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LuckyNumberSeven7	By : Chria Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-LN7 Chapter # 1 Famous Last Words
- 2-LN7 Chapter # 2 Shut Up Or Suicide
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LN7 Chapter # 2 Shut Up Or Suicide
After releasing the snake in a small poof of a jutsu and hearing it slither out of his room to go find his sensei. The title sounding distasteful due to Orochimaru simply being Orochimaru. Sasuke gathers his bearings because one thing has been made clear.
I need to feel clean. Right now.
Pushing himself up from the cool stone floor to stand on weakened legs, Sasuke strips himself of his upper Sound Village garb. Enduring the act of using the cloth to wipe the cum off obvious places on his body like his stomach. His teeth set to a slow grind when Sasuke is reaching up to wipe it off his chin as well.
My chin? Seriously? Pretty damn far place to end up.
Tossing his shirt aside in disgust, Sasuke tries to recall a time when he has climaxed so..so vigorously. Drawing up his only other experience, the one time previous, was during an overnight mission with his former Team 7. The event an efficiently quick quiet affair done ironically to shut Naruto up.
Kakashi-sensei had taken first watch, the team silent but knowing he just wanted to finish reading his book in privacy.
Sakura had long since by then adopted the coveted ability to sleep through whole shinobi wars given how noisy Naruto was during the day, never mind his behavior at night. Sasuke too light of one. Naruto all to eager to take advantage of having an unwilling party to hear him talk himself to sleep.
For the most part, Sasuke could listen with half an ear and that would be the end of it. But sometimes, Naruto's line of thought was so unbelievably baffling it bordered on ludicrous.
Too bad Sasuke didn't want to laugh. He wanted to sleep. And the one sided conversation this evening was hiding the way to sweet oblivion better than any well placed genjutsu.
It all started with Naruto demonstrating everything he knew about tact by subtly asking Sasuke's half asleep mind. "Hey, Sasuke, you jerk off, right?"
The question didn't bother Sasuke, bah, Naruto had asked weirder things before. So groggily he responds bleary eyes blinking. "What does it matter?" Yawning. "Go to sleep, stupid."
Wrong answer! In review of the memory, Sasuke would have given anything for the foresight to alter his reply. Enthusiastically he might add,"Yes, I do! Lots!" Lots! The lie too large of a food ration pill to shallow. But just as life saving. Because in Naruto's world, if not yes, everything else is just "No."
Sasuke is at first unperturbed by Naruto's lack of rebuke to the insult. Observation at this point. Until, a sort of heaviness rests between his shoulder blades. A shimmy of his shoulders doesn't displace it. This is what unsettles him. He later identifies the odd feeling as dread.
Naruto squints his eyes and whispers the question to himself. Even though, it seems it should have been directed at Sasuke, the horror, plain in his tone. "So...you're not using it?"
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Four hours later...
Sasuke's worry-wort of a teammate is found to continue to transcend all previous records of trying to talk someone to death with stupid.
Naruto would simply not cease his unrelenting superstitious prattling of concerns about the "use it or lose it" onryō. A vengeful spirit said to attack young boys in the dead of night and run away with their so called "unused" privates.
Thoughts of discovering and murdering whoever placed this ridiculous ghost story in the mind of a gullible idiot. Especially this gullible idiot. End up being the only thing keeping his soul from departing, it clings to him by a just barely there thread. Sasuke fantasizes. He hopes its Kiba. He would be fun to kill. Better yet. Kakashi. Meanwhile his soul tugs on the string to break loose and begs a return to the great void. Where Naruto is no longer talking.
Finally convincing his soul there being a difference between death and sleep. Death being far too permanent a solution to Sasuke. He has an epiphany.
Sasuke sullenly gazes at Naruto with one blood shot eye and inquires if jerking off would settle the matter. Wouldn't he therefore be protected from the wrath of such a spirit? Naruto murmuring his agreement with a slow-witted "I guess." He not quite understanding what Sasuke meant by asking. Sasuke is sure his triumphant smile would have given it away. Ha!
Naruto doesn't realize what's going on, until Sasuke took his "hands on" approach to the dilemma with a rustle of his sleeping bag and a stuttering panting of his breath. Naruto proceeded to squawk in a low panicked voice "-I didn't know you meant right now, you bastard!" Sasuke had looked back at him with a "When did you think I meant?" expression and snapped "Na-ru-to, shut up 'cause its your fault anyways." The name curling far more intimately around his tongue because of the rowdy activity of his hands in his sleeping bad. Naruto paled but obeyed with snap of his jaw and flopped backwards onto his own sleeping bag. It was worth it for the blissful 2 1/2 minutes Naruto was too dumbfounded to speak again. His climax not much of anything worth being memorable. Naruto's "-was that it?" echoing his own thoughts.
Taking satisfaction instead from proving to Naruto, he wasn't lying that his bodily functions work just fine as is. Nothing was "stolen" from him and it's all still "there." And dear god, there will be no missions in the future to recover Sasuke's ability to procreate. Naruto wanted to check. But that's where Sasuke drew the line. Unless Naruto wanted to later have a mission to recover his ability to procreate. Naruto had then wisely taken Sasuke at his word.
It still didn't save Sasuke from Naruto then being flabbergasted by Sasuke's lack of enjoyment altogether on what Naruto would call "pullin' the noodle." Naruto going as far to assert the ability to do so the best thing about being male.
After hearing it out loud to himself, Naruto, apparently reconsiders and then relegates the activity to "Not as great as ramen tho". Beaming a loony smile, he proceeds to brag about everything that goes into his stomach as supposed to what comes out of his dick, a list of priorities meant to seem impressive to Sasuke. But thoroughly disturbing him. Sasuke turning away from Naruto and looking to the lightening sky for the guidance of his ancestors to help him escape the conversation altogether.
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Sasuke remembers the next day not being so bad. Kakashi only giggles a little every time Naruto apologizes to Sasuke for "Keeping him up all night long." Sakura's questions and Naruto's bad lying making the night seem far more scandalous than the disappointment of a masturbation session that it was. The day then carrying on into night without incident as Naruto was drooling on himself in slumber long before Sasuke got a chance to be bothered by it. Sasuke shooting a prayer of thanks to his ancestors for a rare night of peace and quiet.
Sasuke is pleased with himself at having taken advantage of every second. It being the last time he has had any peace of mind. Not long after, Sasuke's quest for power led him to right where he is standing currently. No regrets. No one to stand in his way. The death of his brother a forgone conclusion along this path he carves out for himself.
Sasuke feels strangely reassured by the terrible first time of "pullin' the noodle." The idiotic euphemism making him snicker. There was nothing romantic or special about it.
Just like kissing Naruto the first time or even the second time. There was nothing remarkable about it. It was just something that happened. He was just there. Just another dumb thing that happened while Naruto was in the general vicinity.
So if the dumbass is gonna be in my dream, of course it's gonna be about something stupid.
And thus all subconscious mentation would react equally as foolish, a logical consequence of merely being associated with Naruto.
Sasuke, inordinately gratified with skillfully being able to disentangle his thoughts and emotions into an orderly sense of self, savors the moment.
Nice to have everything figured out. Not that it could have been any other way.
A soft wet plop hits Sasuke, interrupting his inward victory, dampening the top of his scalp. Sasuke runs fingers through his hair to gather whatever it was that fell on him. Then rubbing the substance between his fingertips. The texture feels strange. Familiar.
Hmm...sticky. Almost like...
Looking up Sasuke sees something unexpected. Then tilling his head sideways, needing a moment to cognitively process the startling potency of his orgasm to reach such...heights.
It even hit the fucking ceiling?!
Closing his eyes to contain his anger, Sasuke growls in extreme fury. Eyes snap open. Sharingan active. Sasuke moves through the needed hand seals in a rapid pace and attacks the spot on the ceiling like a dragon. Unleashing a low level fire release jutsu. Flames rush from his lips to engulf the point in a streak of hellfire. His mastery of the skill made clear by brutal precision. Sasuke waits until the surrounding stone around the blemish become lava red in color to end his one manned Armageddon. The charred burn spot that remains so pleasing a sight, it soothes Sharingan back into deactivation.
Smiling derisively at the area, he plans to explain how it occurred to no one. The darkness of his room hiding the scorch mark in a pinky promise.
Divesting himself of his pants to stand naked within his room. The temperature, a pleasant one for nudity.
Wonder why that is. A dry laugh follows the thought.
Sasuke adds his soiled pants to the ruined shirt he tossed aside earlier. Incinerating the garments to the delight of Sasuke's new found affection for pyromania.
Burn. Baby. Burn.
Turning himself toward the direction of his private wash room, Sasuke sashays his way over. Opening and closing the door behind him. Hopping into the shower without preamble for cold tiles overeager in his anticipation for nice hot shower. Motivated to rid himself of all residual evidence. And finally feel clean.
Sasuke immediately turns the nob full force to the preferred water temperature of a thermal spring.
The steamy contact of the water such a salve to the apprehension living under his skin, he almost forgets he ever had that strange dream about Naruto in the first place.
With the remembrance of it becoming increasingly materialized, Sasuke looks down to find a distraction away from his thoughts.
Dark jaw length bangs adhere to his face, obscuring the environment around him. The view of the drain between his feet dominating his vision below.
Sasuke doesn't realize there was anything peculiar about his keen interest of following the water spiraling downwards into the drain. The common everyday phenomenon known as a whirlpool. Naruto's likely namesake floats to the surface. Snarling. Sasuke stomps on the drain. Repeatedly. Water splashing about. His foot unable to prevent Sasuke's great embarrassment of having yet another thought of Naruto infiltrate his mind.
God damnit! Next thing you know, I'm gonna be thinking about Naruto while taking a shit!
Sasuke covers his face with his hands. Groaning.
The heat of embarrassment moves from his face to the rest of his body causing the water to become suddenly sensitive against his skin. The wisp of tingles prickling his skin was enough sensation for other parts to show their interest as well. Hopeful for another round.
Angrily turning the nob in the other direction. He watches the part withdraw in defeat.
Hn.
Stewing with the frigid water petting him, he plots his revenge. A wicked smile to pair with the fire dancing in his eyes.
I'm going to kill that fucker. No whim. No mercy. Just death.
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Stepping back into his room with a soft white towel around his waist, Sasuke is relieved to see his snake has returned.
The foot long snake, matte black in color, coiled comfortably in the center of his room. Sasuke's presence drawing its attention to peer at him, flicking its forked tongue, as it waits for Sasuke to give the signal.
The soullessness of the creature unable to convey whether its message will have a favorable outcome or just another delay.
Hopefully it brought good news. No bullshit. Again.
After reaching out his hand. The snake poofs out of existence.
The retrieved message on play back causes Sasuke to pale and promptly throw up.
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