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In the Mountains	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten

Sasuke wasn�t helping the situation at all.

I could feel him looking at me all the way through the class.
Every time I moved I could feel his eyes on me, following me, careful but
intense. It made me uncomfortable, jerky and horny as hell. I had to fight not
to look back, but from time to time it was too much. And when I would look up,
he didn�t bother looking away.

What he was thinking I had no idea. I just barely managed
not to send the kids out to run around the hotel and drag him to the bathroom �
not that I actually thought he would let me drag him around the place. But I
wanted to try and see how far I would get.

Sasuke left as soon as we finished. I needed to clear my
head, so I went alone for a long walk. The walking paths were marked, of course.
I don�t know how I ended up sitting in the gazebo, at the very same place as
yesterday, thinking about how horrible person I am and how it would really be the
best for everyone if I just lock myself up in my room until Hinata comes back.

Or, a crazy idea taunted me; use that she is not there and
find out exactly what is it that I wanted from Sasuke, what is it what he
wanted from me and what the price tag had to say about our ability to pay for
it. Maybe I just needed to get laid, but thinking of Sasuke all alone in that
cute summer house of theirs�

I did know one thing for certain, though. It had to be one
or the other, nothing in-between. I managed the check up and I managed the
class, but I knew myself well enough to be sure that it couldn�t continue for
long. I wanted to touch him too much every time we were in the same room. I
wanted more of that kissing from the previous day. I wanted to know how the sex
would be like and, the oddest part was, I wanted him to touch me.�

It is an amazing thing in it self, that last part. I had
relationships before � even if only with girls � and there was always that
long, awkward stage when I had to adjust myself properly to the physical
intimacy that went with it.� No matter
how patient, how understanding they were it always drew them away in the end.
No one wants you to flinch when they touch you. I would hate that as well, I
knew.

That there was someone I didn�t have that problem with was a
small wonder. Just because of that I would have wanted him. Because I have the
need, just like everybody else does, for human contact.

By the time I returned to the hotel and took a shower and a
nap I still didn�t know what would be better for me; better for all of us.

As usual, Sakura woke me up. I flushed a little at the
memory of the previous night, but she didn�t look dismayed, she looked� hot.

�Sakura?� I mumbled, way too sleepy to ask �why are you
wearing your tightest, smallest skirt in the middle of this forsaken place?�

�I have a date!� She announced and turned around herself.
�Do I look good?�

�Gorgeous.� I confirmed. She beamed at me. I prayed a bit
inside she didn�t tell me who it was she had a date with, because I didn�t want
to hear Itachi�s name at all.

�Thank you, but I didn�t wake you up for that. I need you to
deliver a message.�

�Make Ino do it.� I answered, turning to the other side with
every intention to sleep some more.

�She�s going with me. It�s like a double date, or something.
There is no one but you.�

�Fine, okay.� Stretching probably muffled my agreement. I
trusted Sakura to understand anyway. �What message?�

�Hinata called a minute ago, and I picked up since there was
no one at the reception desk.� Sakura said, and made a pause, looking at me as
if she was checking how I was taking it so far. When I just yawned, she
continued. �She can�t call Sasuke; there�s something wrong with their phone.
And, you know, he needs to know she arrived okay and all.�

�So?� I asked.

�So, you have to go and tell him she arrived okay.�

That woke me up efficiently.

�You can�t be serious! Did you hear a word of what I said
yesterday?�

�Yeah, I did. You have a crush on your high school nemesis �
which is nothing to be ashamed of, he�s just as yummy as he was back then - and
you can�t stay away from him. Now you don�t have
to stay away from him. You have a valid reason to go and see him.� Sakura
informed me in her annoyingly cheerful way.

�I don�t want to go and see him!�

�Yes, you do. And you should, too. If Hinata comes back and
decides she doesn�t want to share after all, you will never have another chance
to show him how much better it is when you�re with someone for non-profitable
reasons.� Sakura was telling me all that with an air of someone talking about
belts and scarves; she had opened the wing of a built-in closet with a mirror
on it and was checking that everything about her outfit was in place as she
spoke.

�Alright, but didn�t ever occurred to you that he doesn�t want to see me?�

She laughed at me.

�Then there�s no problem, is there? You go, he�s all flat
and irresponsive, you tell him what you have and come back.�

She almost made it sound reasonable. Them she added:

�But we both know you�re more afraid he does want to see you, because you always do exactly what you want
at the moment, and think about consequences later.� Sakura leaned over me, gave
me single kiss on the cheek and said, �And I say, go for it!�

Then she was out of the door and I was all alone.

Okay, so she was right. Sasuke went away right after the
class today, so it�s not like he was about to just let me � jump him. �

He was willing enough
to let you yesterday, a stupid, insane part of me insisted, intent on
making things harder. I shut it down. Sasuke has lots of self-control. He will
take the message and shut the door into me face. I was having a stupid inner conversation
for nothing.

The stupid inner dialogue didn�t stop me from being at the
edge of the park before I even realized I had gotten up, dressed and walked out
of the hotel. Then I was walking through the beautiful little garden, standing
on the poorly lit porch and knocking at the door.

It didn�t take long for Sasuke to open.

�Were you running?� He said, partly as a way of greeting and
partly, I was sure, as a way of making me feel like a complete moron. Not to
mention that there was something horribly strange about him, standing there in the
half dark.

I wondered why he thought I was running. Then my own
breathing, that was more panting then anything and adrenalin high in my blood �
although that could have been from something else � registered with my brain. I
had my answer:

�I don�t know.� I might have been.

�What do you want?� Sasuke asked me. I almost smiled. He was
so rude; it was helping me to act almost normal.

�Hinata called.� I told him. He opened the door a little
wider. �There�s something wrong with your phone, so she wanted me to tell you
she arrived and all.�

Sasuke turned to look somewhere inside � probably at the
phone, if I remembered where it was. The light was off in the hallway, so he
leaned over a shoe stand to turn it on. A bare moment before the brightness
blinded me completely I realized what was so different about him

Sasuke was wearing white.

I took an automatic step back faced with the set of pictures
from one of my little fantasies � white shirt was not exactly a white doctor
coat, but on someone who was wearing very dark colors all the time, it was
close enough.

Sasuke didn�t see my reaction. He left the door open and
disappeared inside. After thinking hard for about a quarter of a second about what
should I do, I peeked inside. He was checking the cables, with the phone in his
hand.

�It�s dead.� He announced, looking at the thing as if it did
something horrible to him - like shaved his eyebrows when he was asleep. �It
was working this afternoon.�

�Well, she�s fine, arrived and all that.� I said, not really
knowing what he expected me to do. Apparently, it wasn�t that, because he threw the phone down on its place and snapped at
me:

�Come inside already!�

No thanks, I
thought smartly even as I stepped over the threshold. Sasuke walked into the kitchen,
and I followed him.

�So,� I said after he dropped a glass full of something that
was probably a drink meant for me, but it looked suspiciously green. I pushed it
away to a safe distance, just in case the smell was toxic. �What are you
doing?�

Sasuke glared at me.

�I was waiting for a phone call.�

Why did he invite me
inside if he was mad at me? I was thinking. I�d better go. I was a little relived that Sakura was right, sure,
but mostly it didn�t feel good. Sasuke was wearing white; he could at least let me enjoy that for a while. I wouldn�t
try anything from that distance, even if his glare wasn�t threatening me with a
forest fire. But if he�s so mad I came, I better go.

�Okay then.� I said, standing up from the table. �Thanks for
the � drink.�

Nothing I did seemed to make Sasuke less angry, though. His
glare just hardened � I could see sparks, honestly - not leaving my face.

�You�re welcome. Now go.�

Not really insulted � you expect that kind of thing from Sasuke
� but hurt anyway, I turned away and aimed to walk through the door.

�You sure know how to thank people when they do you a favor.�
I grumbled. �I bet no one ever did more then one for you.�

The door was closed. I managed just barely to yank it slightly
open when there was an arm next to my shoulder, and it was closed shut again
with a loud bang.

�Shit.� Sasuke said, so close behind me and so quiet, I
could more feel it more than hear him saying it. �No.�

A surge of lust shot through my bloodstream so suddenly, I
had to lean heavily on the doorknob so I didn�t sway back. It didn�t matter
that his voice was too quiet for me to find any hint of what the hell he thought
he was doing in his tone; he was standing so close I could feel the heat he was
radiating on my back and on my right hip � it was enough to make me grip the
handle tighter. After I managed to take a deep, long breath, I said in an edgy
kind of voice:

�Sasuke, I can�t go out if you�re holding the door closed.�

It was much more reasonable then it should have been; I was
much more rational then I had any right to be, fighting the insanely strong urge
to step back until there was no more space between us at all. What was that in
me, that was making my need to touch Sasuke more important then self-respect, more
important then anything else?

�No.� He said again, louder this time. No, don�t go, it meant. Or, at least, I decided that is what it
meant. I let go of the doorknob, but Sasuke was still holding the door closed,
leaning on it. I could feel his breath on my right shoulder, lower then it
should have been � he was taller then me. Just like that the need to see his
face was stronger then anything else I ever felt.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch him in
side-vision. He held his head bent too low for me to make out his expression. I
was ridiculously surprised to see my own hand shaking when I tried to move his
bangs out of my way � it was my hand;
I should know when it�s sweaty and shaking! Sasuke jerked backward and moved
away.

I was listening to him walking away and stopping somewhere in
the opposite end of the room, too far for me to still feel his presence heavy
and powerful with every one of my senses. But I could see him breaking apart,
his scent was lingering in my nose, and I could imagine his hands on my skin so
vividly, it made me bite hard into my lip.

�You haven�t touched your drink.� Sasuke said. I
concentrated on the meaning of the words instead of on his voice, not that
there was much in it.

It helped; thinking of odd, green liquids can surprisingly
well clear your head.

�It�s green.� I
said, making a face.

Sasuke let out a small, barking sound that could mean he
laughed, but since I was looking everywhere but at his face because that�s
where my strength of will was thinnest, I can�t tell you for sure. It was unlikely,
anyway.

�Did she say anything else?� He asked, after a moment. I
went back to the chair I was sitting in before, leaving a safe distance and a
solid, wooden table between us.

�Um, no.� Not that I knew of, anyway. Then I blurted out
what was on my mind all day long. �Did she really have to go away right now?�

�Probably not.� Sasuke said. Then why did she go? Did he make her? I almost� No, I did, I hoped he made her go, helplessly selfish and embarrassedly
flattered at the very thought of it. Sasuke pushed the glass closer to me over
the table. �Drink.�

If it was anything I liked to drink, it would have
disappeared from the glass from the sheer amount of tension in the room, of
course. Because it was something odd and green, it stayed stubbornly right
there in front of me. I tried to glare it dry. When it didn�t work, I decided
to stick with Hinata-conversations, because they were helping me focus, and
avoid drinking.

�Hinata would have made me lemonade.� When Sasuke just
hummed, I added for good measure: �With sugar!�

Sasuke blindly found a bowl of sugar behind him and dumped
half of it in my glass. Green liquid spilled all over the table, and then -
because I haven�t reacted fast enough, too busy gaping at him in disbelief -
all over my shirt and a bit on my pants.

�Why did you do that for?� I yelled, on my feet and trying
to get it off me. Like there wasn�t enough of my clothes ruined that summer! �I
wouldn�t drink that if it had a diamond inside!�

�That�s why I gave it to you.� Sasuke said, and showed me
the door with one hand. �Bathroom is across the hall.�

I found the bathroom easily. The little sink only had cold
water, but that was fine. I put the drenched part of my shirt under the stream.
Very soon, it was too wet to stay on me; water was soaking my pants and my
underwear. Cursing mindlessly, I lifted the hem of the shirt up, preparing to
take it off when I caught the sight of Sasuke at the doorway in the mirror.

�Close the door!� I snapped at him.

He walked in and closed the door behind him, which really wasn�t what I had in mind.

The water I left running was very loud in the tiny bathroom.
Sasuke, leaning back on the door, was just a few small steps away. I was
getting wetter by the second.

Oh, fuck it! I
thought, and pulled my shirt over my head. Let
him watch if he wants to!

He did watch me, trying to squeeze the water from the shirt.
I could feel it just as clearly as I could feel his eyes on me earlier that
day, but there was nothing to distract me from it now. I was hopelessly,
painfully turned on, and my movements were an erratic mess.

Sasuke moved even closer, on my right. He took a towel from
a cabinet placed there, and gave it to me. I looked at it, wondering with the
part of my mind still functioning what exactly I was supposed to with it. When
I failed to take it, Sasuke took my wrist, gripped it deliberately, turned my
hand around and placed the towel there. He didn�t let go when I closed my
fingers around it; I desperately wanted him not to. Luckily, I had automatic
pilot for that kind of thing.

�Don�t touch me!� I hissed.

Sasuke smirked and, obviously on purpose, spread his
fingers, dragging his hand up my lower arm and making little circles with his
thumb. I was completely still; wishing he would go further, higher, touch my
chest or maybe my neck.

We were so fucked up, weren�t we? I was asking him to do
completely opposite from what I wanted, and he was doing completely opposite
from what I asked him to do. The warming drops of water were tickling my
stomach. I looked down at the towel, trying to think of a way to use it without
making Sasuke let go.

And then it hit me, fast and hard like a thunder strike. The
towel was pink! What would someone
like Sasuke be doing with a pink towel? Nothing, it was the answer. The fucking
thing belonged to his wife.

I got rid of is as soon as I could, as it would burn me to
dry myself with it. Sasuke was frowning deeply at my empty hands. What, he
didn�t get it?

Hmm, I should explain
myself then, I thought and turned on my heel, yanking my arm through the
part of his grasp that was the weakest, where his fingers were. In the hallway,
the kitchen was right across, living room on the left � that makes the door on
my right the bedroom. I marched over there. Sasuke was right behind me.

�You can�t go in there.� He said.

�Sure I can.� I answered, not stopping. The door would have
probably opened even if I didn�t kick it forcefully, but the red cloud of
jealousy was too thick for me to realize that at the time.�

Sasuke grabbed a hold on my upper arm, making me halt for a moment
in the doorway. I�d probably stopped then, if nothing else then to lean into
him, but he made things worse:

�That�s my bedroom.�

This time, I didn�t just free myself; I knocked his hand
away hard enough to leave a bruise.

�Yes, your bedroom.
Hinata�s bedroom, too.� So let�s make
sure she is the last thing on your mind the next time you walk in.

�Naruto.� Sasuke hissed,
and it had in it all the warning a sane person could ever need. His fists were
clenched next to his body. The look on his face made my blood boil over and
small but forceful tremors rose up my spine.

�You�re wearing white.�
I informed him, surprising even myself with the unwavering words. That was not
even on my mind right then at all. �And you invited me in.� Yes, that part made
more sense.

�In the house, not in my bedroom.� Sasuke hissed. I almost
gave up on getting him inside then. The anger and frustration in his voice was
just asking for me to go back and slam him against the wall � or to the open
door behind him. I involuntary took a half of a step forward. That was not why
I wanted, though; I wanted to make very, very sure he never, ever thinks of anyone else but me when
he goes to sleep in the bed behind me. So I forced myself to stop.

He was obviously not coming further inside. I felt my right
side of the mouth curving into an uncharacteristic smirk.

�We could do this
in the kitchen, but I�m afraid it wouldn�t be very comfortable for you.�

Ah, yes, there it was; the dark fury in his eyes.

�Naruto. Get out.�
He said quietly, with a deadly tint.

�Come here.� I answered, almost amused, almost over the edge
of my arousal from the sound of my name from his lips, watching him fighting
the urge to step closer. That I had no idea what exactly would happen if he
lost that fight just made me lick my lips. I wanted to fight him almost as much
as I wanted to fuck him.

I don�t know what was it that he wanted, but he did lose and
step closer � even if it was just one tiny little step. It wasn�t nearly
enough, in my opinion.

�I�m starting to feel like a lion tamer, Sasuke.� I said
impatiently, wandering where the steadiness in my voice was coming from. All I
wanted is for him to touch me again; nothing else really mattered. ��And you�re just mewling at me from across the
room.�

It was just something to say, not one of my best goadings.
But then there it was, a real smile on his face, amused but dark with a curious
frame that triggered a whispering voice in my head, telling me Brace yourself!� Because there he was in
the next second, with a hand on my chest and pushing me back to the edge of the
bed.

A/N: Heh� No comment? :P

(I will post the next part very soon)
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