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Liberty Hall	By : ahmenet Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I know it's late. I have kids. Nuf
said. But I gave you twelve pages so I hope that makes up for it...
a little. Now on with the fic. This has no beta so if there are
mistakes I'm sorry.

Sasuke was in
Hell. It was the only explanation for why this day had gone so
badly. Sunday had been easy enough. Stay at the back of the line
during the tour, pay attention to landmarks and buildings, and stay
out of the sun as much as possible. Monday the second half of the
campus tour had been rained out and the sun that afternoon had simply
been too high and unbearable for him to attend it's delay. However,
the indoor campus orientation had been mandatory and although he'd
been apprehensive, considering the number of students attending, he'd
found if he kept his head down and a frown on his face people tended
to leave him alone. The dorm orientation had been a little more
intimate but after the announcement and introductions he'd found it
easy enough to leave. There would be plenty of time to meet the
people on his floor, he could care less about the rest of the dorm.
In short, though he didn't know the campus well and he was still
apprehensive about his ability to navigate social waters, he was a
fast learner and with the eastern half of the campus toured and the
western half on a map in the school directory he felt he would be
fine to start his first full day of class on Tuesday.

But the campus
maps hadn't said anything about expansion or renovations.

“Damn it!”
He spun in a circle on the lush intramural field centered between
two very new buildings that weren't suppose to be there.

He'd woken to his
alarm clock blinking 12:00 and his watch reading 10:45. When his
Tylenol PM fogged brain had finally registered what that meant he was
quickly tossing on clothes and cursing his roommate who had not had
the courtesy to wake him and was conveniently not there. Luckily
he'd packed up his essentials the night before and snatched up his
backpack to run out the door, forgetting his key in the process but
not having time to worry about it now. He'd nearly tripped over the
spiky haired kid napping near the stairwell, hit the door with
enough force to leave a bruise and took the steps two at a time
trying to make his first class at 11:00.

It was now 11:20
and he was completely lost.

Sasuke swiped a
hand through his sweaty oil drenched hair and tried to find some old
landmark or structure that might give him a clue as to where he was.
A shiny new brick and steel building towered to his left, blocking
the late morning sun and shading a good portion of the short clipped
grass. To his right a squat but no less imposing white cinder block
creation spread out over a half football field in length. The
cobbled paths running along the front of each seemed horribly out of
place. The paths were also the only thing left from what had
originally been the Hayate and Morino Halls. Sure, the names were
the same but the buildings and the layout of the area had been
through a complete overhaul. He was currently standing where his
class should be, if the greenhouse hadn't been moved.

“I knew this
was a bad idea.” He groaned and scanned the open grounds.

He was going to
have to ask for directions.

Benches sat spaced
evenly along the edges of the walkways. Small shrubs and trees
planted in tasteful displays around them. Squirrels tentatively
skittered close to lounging students in the hopes of procuring a
crumb or two, the more adventurous or hungry moving in closer for
possible handouts. One girl sat, legs stretched out, one knee bent
with a book open across her thigh, idly tossing bits of broken potato
chips toward eagerly chattering squirrels. Her hair was tucked
beneath a faded green bandanna but her khaki chinos and loose blouse
softened the look. Most likely, given her fair skin tone, she was
simply keeping the sun that managed to peek over the building off of
her head. He'd done it a number of times himself, his black hair
soaked up the suns heat like solar panels. She'd not looked up from
her book more than once or twice but he could make out the smile she
offered to those that greeted while she continued to feed the
squirrels and occasional bird. Screwing his courage firmly in front
of him, he wiped his sweaty palms on his own khakis and began the
agonizing walk toward the bench.

0.0.0.0.0.0

Naruto leaned back
against the cool stone wall behind his bed and stared down at this
lap.

“Alright.
Let's have a talk.”

He didn't get an
answer. Not that he was expecting one, but he'd really love to know
what this little guy was thinking at the moment.

“I know the
drugs are doing a number on us. I know we just had a treatment this
morning.” He lightly rubbed his left forearm. “But I'm
a little more frustrated than usual and I could really use a little
release.”

Again, no answer.
Naruto sighed and rubbed a slightly shaky hand over his eyes. He'd
officially lost it. He was having a one sided conversation with his
dick. But little Naruto wasn't cooperating and he hadn't gotten laid
in over a year. He was only twenty years old. Getting a hard-on
shouldn't be this difficult.

“We only
have a couple of hours. Sasuke will be back then and if his behavior
over the past couple of days is any indication, we won't have any
privacy in this room for the rest of the night. I personally don't
want to do this in the bathroom where Kabuto can come in and ask to
observe.”

His dick seemed to
shrink a little. He didn't blame it. The last time Kabuto had been
in the bathroom at the same time anyone had decided to rub one
out the resulting screams had echoed in the hall for days.

“So. What
do you say we get started.”

He thought he felt
a little twitch and took that as a good sign as he lifted his hips
off the bed and slipped his boxers to his thighs.

0.0.0.0.0.0

“Excuse me.”
The words were softly spoken and Sakura smiled before tossing
another hand full of chips to a gluttonous squirrel.

She'd caught
Sasuke turning in circles, trying to look like he was casually
observing when he was obviously lost. Poor guy.

“I can't
seem to find the horticulture greenhouse and I have a class...”
Sasuke's face slackened but his eyes widened just a touch as Sakura
lifted her own to offer him a solicitous, if just a touch
mischievous, smile.

“That class
started almost thirty minutes ago.” She lifted herself into a
sitting position and resettled her book in her lap. “It's the
first day. They're probably close to done.”

Sasuke's eyes
shone with anxiety even as his face closed off. “I see.”
She watched his chest rise and fall in several deeply drawn breaths
before he continued. “Even still, I can't seem to find the
greenhouse and...”

Sakura held up her
hand and tossed her feet to the ground taking perverse pleasure as
Sasuke took a step back. “Let me see you're schedule.”

His perfectly
trimmed brows scrunched together and he looked down at the piece of
paper in his hand before looking back toward her skeptically.

“I'll take
you to the greenhouse then help you with the rest of your classes.
There's been a lot of work on this side of campus. A lot's changed.”
She wiggled the fingers of her upturned palm and widened her eyes in
question.

He actually took a
moment to considered it. She watched with equal parts amusement and
irritation as the perfect skin above his perfect nose wrinkled a
little more and he cast an anxious glance around the commons. She
nearly took pity on him and considered pointing out one of the few
directories placed on this side of the campus but stopped short when
the small white printout containing his schedule was thrust in her
face. She grinned all the harder as she took it.

“Alright.
Greenhouse.” She scanned the paper, seeing that his next two
classes were also on this side of campus. “We'll head there
first. If we're lucky the professor will still be there and you can
be introduced. Then I'll show you the rest of your...” She
frowned down at the paper in her hand then shook herself and looked
up with a smile. “...the rest of your classes. Sound good?”

The frown was
still firmly on his features but he nodded and took back his schedule
following along behind her as she moved toward the taller of the two
buildings. She turned once they reached the door , smiled as she
opened it, and let him walk in first.

“So. Your
brother got a girlfriend or what?”

0.0.0.0.0.0

“Come ON!
You've got to work with me here!” But there was no help for
the poor, wilted, lifeless thing he called a penis.

Naruto had spent
the better part of an hour trying to get some reaction from his
nearly deflated manhood. Visuals of his 10th grade homeroom teacher
had always gotten a rise out of the stubborn piece of meat but it
wasn't happening today. Nor were fantasies of Lucy Liu naked and
cover in honey... okay, ramen, or that hot new nurse he'd seen
changing for her shift at the hospital last week.

“Alright.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Not bothering to
pull up his shorts and taking a fortifying breath he stood and walked
to his closet. The plastic storage box sitting just out of sight
under his old letterman jacket had been a gift from his older brother
in his freshman year of college. Zabuza had handed him the opaque
box and smiled before walking out of the room on one of his frequent
visits to 'check up' on his little brother. When Naruto had finally
gotten around to opening it he'd nearly choked on his soda and called
the man demanding he take it back. He'd been told the box was his
now and if it ever found its way back to the ranch Anko would most
likely string them both up by their balls and leave them to suffer
their slow, painful castration. Though he'd been sure his
sister-in-law would never do something that drastic he'd still kept
the books.

The letter jacket
was a little dusty and Naruto had a pang of nostalgia for his high
school days and basketball team. It was hard, knowing he'd most
likely never play again, but there were other things to do with the
life he'd been given. And right now he was going to blow off a
little steam. He growled down at his pitiful excuse for a dick, at
least he'd decompress if SOMEONE would cut him a little slack!

“So. What
are you in the mood for?” He lifted the box from the closet
and turned back to his bed.

There was a space
between the wall and his bed just the right size. He dropped the box
closest to the head of his bed and popped the top. The smell of old
dust and printed paper rose up to greet him and he silently laughed
at the thought of fifteen year old porn reminding him of the thick
medical tomes in the library archives.

“Now. Where
were we?”

0.0.0.0.0.0

“Alright.
So we covered everything but Biology, right?” Sasuke nodded
when Sakura looked his way.

They'd managed to
map out his entire schedule other than two of his general courses
and though it had been a little frustrating and at times
nerve-wracking he'd stayed with it. And he could admit a small part
of him was glad she'd been there. Introductions to instructors that
would have been horribly awkward on his own were made simple with
Sakura's smile smoothing the way. Though he didn't understand why
she had to tell everyone he was Naruto's new roommate that simple
statement seemed to make every professor that much more solicitous.
He'd not realized how well known the blond and his apparent team of
cohorts was.

“Well, I can
walk you there now but I can't stay to introduce you to the
instructor. Think you'll be alright?” She seemed genuinely
concerned and it irritated him a little.

“I'm sure I
can handle a simple introduction.” He growled out before he
could stop himself.

His pink haired
tour guide tossed both hands up in surrender. “I'm sure you
can. Just making sure.”

They walked in
silence to the campus medical wing. Apparently a number of classes
had been moved here for easy access to the equipment. Sakura stopped
in front of an average numbered door and pointed down the hall.

“Take a
right at the end of the hall. Your room is third on the left. There
are some hands-on medical labs down that hall so watch your step.
There student nurses don't always watch where they're going.”
That frown marred her soft, pale features again and he wondered what
it was for. Then she turned a smile to him again as she grabbed the
door handle. “Well, it was a pleasure, for me anyway. I'm
sure I'll see you again, soon.”

He wanted to tell
her thanks. She'd spent her hour break helping him and he'd been
less than courteous about it. He wanted to offer her compensation
for her time spent. A lot of things seemed to pass his thoughts
toward his tongue only to be swallowed as the door closed on the girl
he'd thought of as a rather larger irritation just this morning.

Alone once again,
he sighed and turned toward the hall she'd indicated. He'd find a
way to make it up to her. A way to pay her back for kindness she
hadn't needed to give and hadn't been repaid... yet. But for right
now he'd get through his Biology class and finish his English class.
Maybe after an afternoon tucked away in his room with his ipod and
photo of Haku for company he could relax away the tension enough to
answer that question about Itachi for her. It would serve his
brother right for conning him into college away from home.

0.0.0.0.0.0

It didn't seem
fair. Not in the least. He understood the meds would make this
hard. He understood the treatments would tire out his body. But
this was a simple function. Every guy could do it. Every guy but
him it seemed.

Erectile
dysfunction at twenty. What a rip-off!

“I'm not
ready to give up on you yet big guy. We just have to find your
switch. There has to be something to get your motor running.”
He dug around in the box for a moment, considered. “You
didn't react to Penthouse, Perfect 10, or Uncut. Kinda thought that
one would work, actually.”

He'd been through
half the box already and though he could now feel some steel under
the skin he was still far from hard.

“How about
we try the big guns.” He pulled out a book who's title boldly
read 'The Big Guns'. “Well, that's appropriate.”
Women with huge breasts and men with equally large cock and balls
paraded over the pages in glossy color. But it wasn't working.

Naruto found long
ago that he wasn't horribly picky about gender. And as it became
harder to perform in any sexual arena he really didn't have the
option of being fickle. In many cases he'd simply dated men for role
reversal option. It was hard to have sex with a woman when he
couldn't get hard and though he knew a few couples who'd tried it,
the idea of using a strap-on seemed humiliating under the
circumstances. But he shied away from long term relationships that
were more than friend or family. He'd watched far too many in his
situation flounder with hope only to lose in the end and leave
someone without a strong connection to all the other precious people
in their loved one's life floundering for a way to cope. He couldn't
risk that.

The sound of paper
shifting over something gritty pulled him from his morbid thoughts
and he cursed. His cock lay limp against his naked thigh, deflated
with his mood and the book lay forgotten on the floor next to his
desk. His palms were slightly sweaty as he rubbed them over his
face.

“Damn it,
I'm not a eunuch!” He screamed then screamed again as someone
banged the wall next to him.

This was not fair!
He would not let his situation and a little self pity get the better
of him. This was his last year here before his year sabbatical. He
was frustrated by the workload, his new antisocial roommate and his
own limitations. Four days back at school. One day back to class.
He'd never last the semester.

Leaning between
the bed and wall he yanked another magazine out of the box. “One
of these has to work.”

0.0.0.0.0.0

Just as Sakura
said, the class ended thirty minutes ahead of schedule. The first
day was mostly devoted to an overview of the classes and professors
expectations. Higher level classes would begin assignments that day
but this university seemed to think Freshmen needed to be coddled.
He hated being babied.

“End of the
day.” He mumbled as he turned and started down the hall.

He had no more
classes today and was starting to get a little hungry. The cafeteria
was just on the other side of this building but the prospect of
dealing with a space that large full of people he didn't know,
staring at him... his stomach churned and the need to find a bathroom
took immediate precedence over food. He looked to his left and saw a
bathroom marked for men and woman and with only a seconds thought
ducked inside. His bag hit the floor and he just managed to get his
pants down before his stomach gave a loud rumble and he groaned. He
should have known this would happen on the first day of class. He
was only surprised it hadn't happened before now.

His stomach had
been a cause for pain and embarrassment in his life for as long as he
could remember. IBS caused by stress seemed a simple problem to deal
with until the age of 12 when, considering all of his other issues,
he soon found it to be just another deficiency. Fear and anxiety
triggered it more often than not and with social anxiety issues as
well as fears stemming for his intermediate school days he was
plagued regularly with urgent bathroom visits. He was thankful he'd
managed to get through the first few days with new roommates and
orientation without an embarrassing occurrence.

Sounds filtered
from the hall vying for attention over the
fan and other more disgusting sounds. Sasuke squeezed his eyes
shut, his nose wrinkling at the growing smell. He'd give anything
for a hole to open in the floor and swallow him about now and screwed
his face at the cramp clenching his abdomen. He opened his eyes to
focus on the floor tiles and willed his body to relax, barely noting
the light spilling through the door...

His head shot up.
The door was open.

“Devon.
You've been in here for a while. You need to weigh in and... oh
shit.”

That was putting
it lightly.

0.0.0.0.0.0

“Wow. I
didn't know people could bend like that.” Naruto snapped the
pages of Bound and Gagged
closed before tossing the book on the ever growing pile of discarded
porn. Seriously, what had his brother
been thinking when he married that woman?

“Well, we have about ten books in here. What do you think?”
His penis didn't answer but then he hadn't expected it to.

His
right hand stroked lazily over his half erection while he dug through
the box on his left. Inches,
Skin, Freshmen, and
Transgender Tapestry
were the only books left swimming at the bottom. Curious, Naruto
lifted the last title and opened it up.

“O- kay. So... this do anything for you?” He cringed at
the woman lying naked over the page, dark hair spread in a fan about
her face and shoulders, creamy skin and rounded breasts glistening
with some kind of oil, and fingers fondling her very small penis.
The opposite page gave stats and a short paragraph about the model.
It seemed she was happily married to a cross-dresser who competed
world wide. Well, at least they had double the wardrobe.

“I don't think this is working.” The 'Thank God' was
silent but no less heartfelt. “So what's next?”

There was a knock on the door. The third one in the past hour.
Naruto sighed, pulled up his boxers and sat up. The world and all of
its deities were conspiring against him and he whimpered as he stood,
the fabric rubbing his now extremely oversensitive cock, and walked
to the door.

0.0.0.0.0.0

“Are you sure you're alright?” Sasuke nodded and
immediately regretted it when his head began its dull throbbing
again. He couldn't hide the wince and the dark haired woman crouched
in front of him with her worried eyes patted his knee and stood.
“I'm going to get our resident. You hit your head pretty
hard.” He managed to look up as she walked off so he saw when
she turned back with an embarrassed smile and flush in her cheeks.
“I really am sorry about that.”

He reached up to touch the lump hidden in his spikes as he watched
her walk toward a whited coated man looking over charts at a corner
desk. How these things happened to him he'd never understand. One
moment he was taking care of urgent business in the bathroom and the
next he was on the floor with his pants around his knees. He was
only thankful the young nurse had let him clean himself up though
she'd stayed in the room with her back turned. All he really wanted
to do was run very far away from this place and these people and the
university in general, if he could find a way to hide from his
brother, but the nurse had insisted he walk into a treatment room and
sit until she was sure he wasn't feeling dizzy or that he might get
sick.

When she'd barged into the bathroom he'd been caught so off guard
he'd jumped up, stepping on a small wet spot he didn't want to
recognize at the foot of the toilet and slipped, hitting his head on
the edge of the sink. He'd not blacked out, thankfully, but his head
was throbbing and his vision had burred a little. It was the blurred
vision and the notable lump that had him sitting in a curtained off
area two doors down from the bathroom of doom. This school was
turning into hell on earth.

“Hi there.”

Sasuke looked up into the soft brown eyes of a man three times his
size with spiral tattoos on his cheeks and a set of needles in his
hand.

“You must be new?” He held up the needles and a small
set of tubing. “You self service or full?”

He didn't answer. His breath seemed to be lodged somewhere between
his lungs and throat when the large hand not holding those terrifying
needles gripped his shoulder. There was a burning sensation in his
chest and spots started to dance at the edge of his vision.

“Choji! Wait!” From between the spots of black and
white, he saw the dark haired woman come toward them in quick
strides. “He's not here for treatment.”

The hand on his shoulder released and his lungs picked up where
they'd left off. He swayed, lightheaded for a moment and a much
smaller hand steadied him. “You alright?”

“Damn, Hanna, I'm sorry! I didn't know. I mean, he was
sitting there and I just thought he was a new...” Hanna's hand
waved away the large guys blushing apology while pulling out a pen
light and shining it in Sasuke's eyes.

“I'm fine.” And he was. He could feel the greasy sweat
cooling on the back of his neck and cringed, wondering if his
deodorant was going to hold up under the strain.

But Hanna seemed to find his answer acceptable and turned toward the
large intern now stuttering about his scholarship and how much
trouble he was going to be in. Sasuke tuned them out and looked
toward the large machine situated in the back of the curtained off
area in an effort to distract himself.

The machine sat directly next to his reclining chair and two feet
above. A cacophony of surgical tubing hung haphazardly from ports
marked in blue and yellow on the machines white surface. Empty
syringes sat mounted next to odd round dials in several places and a
small monitor sat quietly blinking yellow script in the top
right-hand corner. He tried to make sense of the words and numbers
silently burning their image into the small screen but simply
couldn't wrap his mind around it.

“It's a Hemodialysis Machine.”

Sasuke jumped a little at the new voice only inches from his ear.
What was with these people and person space? He turned his head and
had to lean back a little. An older man stood legs pressing his lab
coat to the chair. He wasn't very tall and had the bushiest white
eyebrows Sasuke had ever seen. Not to mention the widest mouth. His
smile spread so far across his face it was hard to see the corners.
He looked a great deal like a frog.

“I'm doctor Fukasaku Sage. Hana tells me you hit your head.”
The man reached a hand out toward inky locks.

“It's okay.” Sasuke mumbled trying to shrink away only
to have surprisingly strong hands grip the back of his neck and hold
him still for probing fingers.

Fukasaku simply smiled. “I'm sure it is but let's just have a
look.”

The pressure around the tender lump disappeared only to be replaced
with a firm grip on his chin and a blinding light in his eyes. He
blinked several times before fingers pressed to his eyelids, pulling
back to delicate skin. Spots obstructed his vision when the light
disappeared and the hands went back to his head.

“Any dizziness, nausea, vision problems?” The hands
turned tender as they brushed hair from the lump.

He considered a rude comment considering his current vision problem
was the Doctor Frog Face's fault, but swallowed it away with the
rest of his irritation. “Not anymore. Just sore.”

The man simply hummed before brushing the hair back into place and
stepping back. “Well, it doesn't seem too serious. I'd
suggest going home and lying down for the rest of the afternoon.”
He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a pen and pad.
“You live here on campus?”

“Yes, sir.” Sasuke watched the doctor scribble something
on the top sheet of paper then tear it off. “Liberty Hall”.

“Ah yes.” Fukasaku's smile seemed to widened. “I
know a student or two living there.” He tapped the pen twice
on the prescription in his hand. “And I don't believe I got
your full name, young man.”

He licked his lips and fidgeted with the seam of his pants. “Sasuke
Uchiha.”

The doctor simply nodded and wrote the name at the top of the pad.
“Well, Sasuke, this is just some extra extra strength Tylenol.
I'm giving you five. Two for today and three for tomorrow.”
He handed the paper to Sasuke and scribbled something on another
sheet. “This,” He finished writing with a flourish and
handed that sheet to Sasuke as well. “is a note for classes
tomorrow. Don't go. You may resume class on Thursday.”

Sasuke frowned. “But it's only the second day and...”
He was cut off by a rude grunt.

“You're going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow. Stay in
bed. Get one of those pretty girls from your dorm to wait on you.”
At Sasuke's grimace the doctor raised his very bushy brows. “Or
boy. Your choice. Just stay down for as much of the day as you can
bare. If the headache worsens or you notice any change in vision
have someone contact the infirmary. Is that understood?”

Sasuke sighed and nodded, only to wince at the pain. “Yes.”
Getting back to the dorm was going to be painful.

“Good. Now, stay here for a moment and I'll call one of the
carts to take you back to your building. If you would like to call a
friend or your roommate to help you, there is a phone on the other
side of that curtain.” He pointed out a small alcove just on
the other side of his small cubicle then turned and walked toward an
office door Sasuke hadn't noticed earlier.

Sighing he leaned back in the chair once more. The room buzzed with
activity as interns, nurses and students moved quickly from chair to
chair. The soft whirl of machines and the tap of keys added to the
symphony and a lulling calm he'd not felt for the past week since he
went to his brothers before moving into the dorms. In the peace of
friendly, distant conversations and mechanical melodies he let his
mind wander off to the ranch and quiet afternoons spent with Haku,
riding bareback through the fields, hiding from the stable hands and
gentle breezes mixed with soft breath fanning his face. He missed
those brief moments of security and wished for the first break of the
year and a chance to snatch one more before the weather turned cold.

“Sasuke?” He opened his eyes to regard the dark haired
nurse, Hanna, as she smiled serenely down on him. “Doctor Sage
called a shuttle to take you back to your dorm. It'll be outside in
a few minutes. Do you need to call anyone? You really should have
someone meet you at the door.”

He sat up slow and automatically reached into his bag for his
emergency phone. The temptation to call Itachi and tell him he
couldn't do this was mingling with the pain in his head. He had no
doubt he could convince his family this had been a bad idea, or at
least that he needed more time. Maybe another semester or a school
closer to home. The smoothness of the flip phone touched his
knuckles and he brushed a finger over the cool surface before pulling
it out to rest in the palm of his hand. Such a small thing really,
to hold so much power. One call. That's all it would take for him
to be safely tucked away in his bedroom back in Konoha by nightfall
and riding the ridges the next morning before the sun had time to
burn away the morning dew. Just one call and he wouldn't have to bow
his head and walk twice as fast to avoid the onslaught of happy
students trying to appeal to a friendly side he wasn't sure he had or
wonder if someone would see him dripping naked in the halls on the
way from the bathroom. One call and he could have the peace of his
double bed and his sheet rock walls and his own bathroom. He'd never
have to share living space with a messy, loud, far too tan for his
health roommate again.

“Sasuke. You need to use the phone in the corner.”

One call and everyone would leave him alone.

“Your cell phone won't work...”

He'd be alone.

“Sasuke? Are you alright?”

But he didn't want to be alone. Not really.

“Can you hear me?”

He stared at the phone in his hand for a moment longer and thought
about the look on his brothers face if he simply gave in. How his
father would work late and skip out on dinner to avoid him until
shame didn't show in his eyes. His mothers pitying looks. He didn't
want to be a failure. He didn't want to be afraid.

“Sasuke?”

That same small, warm hand landed on his shoulder but this time he
didn't flinch. Instead, he looked up into soft brown eyes and gave
her the barest of smiles. “Sorry. I was thinking.”

She watched him for a moment longer then nodded and pointed with her
free hand toward the closest corner. “The phone is over there.
If your roommate or friends aren't there, call your RA or dorm
manager. Just make sure someone's at the door to help you.”

He nodded his thanks and moved to the corner where a land line phone
sat on an elementary school desk. Where they found the desk was a
mystery but the phone reminded him of the ones sitting on the desk of
every police officer in the bullpen at his mother's precinct. The
reminder of home made the air a little easier to breath and the
receiver light and comfortable in his hand as he brought it to his
ear. For a moment he stared at the push-button pad blankly before
remember how to dial his room. Fingers shifted over the worn plastic
and the obnoxious beep sounded with every press on the pad then the
familiar ring.

“Hi...”

Sasuke sucked in a breath to speak only to realize it was the
answering machine picking up. Letting the breath out in a sigh he
berated himself for not realizing the time or the fact that Naruto
was a senior with a great deal more on his plate.

“... Leave a message and we'll get back to you.”

The strange little 'beep' that sounds at the end of all message
machines blared in his ear and he sucked in a sharp breath, rubbing
at bone behind the shell in the hopes of cooling the sting left
behind.

“Naruto,” the name came out more of a moan than an
announcement. “I...”

He drew up short for a moment. What exactly did he plan to tell him
over the phone knowing he'd listen to the message when he walked in
and anyone with him would hear it? He couldn't very well tell the
truth. Maybe a little of the truth. It wasn't as if Naruto would
ever find out what really happened and with any luck Sasuke could get
his class changed or at least avoid the medical rooms on this hall.
So, he'd tell him about the lump on his head but not exactly how he
got it or the events that transpired afterwards. Groaning once again
he left a simple message telling Naruto he'd be to the dorm in twenty
minutes and to meet him downstairs if he was able before replacing
the receiver and walking to the waiting intern.

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“Ffffinally...oooooh...” Naruto ran the pad of his thumb
over the leaking head of his cock while gazing through half-lidded
eyes at the long pale-yellow back presented in the picture before
him.

He'd finally settled on a copy of Freshman though he'd been a
little annoyed about it at first. It seemed stupid to look at naked
people his own age in a magazine when there were mostly likely naked
people his own age in the bathroom of this dorm at that very moment.
But his dick really liked the pictures and he had to admit it would
be easier to jack off in his room than in the bathroom where he'd
most likely have to reciprocate. And now he was so close. That
heady tingle was working its way up from his groin into his belly.

“Ooooooh just a little more. C-c-comeon...”

He fought to hold open his eyes and follow the line of that perfectly
photographed back to the curve that dipped into a heart-shaped ass
that seemingly defied gravity in it's lift. He paused a moment to
appreciate the airbrushing and squeezed himself to amplify the affect
before moving down long tapered legs to well formed, narrow feet.

“Ha...ha...ha... close...”

His stroke increased and he ignored the cramp in his hand, the burn
in his arm and the ache in his cock to look at the next page where a
short crop of black hair framed a set of exotic eyes, patrician nose
and a wicked smile. He shuddered for a moment as his mind supplied
the tongue that would poke from between thin red lips to wet them.
His eyes slid closed and the book slipped from his fingers replaced
by thick cotton sheets and a longing for something much softer
beneath his hands.

“Hell yeah.... so good...”

What had once been pert breast became gently sloping pectorals where
tight nipples shone small and dusky. Ribs just peeked beneath softly
padded skin and an undefined though still flat belly held a small
black trail to a ridged red cock nestled in the forest at it's end.
Naruto felt the line of drool running from the corner of his mouth
and ignored the ringing in his ears and the sound of his own voice as
his hands itched to reach out and fondle the plump balls nestled
between firm thighs. His stomach tightened impossibly as his
imaginary lover took in a sharp breathe and licked his lips once
again before that sinful mouth opened.

“Naruto...”

And just like that those eyes turned black before they closed and
once soft yellow skin paled to white. That inky dark hair began
falling in willful spikes onto now sloped shoulder shining with a
sheen of sweat.

“I...”

Naruto watched those pink lips move, throat working as a groan moved
up and out of his fantasies mouth. No, not his fantasy...

“Oh GodAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Naruto's eyes flew open as his
heart sank into the pit of his stomach to swirl with the intense
orgasm pulsing along his nerves. Streams of white shot into the air
only to rain down in spots and puddles along his hand, belly and
legs. His back aching painful from the bed and toes curled into the
orange quilt at the foot.

“... and
I'm afraid I forgot my keys...”

He shuddered, dropping limp to the bed and closed his eyes once again
while Sasuke left a message he barely heard over the roaring in his
ears. He'd have to listen to it when he could sit up since he'd seen
his roommates keys at the end of his bed and knew he'd have to hunt
down Kabuto or maintenance if he wanted back in the room without
them. Of course, he should be thankful. Now that he looked at the
clock he was lucky Sasuke was apparently running late. He should
have been back thirty minutes ago. Right about the time Naruto was
getting into the grove of things. His weak mind abruptly supplied
him with alternative endings to his one handed escapade including a
bowl of miso ramen and Sasuke in nothing but his glasses...

“Oh hell... I am so screwed.” He groaned and dropped his
clean hand over his eyes. Somehow he knew taking a roommate was a
bad idea.

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