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The Id and the Super-ego	By : Adi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
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A/N: O_O so many reviews! Thank you all so much :D
Anaheyla: That was my first fangirl proposal, you can�t take it back! XD
Thanks to Rasengan22 for giving me some background info ^_^

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Shikamaru groaned and Naruto shuffled around a bit more. They were at Shikamaru�s apartment, in his living room, on his couch, with Naruto sitting on top of him.

�C�mon you lazy bum! Help me!� Naruto bounced up and down to emphasise he wouldn�t be getting up for a while.
Shikamaru grunted at the impact, irritated. He had been taking a nap on the couch rather than in the park which clearly had been a bad idea. When he had been rudely awakened by Naruto sitting on his stomach, making him regret his heavy lunch.
He didn�t have the energy to remove Naruto either, so he had attempted to close his eyes and ignore the heavy blond he�d been doing well until Naruto had decided to stick paper up his nose.

�Just write the damn story, you won�t get another chance like this and leave me alone� Shikamaru grumbled out. He had been careless forgetting to lock the apartment door.
�No! Not that! I�m not writing it! How heartless do you think I am?�

�You�re a reporter Naruto� it�s your job.�
�Yeah well I won�t do it and you can�t make me!� Naruto stuck his tongue out and glared down at Shikamaru�s bored expression.
�What�s the problem then?� Shikamaru wasn�t in genius mode, his mind was still fuzzy from sleep, sleep he really needed before Ino got home.

�I feel guilty� I mean, I pretended to be a psych doctor and stuff and made him talk and then kissed him, which, uh might have freaked him out.� Naruto�s blue eyes were wide, his face adorably confused, well it would have been adorable if Shikamaru didn�t find him so damn annoying.

Shikamaru freed his arms to rub at his temples; Naruto had a habit of leaving out important details.
�You never have to seen him again, so don�t worry about it,� he spoke while yawning; still there was a simple solution. If this wrapped up quickly he could go on the roof for a while, where the clouds were. The nice fluffy white clouds.
�But the guilt! It burns!�

�No, that�s just acid reflux.�

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Sasuke returned to his apartment, slamming the door shut; he had a nightmarish day at the company. Sasuke�s father had pretty much retired, except that he still came to work everyday. This wouldn�t have been a problem if it wasn�t apart from the fact that Fugaku interfered with everything and constantly undermined Sasuke�s authority. It had come to the point where Sasuke considered quitting, telling the elder Uchiha exactly where he could shove his company, how far up and for how long too, just good measure.

The dark haired man was also irritated at his brother because while he was �managing� the company, Fugaku breathing down his neck every step of the way, Itachi was off travelling the world, currently in India, having discovered Buddhism, he was now searching for �inner peace� or some shit. Even worse, their parents had actually bought that load of rubbish.
Moving into the kitchen, this was tiled with the Uchiha fan symbol pattern- courtesy of his mother designing the apartment, the agitated brunet set about making tea. He tuned the radio to his favourite classical station, needing desperately to unwind.

Sasuke was always typically high strung; overly tense, posture a little too straight. With his backwards upbringing and his unhealthy obsession with his brother, it wasn�t difficult to see why. This week had been particularly difficult for him, Sasuke was going through an internal struggle, it was life changing, world shattering etc�

When asked how his therapy session had gone by his concerned mother, he had answered calmly with a typical �hn� walked just as calmly to the bathroom, calmly closed the door and not quite as calmly collapsed against it.

A couple of kisses and a grope had reduced Sasuke�s world to a pile of rubble, it was all he could think about. Granted the kisses had been pretty damn good, and his erection being palmed roughly still sent shivers down his spine. Still, they shouldn�t have had that big of an impact, Sasuke frowned, or any impact at all.

Finishing his tea, Sasuke set about getting ready for bed, work had kept him at the company until past midnight. Working 24/7 seemed to be Fugaku�s idea of fun. Sasuke couldn�t even remember what he did for enjoyment anymore. Kissing idiot doctors didn�t count.
Walking into his bedroom, he stripped to his boxers, kicking his clothes to the side; he wasn�t in the mood for folding. In the bathroom he brushed his teeth over the sink whilst glaring at his reflection in the overly large mirror hung there. He had dark smudges beneath his eyes making them appear larger and accentuating the sickly yellowish tinge his skin had taken on recently.

He saw a mouth curled into a smirk, and looked up to see amused blue eyes wink at him in the mirror. �You�re thinking about me again.� Sasuke growled but the deep rumbling in his throat desired to come out more as a squeak.
Overworking until he was too tired to stand the past week didn�t stop him from constantly remembering the sensation of rough lips covering his in demanding kisses. The heavy weight of a muscled body larger than his own, covering his, pressing him down. Hands lacking garishly painted fingernails running over his stomach, his chest and along his sides.

Sasuke spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth and wiping with the back of his hand, exasperated at the same thoughts still plaguing him, he made his way to bed. Pulling back the sheets, he burrowed deep into the mattress, curled on his side with his eyes squeezed tight. Willing for sleep to come soon.
Sasuke felt himself harden, the thoughts still swirling through his mind. He saw blue eyes which held so much life and a mouth that was so annoying when it was being used for one of its less perverted purposes. Even his latest possible, maybe, finance-to-be Ten-ten hadn�t earned the slightest increase in body temperature when she had stood buck naked in his bed room wearing whipped cream as underwear, asking him to have his way with her. Any normal person would have at that point realised something was up with their sex drive, or lack thereof, but denial was an Uchiha trait, in combination with sexual repression, it could be deadly.

Naturally Sasuke�s thoughts turned to picturing the doctor in a similar scenario. In his mind�s eye he saw tanned skin smooth over defined muscles, a hard cock barely covered by whipped cream with a cherry placed at the head, a cocky smile, and those blue eyes darkened with lust looking at him like he was the sexiest thing in the world. He saw a tongue flick out to lick those lips, a flirtatious wink and the words, �Want dessert Sas-�ke?� spoken in a husky voice.

Sasuke shivered and discovered his hand had already acted on its own accord. He was fisting his now fully erect cock moving in fast strokes as he imagined lust filled eyes watching him. Sasuke struggled to stop the signals that were being sent to his brain which were insisting his hand should be moving faster. Managing to wrench his hand away after a few more pleasurable pumps, he stumbled back to the bathroom, there had to be better ways to deal with this than cold showers.

As he turned the tap to freezing cold, which sliced down his body causing him to jerk away on reflex, Sasuke felt the irritation and frustration that the past week had had on him build up inside of him. This translated to anger, and said anger was expressed with a fist smashing to the side of the tiled wall in an overly dramatic display of testosterone. He would go back to the damn doctor, the root of the problem; he refused to be reduced to this again.

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Sakura�s light green eyes were once again glazed over. They had been ever since the elevator doors had pinged open and there had stood her dark eyed future husband. The elevator light bathing his wonderfully soft-looking, in-the-wind-hair, hair. She imagined that he was in a sailor outfit, just back from the navy, desperate to see her and sweep her off her feet. She would wrap her arms around his neck and settle his captain�s hat; he�d be a captain of course, on her own head, slightly crooked in the cute way. He would carry her away to make sweet passionate love on some remote beach, as the waves crashed around them. Sakura sighed dreamily, a hand automatically reaching up to wipe away any saliva.

To Sakura�s credit she was usually very level headed, if a bit hot tempered. Also extremely intelligent and quick-witted just not when her heart overrode her brain and took the giant leap from first sight to worshipping love.

Gazing up adoringly at the perfect-in-everyway man she watched hypnotised as his lips moved in slow motion.

Sakura nodded her head in agreement, as she imagined him getting down on both knees, begging her to marry him, bear his children and grow old together. Then he turned, walking away once again walking towards Tsunade�s door, the sensation of d�j� vu hit her abruptly.
�Wait! You can�t�. go in there� she finished just as the door clicked shut. Tsunade was going to inflict psychological damage on her. Crap.

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Tsunade slammed her fists into her desk, a little harder than necessary. Jiraiya was getting on her last nerve. How could she help with his problem of sex addiction if he didn�t even try to stop leering at her?

�Have you considered doing porn? Boobs like that shouldn�t be deprived from the world.� Jiraiya paused to give said boobs an appreciative glance. The top of his cheeks had taken on a distinct pink colour and pupils were dilated. The blonde�s eye twitched, she thought of the pair of scissors in her stationary drawer, cutting off that spiky white hair that probably hadn�t been washed in years. Tsunade rested her hand on her cheek as she thought that she could pull it off as well, cover it with some psychobabble about symbolism for a fresh start.
�I have contacts in the industry you know, I could put in a good word for you, though you are quite old, the older woman category is the probably the best you�ll get.�

Tsunade had tuned out when Jiraiya had called her old, her mind blank with rage. How dare he�.
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Jiraiya grinned as Tsunade approached, she probably was so grateful to him for offering to help her out. She leant over him on his spot on the recliner giving him a delicious view of her glorious cleavage. This was why the rather hard smack to the side of his head caught him unawares.
When he came to there was someone else in the room, Jiraiya squinted his now blurry vision at the person. They were probably a qualified doctor, not some quack expert, come to see his injuries. Tsunade had after all hit the great Jiraiya, no last name needed; he was that famous, like Madonna or Cher. The writer of the best romance series to hit the shelves since Danielle Steel.

The self-proclaimed super pervert observed the new guy who didn�t bat an eyelash in his direction. Jiraiya bristled, here he was thinking of using this pansy-assed twit as inspiration for the hero in his new novel. Sadly the ladies seemed to have this stupid thing for the dark silent type. Women were strange; boobs were their only redeeming feature, one that he appreciated a little too much, to the point where he could happily ignore all else.

�Where is Doctor Uzumaki?� the newcomer queried Tsunade, barely giving Jiraiya a second glance. Jiraiya decided the boy was probably star-struck being in his presence, trying to appear cool in the front of the �God of Romance�.

�You can�t just barge in here when I�m in sess- � huh?�

Jiraiya sat back amused, few things stopped a Tsunade in the middle of her headache inducing rants, he could think of one though. Doctor Uzumaki, Jiraiya pondered for a while what the brat had managed to do now. Knowing Naruto could kick-start Tsunade without being present; his former student was that talented. Jiraiya had been Naruto�s English professor at University, now retired so that his time could be put to better use �researching� for his chart-topping novels.

Jiraiya watched the interaction with great interest, one eyes trained on Tsunade�s breasts. His therapy sessions were a fa�ade; Tsunade�s assets were his muses, his inspiration to write. But she didn�t need to know about that.

�Doctor Uzumaki Naruto, this is his office, is it not?� an eyebrow was raised as the smooth voice spoke. The brunet shot a look at Jiraiya on the recliner and a pink tinge appeared on his cheeks for a few brief seconds. Things just got interesting.

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�He did WHAT?!� Tsunade breathed heavily through her nose, trying to keep a hold on her temper. Which was futile as her fist smashed down, causing the desk to creak dangerously.

The young man before her seemed to share her sentiments, though he was doing a better job of keeping his anger in check. She saw his clenched fists shaking, and the additional rigidity to his posture. She itched to get her hands on Naruto�s little neck and squeeze.

�Doctor Sannin, I seem to have some unfinished business with Uzumaki, perhaps you know where I can locate him?� The boy spoke in a restrained tone, one she had heard many times, this one had a lot of issues to release. She considered his request, she wanted nothing more than to �locate� the little brat herself, but sadly Shizune had booked her clear through the day. Her amber eyes watched as the boy clenched and unclenched his fists, there would be violence. Good. Nodding once, she wrote down the address to Naruto�s newspaper.
�Tell him Doctor Sannin, would like a word with him also.� Her eyes locked with dark infuriated eyes that had only moments ago been dead, handing him the slip of paper. He inclined his head towards her and walked out.
Jiraiya started chuckling, bringing her attention back to him. �Ah Naruto, the student has surpassed the teacher.� Ignoring the old fool, babbling his perverted nonsense, she reached inside the desk draw to pull out her scotch.

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Temari was barking out orders left, right, and centre. She wanted that written, she required these edited, and she needed this copied right now. Naruto covered his ears miserably, and people said he was loud. Usually he�d be jumping around making just as much noise if not more, but right now he was angsting. Well he was trying to, if he could just get everyone to shut up. His talk with Shikamaru had done nothing; he�d thought for sure the computer genius would think of something, but Shikamaru had still managed to fall asleep, muttering, �so troublesome.�

Naruto sat slumped at his cubicle, fist pressed into his cheek staring blankly at his computer screen. He had a few stories to write, just didn�t feel too� inspired. He stood up and leant against the left side of his cubicle wall, propping his arms at the edge, looking into Kiba�s. The brunet was talking enthusiastically with an animal rights activist, gesturing wildly with one hand, scribbling quickly with the other. Naruto turned, standing on tip toes to see Neji sitting in his office through the glass walls, with Hinata standing, head bowed. The newsroom bustled with life; people were yelling at each other, typing furiously, or both.

Naruto was just about to head to the break room when someone brushed past him, turning to go in the opposite direction became difficult as that same person was pulling him along by his tie, which thankfully he wore loose.

�Oi! What the hell!� The dark head of spikes turned giving him a view of stormy black eyes; several other eyes watched the exchange too. Naruto�s eyes widened, Sasuke was here. His eyes became even larger when he realised what that meant. Naruto didn�t have time to wonder about his impending death at Sasuke�s and Tsunade�s hands, as the brunet continued to drag him along by the tie down a corridor until they reached the photo session room. Sasuke still with a death grip on the tie pulled out a card, Naruto caught a flash of bushy eyebrows and a bowl haircut on the picture before it was swiped granting access. Somewhere nice and quiet for his murder to take place.

Naruto was pushed through the door, he considered screaming for help, but he had an image to uphold.

As soon as he was in the room he was shoved up against the door, the side of Sasuke�s forearm pressing hard into his neck.
�What was it? Some sort of sick joke? You needed a story that badly?!� Sasuke�s eyes burned as his breath came out in pants, the strain of controlling his anger showing in tightness of his jaw. If Naruto hadn�t been fearing for his life, he would have thought the Uchiha looked damn sexy, as it was he had more pressing matters on his mind.
He grasped at the pale arm still pressing into his neck, using his fingers to prise the arm away, quick reflexes saved him from the punch aimed at his face from Sasuke�s other hand, causing it to smack into the door behind him.

Another punch came, catching Naruto in the stomach. Naruto wasn�t one to go down without a fight, and he aimed a punch back.

This is how they ended up rolling on the floor, until a punch aimed a little too close to Naruto�s nose for his liking caused him to spin away, moving to stand up. He went over the other side of the large desk in the centre, computer stations lining the wall behind him, holding his hands out. Sasuke still look furious as he too stood up, wiping at his mouth checking for any blood.

�Whoa! Hold on now pretty boy! I helped you ok?� Naruto moved around the desk as Sasuke tried to move closer. �At least you know the truth now, why can�t you accept it?� They were circling the rectangular desk now, Naruto making sure he kept Sasuke opposite him.

Sasuke chose not to answer, the object of his fantasies and his anger was just a few metres away. He wanted to hurt something, anything to release the frustration built up inside of him, he wanted to hurt something blond and blue eyed.
�You didn�t help me, you moron, you made it all worse!� They were still circling. Getting annoyed with moving in circles Sasuke climbed onto the desk in a swift movement before the idiot he was chasing could react. He launched himself at the blond, there wasn�t enough space for them to fall to the floor, and instead Naruto got himself an armful of Sasuke, his back digging painfully into the copier behind him.
Naruto locked his arms around the struggling brunet. His feet intertwining with the other�s legs holding him in place. �There is nothing wrong with being gay,� he whispered into Sasuke�s ear, stopping himself from licking it too, he had some self control.

A shudder went through Sasuke; he stopped struggling for a moment, body not entirely relaxing but it was enough. �Nothing. Wrong.� He leaned back to look into concerned blue eyes. For the second time in his life, Sasuke did what he wanted to. Not quite, rather than the passionate kiss that he was aiming for, it was more of a smashing of mouths as Naruto leaned in at the same time too.

Before Sasuke could regret the idea, or struggle loose, Naruto followed with his mouth as Sasuke started to pull back. Kissing softer, almost coaxingly. A frown furrowed Sasuke�s eyebrows together, his arms weren�t released and his legs were still trapped, leaning as far back as he could, his back arched. All these negative signs, yet Sasuke�s mouth still moved against Naruto�s.

Naruto pulled back, grinning playfully, �Stop acting the damsel in distress.� Sasuke rose to the challenge, pulling Naruto�s tie free, working the buttons of his shirt away with minimal fumbling.

Naruto watched in fascination as the simple act of buttons becoming undone by pale fingers made him harder by the moment. �You�ve got spilt personalities haven�t you?� Sasuke looked up at the question, not really registering what was said as Naruto locked them in an open mouthed kiss. Sasuke�s hands fell loose as Naruto�s tongue came to mesh with his, the warm slippery muscle against his causing shivers to run down his spine, heat to pool in his groin. He brought his hands up to run over Naruto�s torso to smooth the shirt away. As it slipped to the floor, he found himself being turned, and hoisted up onto the copier behind him.
They broke apart, Naruto coming back to kiss lightly at Sasuke�s lips, causing the brunet to lift his head with the motion every time. The blond�s hand gripped Sasuke�s thighs, pushing them further apart, pressure increasing as he braced himself on them.

Naruto didn�t bother to pull away to unbutton Sasuke�s shirt, his hands slipping along the buttons with his eagerness, pulling it open, both hands coming up to rub the nipples there to hardness.

Naruto grinned widely as Sasuke moaned into his mouth, he knew better than to pull away. If he kept Sasuke�s mouth occupied they might get further this time.

Naruto pinched both nipples at once, causing Sasuke to gasp again, pulling away, he found dark eyes staring at him, and he tweaked them again, softer, feeling the twitch of Sasuke�s back muscles as he jerked forward again.

�A little sensitive there?� Naruto didn�t give Sasuke time to answer as he rubbed a calloused thumb over the hardened nub, one hand braced on top of the copier, he moved to leave a wet trail of saliva running from Sasuke�s neck, down to lick at the collar bone, before taking the nub between his teeth, dark eyes watching as he increased the pressure. He licked the nipple, moving to the other to swirl his tongue around it.

Naruto�s head was jerked back as Sasuke grabbed him by the hair, and smashed their mouths together again. Teeth clashing, lips wet over his chin. Naruto jerked when he felt Sasuke cupping his erection through his trousers. A loud moan escaped as the hand reached down to rub at his balls.

�A little sensitive there?� Sasuke spoke in a mocking tone, words forming against Naruto�s lips, speaking straight into his mouth.

Naruto�s eyes opened to glare at the other, kissing still. He was greeted with the sight of pale eyelids that hid the dark irises, black eyelashes framing the edge. His mouth moved almost absently as he took in the sight of the pale skin up close. Naruto�s body moved against the rubbing of Sasuke�s hand, not causing enough friction. He gasped as Sasuke increased the pressure, his erection now straining in his pants, twitching with every movement of the Uchiha�s hand.

Naruto retaliated by taking a nipple between his thumb and fore finger and rolling it. The other hand worked at Sasuke�s belt, working single-handedly to open up the pants and pulling the hard cock there free. He worked the pants and boxers down pushing them along the pale muscled thighs exposing them.

Sasuke winced as the head of his shaft scraped against the zipper, �Watch it, idiot.� Naruto simply rolled his eyes grinning as the look of displeasure turned changed into something more favourable as he bent down to lick the tip in apology. Distracting Sasuke with kisses to the head and then back up his chest to his mouth, he hit the on button on the copier, the whirring indicating it warming up. Sasuke pulled away just as the light flashed across his ass.

Naruto gave an innocent shrug in response to Sasuke�s narrowed eyes. �Accident,� he mouthed against the brunet�s lips. A palm pushed against his chest, looking irritated.

Naruto looked Sasuke full in the eye as he applied soft caresses to his penis, now leaking precum. �More,� Sasuke demanded, commanded. Naruto wrapped his fingers around the cock, pumping once, and then capturing his mouth again.
�You have to tell me what to do� so that it�s your own action,� Naruto spoke seriously, but his eyes were playful. Sasuke stiffened at the reminder of the �therapy� session.

�Kiss me,� his voice monotone.
�Oh that�s so sexy,� Naruto replied sarcastically, but compiling anyway, with a chaste kiss to the lips.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, �Properly.�
Naruto braced his hands on the copier, either side of Sasuke�s legs, bending down at the waist; he planted a chaste kiss to the head of the cock there, licking his lips at the precum transferred.

He looked up to see Sasuke watching him, dark eyes half lidded, mouth open. �More,� was the command. Naruto complied, taking the head in his mouth, sucking it clean.

His hair was gripped and a cock was thrust against the side of his face. �More,� Sasuke�s voice sounding more desperate. One hand still braced, the other came to pump the base.

�Suck.�

Naruto took the side of the shaft in his mouth, sucking at the skin there. He moved to take the head in again, but more this time, almost half of it went past Naruto�s lips as his head moved back and forth.
The rest of Sasuke�s commands came out as �ngh�. uh� ah� mm� so Naruto improvised a little. Working his mouth along the cock, licking sucking alternatively, planting kisses. Palming the balls when he remembered. A particularly harsh tug on his head warned Naruto of Sasuke�s coming orgasm, with the side of his palm he rubbed the balls, fingers gripping the base of the member, removing his mouth, Naruto moved to the side, pointing the cock to shoot away from their clothes towards the table.

Sasuke rested his head against the wall behind, vaguely aware of Naruto nuzzling his cheek.

�Feel better?� Naruto murmured.
Sasuke turned to look at him, seeing Naruto who was practically a stranger who he had just done... this� with. He felt a wrenching in his gut. The brunet pushed off the copier, collecting his clothes, deliberately not looking at the semen on floor.

Naruto watched in silence. Well what had he expected? Declarations of undying love? The silence was heavy as Naruto watched Sasuke put his clothes back on, not averting his eyes, standing half naked, half hard. Sasuke�s robotic movements stiff, but Naruto saw the slight tremors.

The door clicked shut again, the sound resonating.

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A/N: I've recieved a few messages about whether there will be a part 3, and I'm just confirming that yes, I'll be writing another part ^^
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