I needed sex. I knew that
wasn’t normal--but at this point I couldn’t care. Not when my sex drive is off
the charts. After all, I was a fucking jack rabbit, right?
“You, too, huh?” I smirked. “You’re reminding me of Minato right now.”
I grabbed the pipe from him and sparked it up.
Haku would’ve fucked me by now.
The thought broke into my head suddenly and I nearly choked on the smoke. I
hadn’t thought of Haku in weeks--separately from the investigation, that is.
But it was true. He would have fucked me like a dog. Just like the time in the
bathroom--the time he fucked my mouth and came in my throat.
“Naruto,” Gaara’s voice shook me from my thoughts and we made eye contact. “Do
you need privacy?”
I followed his eyes down to my crotch. My erection was now completely tenting
in my pants and aching to be freed. I licked my lips and stood up, “Sorry.”
I handed him the pipe and bolted into my bedroom.
“Fuck,” I muttered, sliding down the wall and unzipping my pants. Desperation
took over as I reached into my pants and grabbed my stiff member. A string of
pre-cum connected my tip to my boxers and I ran my fingers along the skin to
work out a little bit more.
Haku would fuck me good. God, he’d fuck my ass and Sasuke would be right there
to fill my mouth. I bucked my hips to the thought and looked down as my pre-cum
collected on the carpet. My lips were aching for a hard cock to push past them
and lodge itself in my throat.
“Sasuke…” My voice came out raspy and needy. “Fuck me, Sasuke.”
Kakashi and Shikamaru could join in after that. Spread their cum all over my
stomach and face.
You’re so broken.
“Fuck me hard,” I shuddered and cupped my balls. “Make me your bitch.”
How did you end up like this?
My finger slipped into my hole and I groaned out loud. Had I always been like
this? So horny and eager to get off? The first time I had sex--I’d been eager
then as well. But aren’t most kids eager for sex? Ino and I had sex nearly
every day, if not every other day and even that wasn’t enough. I’d jerk off and
watch porn every chance I got, got a handful of blowjobs from some girls on the
girls’ soccer team--but that was it.
My cock twitched and I chewed on my bottom lip. I was so close to coming--it
was almost sad that no one was around to pound it out of me.
Like Haku--man, he really knew how to use his cock.
Why do you keep thinking about him?
“I’m cumming,” I whined and bucked forward as I came. Various images flashed
through my head--Minato fucking me was one of those thoughts. Sliding his hard
length inside of me slowly, relishing in my tightness and planting his hands
firmly on my sides. He would steer me carefully, making sure I took in his
entire length the entire time. Still panting, I muttered, “I’d take the whole
thing...just for you.”
You’re sick. You’re so fucking sick.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry this one's so short, that's because the next chapter's a time
     skip sort of and they'll probably be in a different setting.
     So, to explain Naruto here, he's basically sex starved and it comes
     out that he's basically a sex addict. He was on that path before when
     he was younger, but after he started having sex with men and getting
     abused it kind of sped up the process and left him this mess that
     he's been trying to control. Kind of like canon!Naruto with Kyuubi
     only this Naruto's demon is his sex drive. That's kind of the best
     way I can describe it. And I had him have thoughts about Haku because
     it seemed like one of the more realistic things. He's always been
     attracted to him and is slowly starting to understand the toll that
     kind of stuff takes on a person. He doesn't know Haku's changed as
     well. There will be some resolve between the two of them and Sasuke,
     especially since Naruto's nearing his breaking point
***** Pre-summer and a sex addict *****
“You’re leaving Konoha Academy,” Iruka stated with no hint of hesitation.
I ran my hand through my hair and fought the urge to chunk my phone across the
room. I was getting tired of his threats to take me away. If he was going to do
it, I would’ve rather he done it when I was being assaulted and raped, “My
grades are fine, dad.”
“This isn’’t about your grades, Naruto!” He yelled and sighed. After a moment,
he continued with his calm, ‘stressed-dad’ voice. “You haven’t been yourself
lately.”
“We only talk once a month, how could you possibly know that?”
“I just do,” He said. “I’m coming down there on Thursday to speak with your
principal about what to do about the remaining time left in school.”
“There’s only three weeks left, you know that right?” I asked him. “You can’t
let me stay for another three weeks?”
“Not with everything you’re doing,” He said. “I’ve been speaking with some of
the other parents about that school and they agree with me. None of your kids
are safe there. Not with all the investigations going--”
“The investigations have nothing to do with us,” I cut him off. “Is that what
this is really about, dad? You think I’m involved with those people?”
“Well, what do you expect me to believe when you’re trying to seduce teachers
left and right?!”
I paused. I could hear Iruka biting his tongue on the other end and something
within me burned.
“What did you say?” I asked slowly.
“I’ve got a friend who works at the school and--”
“Let me guess--Minato.”
It had to be Minato. He was the only teacher I’d hit on in the last forty-eight
hours and the timing was exactly right. But that would mean he knew Iruka--they
were friends? And how would he have known Iruka was my guardian?
Tsunade?
No, that wasn’t possible. Tsunade was hauled in with Kakashi and a few other
teachers the other day for questioning. Her stand-in was the school’s vice
principal, a large, intimidating guy named A. As far as I knew, he was the only
one with access to those records, right?
But what kind of guy calls your parents because you made a pass at them?
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I’m worried,” He said and I leaned
against my bedroom door, pressing my head against it.
“Dad, that was a one-time thing--”
“So, you did try to seduce him?!” He screamed on the other end and I almost
dropped my phone. “Naruto! You will not be returning to that school next year!”
“Because I wanted to have sex with a guy?”
“Because you wanted to have sex with your--” He seemed to choke on his words
suddenly and it took a few seconds for him to complete his sentence. “Because
you wanted to have sex with your teacher.”
“I’m sorry, Christ,” I groaned. “If it makes you feel any better, he slapped
the shit outta me for tryin’.”
“What? He hit you?!”
God, dad. Why are you always borderline hysterical?
“It was fine, I’m fine,” I scratched my head. “Listen, dad. Stuff’s crazy up
here--but I’m okay.”
“It’s hard to believe you when I’m hearing about you groping yourself around
teachers.”
“It was stupid, I know,” There was a knock at my door and I took a step back as
Kiba opened it. I gestured towards the phone and a he nodded as if he knew what
I was trying to say, but he came in anyway. “I’m sorry.”
“We’ve already talked, Naruto. Anymore problems and you’re gone--I meant that.
You’re done.”
“So, you’re going to take me away from my friends because of what some random
dude says?”
“Minato wouldn’t make something like this up,” Iruka told me. “Especially not
about you.”
“And what about me is so different, hm?” I asked quickly. “Why am I the odd one
out?”
“Now’s not the time for that conversation.”
“But it’s time to decide whether I’m guilty or not? You’d believe a stranger
over your own son?”
“Naruto, that’s not--”
“Not the same thing?” I finished for him. I could play Iruka like a fiddle and
he never had a clue what happened. It’s how I managed to get him to let me come
to the school in the first place. “I don’t see any difference. I just thought
out of all people, you’d be able to see through any crap people say.”
“I’m just worried about you.”
“So, you’re gaining insight from a teachers instead of coming to me directly?
Have you forgotten who’s under investigation, dad?” The words tumbled from my
lips and Kiba chuckled from my bed, stuffing a brownie into his mouth. He and
Sasuke had just divided up the pot brownies we made, I see. “Yes, I flirted
with Minato a little bit, but that’s it.”
He waited a moment to speak. That’s how I knew I’d won this one, “...I’m still
coming down on Thursday.”
“For how long?”
“We'll see when I get there.”
We said our ‘I love you’s and hung up the phone shortly after that. Iruka was
most likely going to call Minato back and start yelling at him about hitting
me. If there was one thing he didn’t tolerate, it was any type of physical
abuse. That’s why I got away with so much as a kid. But this whole thing made
me aware of just how trustworthy Minato was. He was willing to call my folks
because I wanted to suck his dick?
“Sounds like you dodged a bullet,” Kiba handed me a brownie and lifted his
shirt off before lying back on the bed.
“Not exactly,” I sighed. “He’s coming down in two days.”
“He can’t come here.”
“Why not?”
“It smells like fuckin’ weed!” Sasuke yelled from the other side of the door.
This time around, Sasuke was different. Originally, he was always horny when he
was stoned, much like the rest of us. But now, he was leaning more towards the
typical stoner mind. He just wanted to eat and play video games--occasionally
he and Kiba would snort focalin and run over to the gym, but that was just
about it.
“He’s right,” Kiba nodded. “Iruka’s gonna smell it. His nose can pick up
anything.”
I sighed and shoved the brownie in my mouth. They were right, we’d have to come
up with some absurd idea to air out the apartment after baking brownies
tonight. But that was for future-Naruto to work out. Right now, I just wanted
to eat a few pot brownies and enjoy the night.
“You still wanna invite people over?” He asked me. “Shikamaru just bought so
he’s going to bring enough to hot box the apartment.”
“They’ve got products for this shit!” Sasuke screamed on the other side of the
door.
“True,” Kiba muttered.
“Then let’s not think about it,” I licked my lips as the last of the brownie
slid down my throat. “How many brownies do we have?”
“Enough to get twenty or so people stoned, I think,” Kiba shrugged.
Awesome. That, paired with whatever Shikamaru brought was bound to make this
party a hit. It was the first day of pre-summer, something the students named
in secrecy. Most of the teachers were in police custody and there weren’t
enough subs to go around, so students were told to go to class every other day
in a cyclical schedule. That was enough of a reason for us to throw a party.
And to officially welcome Sasuke back, I guess.
“Cool, I’m gonna get a couple more,” I walked towards the door and Kiba caught
my wrist. When I looked down at him, he was pulling a pathetic puppy-dog look.
“You wanna do me a favor, first?”
“Let me guess--you wanna fuck my throat a little bit?” I tilted my head and he
sat up obediently. “Why not save the load for the party? I hear Sai’s been into
you lately.”
“Sai’s had Sasuke’s dick in his ass.”
“So have I.”
“Yeah, but that’s literally all I know Sai for, really,” Kiba shrugged. “We’re
sorta friends, but I keep thinking about Sasuke fucking him from the back.
Don’t really know how to get over it.”
“By getting under Sasuke,” I said. “Put yourself in Sai’s shoes and have Sasuke
fuck you, you’ll understand him better that way.”
“That’s a horrible idea.”
“Whatever, it’s my only piece of advice,” I opened the door and walked out of
my room. When I stepped into the living room, Sasuke was feeding Gaara a
brownie. The sight caught me off guard and there was a twinge of jealousy.
Gaara said he wasn’t into anyone, he wasn’t even interested in being with me.
But he and Sasuke had spent the past day together and seemed to be growing
closer.
“Shikamaru’s on his way,” Gaara said to me once he swallowed the piece of
brownie. Before he could say anything else, Sasuke stuffed in more.
“Ah, ah, ah,” The Uchiha purred and leaned closer. “Gotta finish your brownie
first.”
“Watch yourself, Sasuke,” I growled. He side-eyed me as I turned towards the
kitchen and scooped up another brownie. Wow, it was an awesome idea to put
frosting on them.
There was a weak knock at the front door and Shikamaru stepped inside with Ino
and Chouji. I’d heard the two of them dated for a little while, but ended up
breaking up. Something about Ino texting another guy and asking to hook up all
the time. But apparently they still hung out, because there seemed to be no
animosity between the two of them. Ino and me on the other hand--we still had a
little work to do.
“Smells like a baker in here,” Shikamaru snickered and set a brown bag down on
the table. He pulled out a plastic baggy halfway filled with weed and shook it.
“Why don’t I make a contribution?”
“Any idea when anyone else is showing up, Sasuke?” Ino asked. I don’t know why
she purposefully avoided talking to me. You would think she’d let the past go
by now. I did.
Sasuke didn’t take his eyes off of Gaara as they carried on their conversation.
It was like Ino hadn’t said anything at all. I knew it got to her. She always
wondered why Sasuke chose Sakura over her all this time. Now, she probably
thought it was happening with Gaara, too.
“How many people is it supposed to be?” Chouji chimed in.
“Who knows?” Kiba stumbled out of my bedroom. “But I heard some upper classmen
talking about it after my last class.”
“We announced the damn thing this morning,” Sasuke finally looked up.
“We’re a popular bunch, I guess,” Kiba shrugged. “I’m expecting about thirty or
forty. Give or take.”
“Where are they all supposed to fit?” I crossed my arms. Our apartment could
fit a good bit of people, but that many might be pushing it.
“It’ll be fine,” Kiba flicked his wrist. “We’ll manage.”
 
~~
 
Over fifty people showed up--so many that we’d slowly began to migrate into
bedrooms just to get a little more room. Half of them, I didn’t know. Though
they all seemed to know me.
“Naruto!” A drunken upperclassmen stumbled into me about an hour after the
party began and gripped my shoulder. “Hey, man--great party. So fuckin’ good.”
“It just started,” I said.
“And it’s still awesome,” He wrapped his fingers around my shoulder and pulled
me into him, bringing his beer bottle up to his lips. Who the hell brought the
alcohol in the first place?
“Get off of me.”
“What’s up? You don’t like hugs?”
I shoved him away and turned on my heel. Seemed like all of my roommates were
enjoying themselves so far. Sasuke was on the couch with two people going at
his neck. From this angle, I couldn’t tell who it was, but what I did know was
that they were both into it. Gaara with some blonde to smoke and Kiba ducked
into his room with Lee half an hour ago.
“Not what you expected, huh?” Shikamaru stepped up next to me.
I shrugged, “Thought I’d be way more fucked up.”
“You’ve got several hours to get there.”
“What about you?” I raised my eyebrow at him. “Or are you too bummed that Neji
couldn’t be here.”
“Oh, he’s here,” Shikamaru told me, gesturing towards one of the heads on
Sasuke’s neck. “He’s just preoccupied.”
Whoa. Awkward.
“Damn, he’s got no class, does he?” I scoffed.
“Relax, Naruto,” The stoner smirked. “It’s cool. We started exploring the idea
of polyamory a few weeks ago. We’re just testing the waters.”
Polyamory?
“What’s that?” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Basically having more than one significant other--an arrangement where
everyone’s informed and consenting,” He grinned, as if it were the next big
thing. In my opinion, if you wanted to start seeing more than one person, you
should just hold off on a relationship.
Hypocrite.
Damn it, Naruto.
“So, Neji gets to suck on Sasuke’s neck and you get…?”
“I get to do what I want,” He mused, looking me up and down before adding, “Or
who I want.”
My God, this boy was going to destroy me. I looked him in the eyes and almost
jumped him on the spot. He stepped up to me until he was less than an inch away
from my face and placed his hands on my waist.
“Just say the word, “ He muttered.
“Hard for me to believe you suddenly want me after rejecting my offers before.”
“I’ve always wanted to have sex with you, just didn’t want to lose my virginity
to you while you were in that phase--that sex-hungry thing, y’know?” He mumbled
and I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was hungrier than ever. I slowed down
on sex with Kiba--Gaara’s words stuck with me a lot after that night. Other
than him, there was no one else really lining up at my door. I’d thought about
asking Sasuke, but I assumed that would be weird this time around for some
reason.
“And Neji’s not sex-hungry?” I asked, gesturing over to the head bobbing up and
down on Sasuke’s crotch.
So, this was turning into that kind of party, then?
“I’m able to bond with him over more than just sex and drugs,” Shikamaru said.
“We have intelligent conversation. The good sex is a bonus.”
“We’d have great sex.”
“I don’t doubt it. Why don’t you show me, though?”
“Come find me after I’m fucked up and I’ll give you my answer,” As much as I
wanted to sleep with Shikamaru, something was keeping me from doing it. The
party just started. I didn’t want to get off towards the beginning.
“Really?” He scoffed. “All this time chasing me and you think you’re making the
rules?”
“Would you have it any other way?”
He furrowed his eyebrows in thought for a second, “Actually--no.”
Just then, Sasuke called out my name. I looked back and tried my best to ignore
Neji going to town on his cock and walked over to him. He raised a blunt up to
me.
“Take a hit,” He grinned. Hinata looked up and smiled at me--after all this
time, she still blushed whenever we made eye contact. I took a long drag and
glanced around the apartment as I held it in.
“Enjoyin’ the party?” He asked me.
“Funny,” I spoke as I exhaled the smoke. “I think this is the only party we’ve
ever had in which I’ve been asked that--and I’ve been asked like three times.”
“And?”
“I’ve had better,” I took another drag and sat down on the floor across from
them. “Never thought I’d resort to watching Neji suck you off.”
“I never thought you guys would take me back,” Sasuke chuckled. “Man, you’re
some bomb ass friends.”
“You’re stoned.”
“But for real,” He laid a hand on Neji’s head like it was the most natural
thing in the world. “I didn’t think you’d take me back--but I hoped you would.
I missed you.”
“Cut the sentimentalities when you’ve got him on your dick.”
“Then give me five minutes to finish up,” He breathed and leaned his head back.
As I watched Neji work on him, I remembered the first time I’d gotten a blowjob
from a guy. And it was Neji.
Man, he was good. That was one of the best blow jobs of my life. Come to think
of it, I could probably push aside my disdain for him if I felt his tongue on
my tip on more time…
He picked his head up off of Sasuke’s cock and looked over at me as if he could
read my mind; a string of saliva ran from his lips to Sasuke’s cock. There was
the initial look of disgust when he saw me, but he must’ve caught on to what I
was thinking, because it soon twisted into temptation. He gripped Sasuke’s
member firmly and ran his tongue along the shaft generously.
Hinata’s hand found his head and pushed downwards. He took Sasuke’s entire
length without flinching.
He’s begging for you. What’s the last time you pounded a nice, round ass like
his? It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?  And there he is, presenting himself to you
on a silver platter.
You need to fuck.
Sasuke groaned, jerking forward.
“You alright there, Sasuke?” I licked my lips. Need someone to take that off
your hands?
He raised his eyebrows, “This...is amazing. Fuck.”
A few strangers had taken up seats beside me and oogled at the scene. I already
knew who they were--the unofficial Sasuke Uchiha fanclub. The guy seemed to
still be a ladykiller, by all means. He didn’t seemed the least bit phased that
he was gaining an audience and Neji seemed to relish in the fact. Is this why
Shikamaru meant by polyamory? Full-on public sex? It was working for most
people. While no one was touching themselves (they wouldn’t dare do that),
there were quite people drooling--both at Neji’s skills as well as the noises
Sasuke was making.
“Shit, I don’t know why you let him go,” A boy next to me shook his head.
“The hell are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“You dated Sasuke, right?”
“Don’t listen to every rumor you hear,” I muttered, standing up. That didn’t
necessarily kill my boner, but it made me just a little limper.
What’s Gaara doing? Last time I saw him, he was heading out to the balcony to
smoke with some girl. Maybe he got somewhere with her? Wait, did Gaara swing
that way? I’d never thought to ask him if he liked girls or not. I figured it
never pertained to me. But if he was getting it on with this chick…
I stepped out onto the balcony just as their laughter had died his. Gaara
looked up at me was a glazed-over smile and I knew he was stoned. The girl
looked back as well. She was attractive, I’ll give her that. But I’d had my
fair share of attractive blondes to last me a lifetime.
“Naruto,” Gaara grinned. “I was just talking about you.”
“With her?” I looked her up and down.
“Yes,” He reached back and dragged a chair up next to him and patted it for me.
“This is my sister.”
“Temari,” She spoke up. “Baby Gaara has a lot to say about you, Naruto
Uzumaki.”
“Does he, now?” I sat down and studied her features. I couldn’t pick Gaara out
of any of them. Was he sure they were related? This girl looked more like me
than she did him. I looked at him. “Does she got to school here?”
“Not talking directly to me will get you to lose points,” She said.
“I’m just saying,” I looked back at her. “I haven’t seen you around before
tonight.”
“I’m a senior. I watch my baby brother from afar,” She grinned.
“I’ve heard that story before,” I wrinkled my nose. They were different in
energies as well. She was a lot more assertive than Gaara. I wonder how this
dynamic worked out. “So, anyway, Sasuke’s getting blown by Neji with an
audience.”
Temari raised her eyebrows and looked at Gaara warily.
“Things like this tend to happen,” He said. “Would you like to smoke, Naruto?”
“Nah, I’m all set,” I held up the blunt I’d previously gotten from Sasuke and
took a long drag. The siblings exchanged eye contact and I knew something was
up.
“You don’t look much like a sex addict to me,” Temari said. “Thought you’d be--
dirtier.”
“Excuse me?” What the fuck did Gaara tell her?
“You know, Gaara...” She nudged him. “He’s kind of cute. Why not let the boy
deflower you? God knows you need it.”
“You told her everything?”
“Just about,” He nodded. “There are few secrets that I keep from my brother and
sister. They know me best, so it’s easiest to come to them for guidance.”
“And you were askin’ for guidance about me?”
“He wanted to know if you should be the one to take his virginity or not,”
Temari took the blunt from me and brought it to her lips. “I told him he
shouldn’t. Nothing personal. But a stoner who’s addicted to sex isn’t exactly
someone you’d give that honor to.”
“Are you shitting me? I’m be a great first time.”
“You’d fuck him and then you’d kick him out of back to make you a sandwich,”
She said. “I know your type, kid.”
“You don’t know shit about me!”
“Naruto,” Gaara gripped my hand tight, but his voice didn’t change it’s tone.
“I don’t always take her advice. I decided not to sleep with you on my own.
Remember?”
“And she had nothin’ to do with it?”
“I would have made the same choice without her,” He shook his head.
“Besides, baby Gaara’s already got a man courting him,” Temari mused and I
immediately tensed up and looked to him for answers.
“She’s talking about Sasuke.”
“Sasuke?!” I jumped out of my seat. Man, I should’ve seen it coming. Sasuke--of
all people. The guy could get caught attempting to rape someone and still get
chosen over me? I couldn’t see the logic in any of that. “You’re gonna fuck the
guy who tried to rape you?!”
“What?” Temari exclaimed, jumping up just as I did. “You didn’t tell me that,
Gaara.”
“I know what I’m doing,” The redhead stared up at the two of us. “I never said
I was choosing Sasuke for anything. He’s my friend, just as you are, Naruto.”
Great, so neither of us had a chance of screwing him. That made me feel better.
“I’m gonna get a drink,” I mumbled, standing up and stumbling towards the door.
I was done being sober at this point.
I ended up taking shots with Omoi in the kitchen. After I got about four down,
Kiba tried to switch it up and have us do jagerbombs or body shots off of each
other.
“C’mon, Naruto,” He shoved me. “You first, on the counter.”
“Kiba, I’m not in the mood--”
“We’re all in the mood!” He exclaimed over me. “Now, go, go, go!”
I groaned and lifted myself up on the counter, which was harder than expected.
Not only had I been smoking in a hot boxed apartment, but I’d just had a few
shots as well that were just not hitting me. I lazily lifted my shirt off my
head and tossed it to the ground. I guess another good thing about partying at
home was not worrying about losing things. Once I laid down, I felt hands
roaming my torso.
“Really, Kiba?” I sighed.
“Can you blame me?” He chuckled childishly and picked up a bottle of tequila.
The first person to step up and take a shot off of me was Omoi. I had a feeling
Kiba did that for a reason. Since everyone seemed to be paired off, he wanted
me to have a go at someone as well. I applauded him for his taste, at least.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Omoi muttered. He asked a lot less
questions when he was drunk--but still an unnecessary amount.
“Listen, if you don’t wanna do it, step down and let someone else take a shot,”
I grumbled as the chilled liquid pooled in my stomach. A few seconds passed by
and just as I was about to get up, I felt soft lips on my stomach and the
initial contact drew out a shuddering groan.
“Oh, he likes it, eh?” Kiba chuckled above me as the lips worked at my
bellybutton, licking a trail up my abs before letting up.
I made eye contact with Ino as she approached me. She looked sufficiently not-
sober, but I couldn’t decided whether she was drunk or high. Maybe both? The
lips slowly broke away from my skin and Omoi came up with a scrunched face,
trying to hold the shot down.
“Don’t tell me you’re next,” I muttered.
Ino grinned and ran a finger down my abs, “You know I can’t resist body shots,
Naruto.”
 
~~
 
“Ey, get the fuck out,” I stumbled into my room and kicked the bed. The three
people occupying it rolled out, took one look at me, and bolted out of the
room. I collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh and it felt like pure heaven.
Four hours of drinking with complete strangers was tiresome, how could people
do it? It took that long for everyone to start leaving. Towards the end, the
group had dwindled down to people closer to my main circle. The background
characters all made excuses and left with potential hook-ups and it looked like
a tornado hit the apartment. No matter, that was for tomorrow.
“Just need rest…” I mumbled into my pillow and shut my eyes. Today had been so
long. And to think I had to wake up tomorrow and scrub down the whole place
before Iruka snuck in or something--when will I catch a break?
“Oh, Naruto,” Sasuke’s voice drifted into my ear and I didn’t even bother to
pick up my head. “You’ve got a visitor.”
“No more visitors,” I shouted.
There was whispering and shuffling feet before the door slammed quickly. I was
silent for a moment, straining my ears to see if the person was still lingering
or had left with Sasuke. After the party that just happened, I was only
interested in seeing my bed. No other visitors.
I signed, “If you’re still here, I’m not in the mood to talk. Party’s over.”
“I didn’t come for the party,” The voice made my eyes snap open and turn to
face him.
Haku.
Suddenly, it was like all the tiredness had drained from my body and I was left
with this weird feeling of weightlessness. He paced towards me slowly, but
stopped when he was about halfway to the bed. When he turned his head back
towards the door, I caught his features in the moonlight. God, he was more
beautiful than ever. His features were still soft, his eyes were still light--
and his lips…
I sat up and moved over on the bed to make room for him, though he didn’t sit.
Instead, he stood directly above me, staring at me with an expression that I
couldn’t measure.
“I missed you,” I whispered with a grin.
“I’m your abuser,” He said. “You shouldn’t feel anything remotely close to
that.”
“How did you get out? When--when did you get out?” I gripped his shirt and
pulled him towards me.
“They let me out a few hours ago. They didn’t make an announcement about it
because I’m a minor,” He twisted out of my grasp. “Listen, I came to talk to
you--to apologize properly.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” I said eagerly. He was here. Any apology he had
would go just as well translated into a good fuck. “I forgive you.”
“No, you don’t,” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve played this game before. You’re
internalizing all of it. I did this to you. I turned you into...this.”
“And what did jail turn you into?”
“Jail didn’t do this,” He shrugged. “I started getting help, Naruto. I believe
you’d benefit from the same.”
“I’d benefit more from a hard--”
“I’m trying to speak to you,” He interrupted. “I’ve done this to you.” He
started out and I knew where this was going to go. “I don’t know how I’ll even
be able to live with myself, but I do hope you’ll forgive me some day. I--I did
things to you that no one deserves to have done to them and I wouldn’t blame
you if you hated me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then that makes one of us.”
He had a point. I should hate him. I did hate him. I hated him for a long time
and all I got was more bullshit. Because of my hatred, I almost lost Sasuke as
a friend and fell in line with Itachi. I’d realized just how fucked up this
whole thing was and somewhere down the line, I was able to sympathize with
Haku.
“If Gaara and Kiba see you here, they’ll throw you out themselves.”
“And which one is it tonight?” He asked me. “Sasuke tells me you always sleep
with at least one of the two in bed with you.”
“Kiba’s got company and Gaara’s still smoking with his sister,” I mumbled.
“When did you get here? And why didn’t I see you tonight?”
“I just walked in and came straight into your room,” He said. “I didn’t want to
come during the party, because I wanted to make sure you were intoxicated when
you saw me. I figured it’d be easier for you that way. Seeing me must be
triggering.”
“Not as much as you think,” I tilted my head.
“I can’t stay long. I’m moving back into my old dorm tomorrow morning. I’ve got
to get enough sleep to function.”
“Are they letting you come back to class?”
“Absolutely not. Truth be told, I had to fight to be here. I’m in the country’s
custody. It was either here or a juvenile detention center,” He finally lowered
himself to the bed and sat on the edge.
“Well, what happened, then?” I asked him.
He shook his head tiredly, “Not guilty. I gave them names, they let me walk.”
“After murder?”
“It was self defense,” He snapped. When I flinched, he regained his composure
and cleared his throat. “I”m sorry. It was--a terrifying experience. You have
to believe me when I tell you that I wouldn’t kill anyone. Even after all the
shit I put you through, I hope you can believe that. I had to protect us--he
was going to kill him.”
“Who?”
“Sasuke.”
***** Sex addict *****
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“You were protecting Sasuke?” I couldn’t believe him. The idea of Haku
protecting anyone--it just went against the image I previously had of him.
“Zabuza was attacking him when I came in,” He started. “Throwing him around, I
could already see bruises on his arms. And then he started to choke him and…”
He lowered his eyes to the ground and his voice trailed off. It was like he
couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. When he saw Zabuza on Sasuke--he
must’ve remembered what happened with me. Did he feel that much remorse for
what happened in the showers that he was kill to stop it from happening again?
I wasn’t sure if that made him a hero or terrifying.
“How did you do it?” I asked. It wasn’t like no one was curious. Rumors
circulated quickly on campus. Hammer, iron, decapitation...I just wanted the
real story.
“I stabbed him,” He told me. “It was the only thing I could do.”
“Well, Sasuke’s alive because of you,” I said. It looked like he didn’t want to
talk about it much. And I honestly didn’t blame him. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” He shook his head. “The favor wasn’t for you at that moment.
It was for him. He’s who I was thinking about.”
“Do you care about him?” I asked.
We made eye contact.
“I care about both of you,” He breathed. “It’s what I’ve been telling you all
along. I just...didn’t know how to show it. I’m sorry.”
That statement got me amped up again. I smirked and gripped his hand, pulling
him towards the bed, “I know how you can show me.”
“Naruto, no,” He groaned as he fell to the sheets. “That’s not what I’m here
for.”
“You’re here to show me you’re sorry, aren’t you?”
“Yes…but not like this,” He cupped my cheek. “I want to do things right this
time. None of the bullshit from before. I want to show you who I am--and I want
you to know me. I want us to actually have some type of relationship.”
“Relationship? Heheh, seriously?”
That seemed to wound him in some way. He winced and looked away from me,
gripping a fistful of my comforter.
“Is it such a far-fetched idea?” He asked through gritted teeth.
“Well...yeah,” I shrugged. “You really want a relationship right now? After how
your last one ended?”
Okay, maybe that was a low blow. But really--who would want to jump into
another relationship after going through what he’s gone through? I would be
scarred for life.
“That wasn’t a relationship,” He sighed. “I want--the bond. The safety and
comfort of a constant companion. Someone who knows me and enjoys my presence.”
“You can get that with a couple of friends, to be honest,” I muttered.
“I’m got Sasuke,” He said. “That’s about it.”
“And me,” I wrinkled my nose.
Yeah. Yeah, I could be friends with this Haku. He was different than he was
before. He was trying. And people are always changing. That’s something Iruka
always told me as a kid.
“You?”
“Is that more surprising than the idea of us dating?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Most people think of their significant other as their best friend, anyway,
right?”
He was silent.
“Haku?”
“Sorry,” He shook himself out of whatever thought he was having. “I just
realized--this is the first time we’ve properly interacted with each other.
Sasuke would tell me you were a goofball, but I could never see past the sexual
side until now.”
“Did he actually use the word ‘goofball’?” That didn’t sound like Sasuke.
“Well, no. He said dumbass, but--”
“That’s definitely Sasuke.”
Haku stood up and wrapped his arms around himself. There was a moment of
silence between us as we held eye contact and the whole thing reminded me of a
scene in a movie. The part where the two people share a moment and have a good
laugh, only to have it die down and they both realize that neither of them
wants a reason for it to end. I smiled up at him and earned a look of confusion
in return.
“I should go,” He said.
“Come back this weekend,” I said quickly. “We can spend some time together
then. That’s what you want, right?”
He parted his lips as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. I
waited for a second to see if he’d say anything, but he just shut his mouth and
walked towards the bedroom door. He looked back at me and nodded, smiling back.
“See you then,” I flashed him a grin.
 
~~
 
“It smells like marijuana,” Iruka wrinkled his nose and paced around my suite.
Sasuke and I exchanged looks before I shuffled my feet and looked at the
ground.
“Uh, Kiba smokes a little bit,” I scratched my head. It was harder to lie to
Iruka to his face than over the phone. The man raised me, he knew about all of
my tells, and I didn’t even know that I had any.
He arrived first thing Thursday morning. Luckily, Sasuke and I were out of
classes, so we had time to clean up. Being friends with me for so long, Sasuke
learned to fear a scolding from Iruka just as I had. We managed to clean the
whole suite, but neither of us thought to address the smell. After a while,
don’t really notice that kind of thing, I guess.
Iruka started at me for a moment, reading my features, and then sighed, “Are
you boys hungry?”
“Definitely,” Sasuke said almost immediately. I winced at how quick he was to
answer it. If it wasn’t obvious he was high yet, Iruka was one step closer to
figuring it out.
“I was thinking we go to town,” He said, looking around once most, as if he
were looking for something in particular. Possibly something incriminating that
he could use to get me back home? “There’s a little pizza place I’ve heard
about that I’m dying to try.”
“I could go for some pizza,” I grinned.
“Good, we’ll stop by my friend’s apartment first,” Iruka said before clearing
his throat and locking his eyes on me. “There will be no issues with Minato,
will there, Naruto?”
“No, sir,” I grumbled, avoiding Sasuke’s questioning gaze.
I hadn’t gotten around to telling him about Minato. We’d spent a bit of time
catching up, but it was mostly him talking. I didn’t have very much to share,
after all.
 
~~
 
“Who is this guy?” Sasuke whispered to me, staring at Minato in what I can
assume was awe. Not that I blamed him, the guy was definitely easy on the eyes.
“I’m taking it as a good thing that you’ve never heard of him,” I replied. That
meant Minato wasn’t wrapped up in all the bullshit Sasuke went through. “The
theater teacher. Minato Namikaze.”
“He looks just like you,” He stated in response. “You sure that guy’s not your
dad?”
“Iruka’s my dad.”
“Yeah, but your other dad,” He stressed the word ‘other’ and I knew what he
meant. The dad that I never talked about, nor did I want to know anything about
at this point. The dad who left his son with his friend to do god knows what.
Honestly, I didn’t care to meet my father. But Minato didn’t seem that
heartless. He had Konohamaru, for fucksake. If he didn’t want one kid, it
wouldn’t make sense to get another. “Look at the way Iruka looks at him.”
The two of them hadn’t stopped smiling at each other since we all gathered.
Minato only muttered a half-hearted hello to Sasuke and I, as if we were the
background kids that he was just meeting or something.
I continued to pick apart my pizza and shrugged. I didn’t mean to brood, but
this was more than a little embarrassing. The guy was basically pretending I
didn’t exist.
“Never in a million years did I think you would end up becoming a teacher,”
Iruka was practically swooning over the guy. His fingers danced around the rim
of his glass and he leaned forward, grinning at his friend. “The famous
womanizing Minato Namikaze, a school teacher.”
“I wouldn’t call myself that,” The older blonde blushed and looked away from
him. “And it’s just something I sort of fell into. I went to school for a bit
and got my degree. And I wanted to be somewhere close to my son.”
“Your son?” Iruka looked as though something was lodged in his throat.
“Konohamaru,” I intervened. “What? You’re best friends and you didn’t even know
he had a kid?”
“Right,” Iruka shook his head. “Right, I forgot. How is he, by the way?”
“He’s good,” Minato licked his lips and I felt that familiar tingle in the pit
of my stomach. “He’s still got a ways to go, but he’s doing well in terms of
school work and the lot. It’s his social life that I’m worried about.”
“You know, Naruto’s pretty popular in school,” Sasuke didn’t even try to
conceal the tugging at his lips. “He could probably help your kid with that.”
“Don’t volunteer me for things,” I rolled my eyes and grunted.
“That actually sounds like a good idea,” Iruka exclaimed. “Naruto could spend
some time with Konohamaru!”
“Since when are we matchmaking?” I sighed.
“That’s not what this is, Naruto,” My dad laced his hands together. “You
remember what I taught you. Always reach out to a potential new friend.”
“It’s okay,” Minato was staring across the table at me. I don’t know why I
thought it’d be a good idea to sit directly across from him. Those eyes--they
were captivating. I couldn’t hold eye contact with him for too long unless I
wanted Iruka to know something was up. “He doesn’t have to. I’m sure Konohamaru
will make friends on his own. I’ll give it time.”
“I’m sure he will,” Iruka mused. “After all, he’s got you as a role model.”
That’s it. Watching my dad fawn over this guy was the last thing I wanted to
happen for more reasons than one.
“Are you still dating that guy, dad?” I tilted my head and asked him.
Iruka looked like he was caught off guard for a moment and tore his eyes away
from Minato.
“Oh, that’s right! How could I forget to tell you guys about Yamato?” He
smiled. “Naruto, you’ll love him.”
“So, you’re seeing someone, then?” Minato asked.
“I am. We’ve been dating for a few months, now.”
“Yamato--the name doesn’t ring a bell.”
“The town expanded after you left,” Iruka explained. “More families moved in--
more bachelors. I met Yamato a couple of years back and showed him around the
town a bit. We became friends and then--something more. Honestly, he’s amazing.
I think you would like him, Minato.”
“I’m sure I would,” There was a look of adoration on Minato’s face that make my
stomach turn. He looked so into him--even when he was talking about his fucking
boyfriend.
“Looks like we’re being watched,” Sasuke muttered to me, gesturing towards a
table in the far right corner of the restaurant.
Shikamaru, Hinata, and Neji all waved over at us and I immediately wanted to
disappear. I didn’t mind being seen out in public with my dad, the problem
wasn’t him. It was them. Even from here, I could tell that they were all stoned
by the way the three of them were tearing apart the extra-large pizza in the
middle of their table. Not to mention I could see the reds of Hinata’s eyes
from my seat.
“Great,” I groaned and Sasuke nudged me.
“Liven up,” He muttered.
“So, er--how long will you be staying?” Minato asked Iruka.
Iruka shrugged and scratched his head, “Uh, I don’t know. Kind of depends on
whether or not I find a place to stay. Hotels around here are pricey.”
“So, why not stay with me?” The blonde asked.
“No,” Both Iruka and I exclaimed at the same time.  I looked at him and fished
for something extra to add. “I--don’t need rumors about my dad screwing my
teacher.”
“I’ve heard worse,” Sasuke muttered, earning an inconspicuous slap on the
thigh.
“Come on, it’s a large enough suite for three,” Minato pushed on. “You remember
Kakashi, don’t you?”
“Only what you’ve told me about him,” Iruka pushed the tray of pizza towards
Sasuke and me. “Eat, boys. You’re the ones with the appetite.”
“Says who?” Sasuke snorted.
“Growing boys have got to eat,” Minato mused.
“Ain’t that the truth?” I chewed on my bottom lip and stared at the older man
across from me. Growing boys definitely had to eat, but at that moment I was
remembering the moment he denied me potentially one of the best meals I’d ever
have in his pants.
Wait, was that corny?
I swung my foot and grazed his leg in the process which made him flinch and
recoil. I licked my lips. I wouldn’t give up on trying to seduce this man--
mostly because he was drop-dead gorgeous and I was ridiculously horny. Ideally,
we both would find some way to sneak away from the table and fuck in one of the
bathroom stalls.
“So, what have the two of you got planned for tonight?” Sasuke asked the men
across from us. “I’m sure you don’t want to get dragged down by a couple of
kids the entire time.”
“Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of us,” Iruka mused.
“Oh, he’s definitely trying to get rid of us,” Minato laughed. “I like this
one.”
“Thank you,” Sasuke winked and I chewed on my inner cheek.
Watch it, Uchiha.
“I was thinking we’d go out for a few drink,” Minato said to Iruka. “Kakashi
and another friend of mine are sort of celebrating. With all the arrests going
on, they were thrown in there for a moment, but their names were cleared the
other day.”
“So, they were involved in that?” Iruka’s jaw locked momentarily and his eyes
drifted towards me. “Um--yes. I’ll join you for a drink or two. Uh, will you
boys be fine?”
“Of course,” Sasuke grinned. “Have fun, enjoy the night.”
 
~~
 
“No, you’re welcome here, promise,” I grasped his hand and tugged him into the
apartment eagerly. The guys were all chilling in the living room with a bowl
going around. Haku arrived just when everyone was getting stoned, which was
exactly what I’d planned. No one said anything when they saw him, they held
whatever bizarre conversation they were having while the thick smoke drifted
through the air.
“This brings back memories,” Haku muttered. He stayed near me and took the spot
next to me on the couch. Kiba wrapped an arm around me from the other side and
pulled me towards his body.
“Kiba, what the fuck are you doing?” I whispered, straightening myself up. His
eyes drifted over to Haku and I recognized the possession. “Get off me.”
“So, how have you been, Haku?” Smoke filed out of Sasuke’s nose slowly as he
talked and all I could think was that it was one of the most attractive actions
I’d ever seen him do. “I haven’t heard from you in a couple days.”
“I’ve been settling into my new dorm,” He said. “Which I don’t understand,
because we move into a different suite for the summer if we live here full
time.”
“Do they? We might be roommates, again,” Sasuke grinned.
I drew in a quiet breath and glared over at Sasuke, shifting my weight onto
Haku. He’d already had Haku to himself and I didn’t want to think about all the
things they’d done. It was my turn, Uchiha.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” He replied. “Although, my current roommates seem to be
adjusting to me nicely. Maybe I’ll get paired with one of them as well.”
“Do you wanna go to my room?” I whispered in his ear.
“I just got here,” He chuckled. “Didn’t you want me to mingle with your
roommates?”
“I said we could spend time together,” My fingers traced circles in his thigh
and a thought came to me that I hadn’t had since the first time I met him.
I could fuck him.
His cock was huge and it felt phenomenal inside me, don’t get me wrong. But
initially, I had thought of my dick being in him. Fucking him on all fours
while he whined my name--now, that was a fantasy I’d have to fulfill sometime.
And if he just so happened to be in women’s lingerie, that wouldn’t hurt.
“Give me a few minutes?” He lowered his voice to a whisper that only made me
want to fuck him more.
Damn it, I couldn't wait.
“You alright?” Kiba whispered in my ear. I knew he’d be game for sex, and he
was decent at what he did--but my sights were only on Haku. “Need somethin’?”
“I’m fine, Kiba.”
“Your father came down, didn’t he?” Haku asked me. “How did it go?”
Fuck, I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
“Fine,” I shrugged. “He’s at a friend’s place, possibly gettin’ laid. I think
he’s supposed to be leavin’ on Sunday.”
Thank God.
Iruka being here has been a crutch. We kept all of the windows open and spaced
out the times we’d smoke, so that we’d have enough time to air out the
apartment if he stopped by. He usually texted me before he came over; he and
Minato stopped by twice over the last day or so. It would also be a relief to
get him away from Minato. Just the thought of the two of them together burned
my insides for multiple reasons.
“I doubt it,” Sasuke chuckled. “Iruka’s not gonna push it with that guy like
that. He’ll wanna take his time.”
“And doesn’t he have a boyfriend?” Kiba asked.
“That doesn’t matter,” Sasuke flicked his wrist. “Boyfriend, no boyfriend. He’s
into Minato, I’ve got an eye for these things. We’ll probably try to wait till
right before he leaves to get in his pants.”
“Great, now I’ve got that image in my head,” I sighed and shook my head.
“Do you think he’s got a big dick?” Sasuke asked.
The bowl landed on me and I took a heavy drag to get my mouth and lungs full
before shrugging at him. When I passed it to Haku, he pursed his lips a bit and
glanced up at me.
“What’s up?” I asked as I exhaled.
“It’s been a minute since I’ve smoked is all,” He muttered, bringing the pipe
to his lips. He inhale for a few second before the cough broke the smoothness.
I rested a hand on his back and grinned through his fit.
Right, they didn’t have weed in jail.
“Take it slow there,” Sasuke sounded more concerned than usual and the jealous
flared up within me again.
“He’s fine,” I scoffed and looked at my guest. “You want a brownie instead? No
smoking involved.”
“Let him settle into the hit,” Sasuke told me. “He might be good.”
“I’d accept a brownie,” Haku said to me. I threw a smug grin Sasuke’s way and
got up to retrieve on for him. We had more than enough left over from the party
the other night. Everyone became more concerned with drinking than getting
high, which I didn’t really mind. In the end, it saved us a couple hundred
dollars.
Making pot brownies involves a shit ton of weed.
He bit into it and I glanced over at Sasuke. I really didn’t want to start
playing this game. I’d played it so many times when guys tried to pick up Ino
in the past. I mean, we weren’t dating or anything, but there were certainly
rumors that we were. And if these guys didn’t care to respect it, I’d show them
just how tightly she was wrapped around my finger.
“How is it?” My eyes drifted down to his lips as he nodded.
“You made this yourself?” Haku asked.
“We all made it,” Kiba spoke up.
“You can have as many as you want,” I said. “We expected them to be gone during
the party, but they weren’t as big of a hit as the jello shots someone
brought.”
“Naruto says you’re starting over,” Gaara spoke up for the first time since
Haku arrived. “I hope all’s going well for you? I know how hard it can be.”
“I’m just trying to make things right,” Haku said, momentarily glancing at me
before making eye contact with Gaara. “It’s slow, but it’s happening. I’ve
settled into my dorm, I’ve completed my make-up work for my classes, and I’m--
I’m making sure I don’t mess anything up this time.” He looked at me when he
added the last sentence.
It took a moment for Gaara to answer, but when he did, he said, “Just remember
not to be perfect. Trying to aim that high will only bring you down.”
“What’s with the therapy talk, Gaara?” Kiba snickered. “The guy’s already hit
bottom, he literally just got out of jail!”
Haku didn’t so much as flinch at the words, but I couldn’t contain myself.
“Are you a fucking idiot, Kiba?” I snapped. “Do you listen to what you say?”
“Calm it, Naruto,” Sasuke said. Unbelievable. The guy claimed to be Haku’s
friend and just sat there while someone said something like that to him. “I
know what you’re thinking.”
“So, you know I think you’re a hypocrite right now?”
“Christ, all of this because I said it to him, of all people? Naruto, the guy
raped you. Frankly, I have no respect for him at all,” Kiba said out loud,
throwing his words at Haku. “I’m outta here.”
The brunette stood up and mumbled something on his way to his bedroom, picking
up a rolled joint on his way. None of us said anything to stop him and when his
door closed, we carried on.
“He’s just an idiot,” I muttered to Haku.
“That’s what happens when you start fucking your friend on the regular,” Sasuke
sighed. “He wants you. You want Haku. So, of course he’s not gonna be nice.”
“Kiba knew it was only sex.”
“That doesn’t mean he didn’t develop feelings,” Gaara quipped.
“I understand how he feels,” Haku said. “Er--not exactly how he feels--but I
can imagine.”
“That doesn’t excuse him being a complete asshole,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m
goin’ outside.”
I threw on my jacket and stepped out onto the balcony. It was nearly dark out
and the campus looked creepy as all hell. Most of the students have already
left for home. We had advanced placement exams a couple weeks ago and half of
the students on campus were advanced kids. Then you throw in a few people who
could care less if their grade tanks because of all the bullshit that’s going
on and you get this ghost town. I leaned against the railing and sighed.
I really hope Iruka doesn’t send me back home.
I just got back to feelin’ like myself, y’know? It would suck if I had to deal
with being back home--and going to a different school. I don’t do well when I
have to start over. Here, I already had myself established at the beginning of
the year. Better yet, everyone knew my name here. I couldn’t leave that.
And then there’s Haku.
I’m starting to look at him the way I looked at him when we met. He’s actually
trying to be a good person and it’s giving me a little shred of hope for
something.
Yeah, I’d like to fuck him, but I couldn’t deny I had a genuine crush on him at
this point.
“Let him get comfortable,” Gaara stepped up beside me and I flinched. I didn’t
even hear him come outside. “If he’ll be around for a long time, then he should
at least start off well with the people he’ll be interacting with on a regular
basis.”
I nodded and kept my eyes forward, “Can I ask you somethin’?”
“What is it?”
“Do you hate him?” I asked. “The only encounter you had was the time in the
bathroom, do you still see him in that way.”
“I don’t,” He muttered. “We all have times of darkness, Naruto. You and I both
know that by now. And we do unspeakable things when that darkness gets a hold
of us. But when you finally step out into the light and begin to love yourself
in a new way, people can see it in your eyes. Something changes for the
better.”
“And you believe he’s changed, too?”
“Yes.”
“Then you approve?”
“I want you to be happy,” He turned his head towards me. “I understand that
you’re trying to figure out who you are and he’s part of your catalyst. This is
how strong bonds are made.”
“Givin’ a lot of credit to a sex addict,” I raised an eyebrow.
“A sex addict is a human,” He said. “You’re bound by human laws, right? Unless
there’s just some new species I’m not completely aware of, which I’d honestly
believe at this point. But what I’m saying is a sex addict is able to feel
love, too. It doesn’t cancel that out. You still care for people and love them,
right?”
“I guess, but I wouldn’t have been that sappy about it.”
“I get sentimental when I smoke.”
“Right,” I nodded. “So...your darkness thing--does that have somethin’ to do
with you bein’ trans?”
He was silent for a moment. I thought he was going to completely ignore me,
actually. But then he spoke up, “I’ve done things to individuals that I’m not
proud of. No one has a perfect childhood.”
“I thought you said you were a virgin.”
“Not all violence is related to sex, Naruto,” Gaara sighed. “But--I feel like
this is a conversation for another time. I only came out because Haku retreated
into your room. I assumed you’d like that.”
No shit.
“Really? Sweet,” I grinned. “But I don’t wanna ditch you--”
“I’ll spend time with Sasuke,” He stopped me. “He’s picking out a scary movie
to watch right now. We’ll be fine.”
Ah, I’d have to address that later.
I patted him on the back and made a beeline for my bedroom. Haku was lying on
my bed with no pants on, running his hands along my sheets as if they were the
most amazing things he’d ever felt. He looked up at me and I was taken back by
how childish he looked. That was probably the brightest I’ve ever seen his
eyes.
“This is so soft, you have to feel it,” He grinned.
Cool, he was stoned off his ass.
“I bet,” I stepped forward and placed a hand on his waist. “What happened to
your pants?”
“I needed more skin to feel with,” He chuckled.
Shit, this was adorable.
I laughed and my eyes drifted down to his underwear. God, he was wearing boxer
briefs. And his bulge was mouth-watering. I swallowed and tore my eyes away
after a second and sat down next to him.
“Are you having a good time?” I tilted my head and licked my lips.
“Yeah,” He laid down on his back and let his arms rest behind his head. “I
haven’t been stoned in so long, it’s amazing.”
“I’m glad it’s a good high for you,” I crawled towards him and came up between
his legs. “You know what could make it better?”
“What?” He blinked and let his head droop to the side.
My fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and worked them down,
exposing his limp member. “A little relaxation.”
There it is.
I licked my lips and glanced at Haku who was red faced and staring at me with
expectation mixed shyness. I held eye contact while I slowly took his tip into
my mouth. He shuddered and immediately began to stiffen in my mouth. I pulled
back a little bit to watch him whimper from the sudden loss of stimulation.
It was so difficult to believe this was the same boy who dominated me all those
time. He was putty in my hands, now.
I kitten licked up his cock, moaning loudly at the taste,and stared into his
over glazed eyes eyes and swallowed him in one gulp. The boy arched his back
and gripped the bedsheet. He got harder and harder in my mouth and my ass
started to twitch in anticipation. It would be a dream to have him buried in
me--but I was dying to know what he felt like, too. I wanted to see my cock
buried in his ass.
I sucked on the tip hard and he cried out.
“Naruto!” He yelled and I couldn’t believe my ears. He sounded like a woman.
More of a woman than Ino, even. I’d always appreciated his appearance, but this
was on a whole new level. My cock twitched in my pants and I quickly tugged his
boxers off of him. My mouth left his cock and he started to whine, thrusting
his hips into the air.
Fuck, this is unbelievable.
I was able to unzip my pants with one hand and hold him down with the other. I
positioned myself at his entrance and pushed in to the hilt, growling at the
tightness surrounding my cock. Haku inhaled loudly, eyes wide as if he’d never
taken a cock before. He looked up and me and I noticed his bottom lip
quivering, but he said nothing.
I lowered my body onto him and suddenly I was moving my hips, forward then
away. Thrusting deep and slowly into him and let me tell you, he felt like a
dream. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his neck,
taking in every gasp that escaped him.
I can’t imagine how he could’ve fit Zabuza. That man probably ripped him in
half every time.
I gripped slender hips with as much strength as I could and sped up my pace,
leaning down to lick down his neck and across his collarbone before placing a
kiss on the skin.
“Naruto,” His voice sounded muffled and far off to me. All I could give was a
grunt to let him know I heard him while I pounded into him. God, I was close. I
was so close. I knew very well that I wouldn’t last long if I ever got the
chance to fuck him. Not the first time, at least. Unlike the times he was on
top--and I never got to cum.
My thrusts got harsher and the whole bed began to move after a while. I groaned
out loud and pushed myself deep into him as I came.
“I had no idea you were so tight,” I said shakily, still fucking out the
remainder of my cum before I pulled out of him.
He was staring up at the ceiling. His cock wasn’t as hard as it had been and
when I noticed the pool of cum in his bellybutton and on his stomach, I felt my
pride start to swell up a bit.
Fucked the cum out of him on the first try.
He stared up at me with a weak smile before turning his head towards the wall.
“You liked it, right?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “I mean...you came…”
“You were wonderful. I just…” He sat up, wincing. “I didn’t want it to be like
this. I when I said I wanted to do things right, I meant it.”
“It’s not like we haven’t had sex before,” I chuckled, rubbing my member
against his.
“I don’t want to do it again,” He said. “I’m sore, now. It’s been awhile since
I’ve had intercourse in that way.”
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” I lowered my lips to his neck. I kept rolling my
hips against him, my cock twitching as I moved. “Why don’t you let me ride you,
then?”
“I said I don’t want to,” He said, but he made no move to stop me from wrapping
my fingers around his member and stroking at a steady pace. He shut his eyes
and chewed on his lip.
“You’re already getting hard, again,” I smirked. “You sure you don’t want to?”
“It’s my body’s reaction,” He shuddered, trying to contain himself. “I’m
attracted to you, so of course I’m turned on, but--ah!”
He cried out when I ducked down and took him in my mouth just as I’d done
before. My tongue swirled around him and I sucked the cum off of his tip. I dug
my fingers into his thighs and took his whole cock down my throat. Fuck, the
noises he made were unbelievable. I could fuck him for hours.
There was the sound of a slamming door in the hall and I picked my head up,
snickering. I guess Sasuke could hear us.
“Naruto, this is rape,” Haku moaned and my motions faltered.
How could he say that when he was literally in complete bliss? I was sucking
him without holding back and that’s what he calls it?
“You want me, we both know it,” I scoffed.
“And you wanted me before. That doesn’t make what I did to you right,” He
breathed. “I don’t want to do this--but you can keep going if you really need
to. I won’t physically stop you. I probably deserve it.”
“Stop trying to guilt me.”
“I’m being genuine. There was a time when we were in opposite positions. Keep
going if you need to.”
I stared down at him with frustration.
“Fucking unbelievable,” I sighed, lying down next to him. “Whatever, I’ll be
back.”
“Where are you going?” He picked his head up.
“Goin’ to see a friend,” I muttered, zipping up my pants.
“You’re going to have sex with someone else?”
“Well, if you’re not going to give it up, there are others who will,” I
grumbled. He stared at me silently while I shoved my shoes on. “You can stay,
you can leave. Either way, I’ll be back in half an hour.”
 
~~
 
Shikamaru slid into me and I immediately tightened around him. He wasn’t the
biggest I’d had. In fact, mine was bigger than his. But even so, it was the
best feeling to have my hole finally filled after aching for it for days. He
placed a hand on my back and held me down on the counter while he rolled his
hips into me. Chouji left campus the other day, and I found out they didn’t
have any other roommates, meaning he had the place all to himself. He’d already
facefucked me against the fridge, but this was on another level.
“Fuck, you really know how to move,” I groaned and met his thrusts, stroking
myself.
“Half an hour isn’t nearly enough time,” His breath was ragged and hot against
my ear.
“You could speed things up without the condom,” I tossed back to him. The only
thing that’d make this better would definitely be to actually feel him inside
of me, as opposed to this annoying material between us. It felt like fucking a
dildo.
“Not a chance,” He chuckled, ramming into me harshly.
I moaned and my knees buckled. Had he not been pinning me to the counter, I
would have fallen to the ground.
We kept up out motions for another five minutes before the front door open.
Both of our eyes snapped open and I tried to straighten myself up.
“No worries,” The male on top of me whispered. He slowed his pace and kissed my
ear.
I relaxed as Neji stepped into the room, closing and looking the front door
behind him. The two of them didn’t so much as look at each other before he was
directly in front of me. We made eye contact and I immediately recognized the
look on his face. He’d made it before when I fucked him and Hinata.
“I knew you wanted to fuck my boyfriend,” The Hyuga spat down at me. “But I
didn’t know you would be such a slut about it.”
He pushed down his shorts and held his cock in front of my face. I didn’t waste
any time before taking it in my hands and running my tongue along his shaft.
“He’s tight,” Shikamaru said. “Tighter than you.”
“That’s what they keep saying,” He gripped my head and pushed himself down my
throat slowly.
“Are you jealous?”
“Depends.”
“I see,” Shikamaru ceased his motions. “Would you like to switch?”
“Give him a minute,” Neji pulled out of my mouth and ran a hand through my
hair, watching me lick at his member. His pre-cum coated my lips as my tongue
worked.
“I take it you don’t want a condom.”
“Absolutely not,” He said.
Thank God. Fuck me, Neji. Fuck me hard, I screamed at him mentally. I took his
tip between my lips and moaned eagerly while I sucked to show him that I wanted
him.
“Looks like he’s decided,” Shikamaru pulled out of me abruptly, causing me to
whine at the absence. He and Neji circled around to switch places.
“What’s so special about your ass, hm?” Neji asked me, swirling his cock around
my entrance. “Why is it that everyone wants your hole?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I purred, wiggling my ass.
He rammed into me harshly, laughing when I cried out and gripped the counter.
Shikamaru took my mouth being open as a chance to push down my throat. I whined
and groaned while they fucked me from both ends and moved my hips to match
Neji’s pace.
“You see what I mean?” Shikamaru asked.
“I’m not disappointed,” Neji said breathlessly.
They fucked me for another five minutes before they both came at the same time,
as if they were just that in sync with each other. Shikamaru pulled out and
went to load a bowl for himself, but Neji kept at it, not stopping until cum
shot out of me and hit the cabinet below the counter.
“Fuck!” I threw my head back and rode out my orgasm.
“You make a better bottom than I expected, Uzumaki,” Neji slowly inched out of
me and thrust in one last time. “It’d be a shame if we couldn’t do this again.”
I would bend over for him whenever he wanted. Fuck, I really was a sex addict,
wasn’t I? But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
Chapter End Notes
     So, this is the last chapter of this story, but I'm gonna start
     writing the next part now! It'll take place during their senior year
     (I aged Haku down in the story, so he'll be a senior as well). This
     story's not wrapped up, obviously. There are still a ton of questions
     that need to be answered, and you'll get that in the next one! I just
     didn't think it was realistic that everything would be resolved in a
     couple semesters from my experience. It'll be from Naruto's point of
     view and he'll be exploring his sexuality more.
     So, here's what's happened: Naruto agreed to build up a relationship
     with Haku, but he's so into sex that he just gets the urge to fuck
     anyone who's around. He's starting to see Haku in an unhealthy way.
     Feminizing him and all of that, but in the next story you'll see more
     of Haku trying to find healthy ways to have sex with Naruto while
     respecting the fact that he likes sex with multiple people. There
     will also be some past events that surface as well. Can't wait to
     post it, keep an eye out!
     And to add on to the sex scene between Naruto and Haku, Haku's
     tolerance for drugs is low since he's been in jail. He's stoned out
     of his mind when Naruto starts touching him, but he doesn't tell him
     to stop because he's a mixture of shocked and confused and he thinks
     he deserves it partially. Naruto purposely fed him pot brownies to
     get to this point, because he wants sex with Haku that badly. Haku
     isn't of consenting, so the entire scene is rape.
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