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Doll Face	By : PrettyKitty93 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three

The next morning, Sasuke was awake staring at the red dress with the bow over the backside. He hated that thing, he wanted to stuff it in a shredder somewhere.

"Good morning Sasuke, ready to get on the road?" Naruto greeted with a smile.

"Hn. I'll have you know I'm not driving though. I feel like since I'm doing all this for you, you should take my place driving," he explained, a smile creeping across his face. "And you're in no position to argue."

Naruto, who was ready to retort, just shut his mouth before leaving the room in a slump, going next door to Kiba and Shino's room. He knocked on the door, calling, "Hey you guys, we're leaving soon! Wake up!"

Shino, who was already up, opened the door first, glaring at the blonde from behind his dark shades.

"Have fun last night?" he teased. He didn't think he'd seen the usually silent man turn so red, which just made Naruto smile. It was fun teasing people like Shino.

Kiba showed up fully dressed behind the dark-haired man, remarking, "Dude, you're driving today, I'm freaking exhausted."

"Damn do I have to?" Naruto complained.

"It's either that or risk me falling asleep behind the wheel. I didn't sleep very well, these motel beds are crap you know,"

"Sure, I see how it is…" he replied with a leer. "The motel beds. Eh whatever, come on let's get the hell out of here."

On the road, things were for the most part quiet during the ride. Kiba and Shino were asleep in the back, the bug-lover leaning against his boyfriend. Sasuke was bored, looking at nothing but vast land out the window. It was starting to turn into desert, meaning they were getting close.

"You know Sasuke," Naruto spoke, eyes still on the road as he continued to talk. "You know what I like about you most in a dress?"

"Hm?" Sasuke hardly questioned, more like grunted, a response just to humor his blonde.

"It just gives me perfect vantage to everything," he said in a low voice, trailing his right hand lightly along the inside of Sasuke's thigh as his left hand was still on the wheel. Sasuke jumped slightly at the sudden contact to sensitive skin, given Naruto knew that was one of the man's weak spots. Even if he was wearing jeans at the moment, Sasuke could still feel it, that hand teasingly close to his crotch. After all, he and Naruto hadn't had sex last night because Sasuke had been mildly pissed about that venture to the dress shop, and now the raven was questioning who exactly he was punishing here. He was thinking his own punishment had been turned against him. "To your… sexy legs," he continued as his hand smoothed up a pale thigh to the hip. "To your ass, of course," Naruto added with a chuckle as he groped Sasuke's ass. All while keeping his eyes on the road, mind you. "And to your…" he trailed off, his hand cupping the other man's semi-hard cock through his jeans.

"Naruto!" Sasuke gasped, glaring at the blonde man as he wondered what had gotten into him.

"You are so lucky they're back there, because you have no idea what I'd do if it were just you and me… I'd pull over and fuck you on the side of the road, even in broad daylight,"

Now Sasuke was scowling, despite the fact he couldn't quite take the hand fondling his cock off his mind. He knew Naruto was trying to tease him for some reason, he just knew it.

"I would tell you all the things I'd do to you, but I might just leave it to your imagination, you know, let you wonder," he laughed, as he slowly moved his hand away, back to his side.

"You fucker, why would you tease me like this?" Sasuke growled. "Is it about last night?"

"Partially," he replied, satisfied grin adorning his face. "Two can play at this game, of course. But it's not just about the fact we didn't have sex either, I'm trying to get you in the right mood, for the contest!"

"What kind of mood are you trying to get me into?" the raven argued.

"The only time you ever look like you're happy or enjoying yourself is when we have sex," Naruto pointed out. "So I just want you to keep that in mind."

Sasuke was just exuberating frustration now, as he let out a heavy sigh before saying in a hushed tone, "But I'm fucking horny you dumb ass, I was already horny before and now I really am, and you're not going to do a damn thing about it are you?"

"Well I can't stop the car can I?" Naruto added with a laugh. "So you have two choices, either wait it out, or jerk off right here in the car."

He was just fighting the urge to punch the blonde right there, but unfortunately, doing so might send the car and it's passengers hurdling into oncoming traffic, so he had to keep his resolve. "I'm not going to jerk off in the car!" he hissed. "There are obviously two other people in here, they would hear me."

"True, you've never been very good at keeping your mouth shut, huh?"

"Dobe…" he grumbled. "You never think your dumb plans through. I'm going to sleep, or try at least, wake me up when we get there."

"Now sleeping might not be a good idea teme, I can't guarantee I won't lose all my control and just pull the car over, and fuck you in broad daylight,"

"Me staying awake won't be very good for you though, because I can't guarantee I won't lose control and kick your ass either,"

"Good enough,"

Somewhere in Suna, the young president of a company was off in his condo, partaking in one of his odd quirks. These types of things the young man did when he was home alone were rather questionable, considering he felt it easier just to keep his odd hobbies away from his brother and sister to avoid talking about them. One of those hobbies, if you could call it a hobby anyways, was to cross-dress. Yes, Gaara was a cross-dresser.

Now, one wouldn't think it by looking at the, short, young, respectable red-head who also happened to be the president of a company he inherited from his father. In fact, when it came to work, he was very no-nonsense and straight forward when it came to his work. Business was business, but apparently pleasure came later, and sometimes last on his to-do list.

The thing was, Gaara aside from his business personality was just a weird guy. He always questioned things others didn't question, things other people just knew naturally. He really didn't have much shame, and he was very naïve. Long story short, if you were to ask Temari or Kankuro how many times they had probably been mentally scarred by something they found their brother doing, well, they'd say they were immune by now.

Gaara stood in front of the mirror in the living room, arms crossed and eyes narrowed in a serious expression as he seemingly scrutinized his appearance. The flowy green dress, a green that perfectly matched his eyes, came down a couple inches above the knee and somehow, enhanced the red-head's thin frame. He nodded at his reflection, his only sign of approval, before padding off into another section of the house as his bare feet hit cool wood.

For some reason, he started to feel that funny feeling in his loins again, the one his brother described as arousal. It was only until recent years that Gaara had even really figured he could do anything about it, considering he was seventeen by the time he had the talk (that poor Kankuro had to dish out, unfortunately.) Then he'd happened upon masturbation, which had been just awkward for all parties involved, since he wasn't exactly the most discreet man… And finally after that, he'd had sex with women from the office that were interested in him., but after venturing off into that he wasn't really impressed, and didn't like having sex with women. Some how, he'd figured that he wanted to be in their position, rather than being the one dishing it out because he didn't particularly care for sex with women. He wasn't quite sure when the dresses thing had come along, but they felt so comfortable he figured why not wear them when no one was around? Because by then he'd certainly figured out men were frowned upon for dressing like girls. And some how, every time he wore them, he always seemed to get aroused.

He laid in his bed, staring up at the blank white ceiling as his hand reached down to rub the erection that was now causing a tent in his underwear. Just as wearing a dress always led to becoming aroused for him, getting aroused always caused him to start fantasizing about a certain someone.

For a while, Gaara hadn't even been sure whether he liked women or men to be honest, until he happened to see the strange man of his dreams. He'd learned his name was Rock Lee, a young man who just moved to Suna from Konoha to open a branch of gym that had become very popular in the city, and they were looking to expand further. The gym was a brand new building, and it wasn't hard to miss with it's modern look and giant light-up sign that said "Maito Gym: The Gym Brimming With Youth!" Not to say that Gaara had driven by it a thousand times or anything… hey it was on his way to work! The detour route!

Anyways, he happened to have been out on a walk one day when he saw the man running down the trail in nothing but tight, green shorts that left little to the imagination. To say the least, he was impressed by that glimpse he got of that body, with the toned chest and chiseled muscles glistening with sweat, firm legs and thighs, that perfect ass… and it looked as though he was packing where it counted as well. It should be a crime to run around that sexy.

Where the coalition between that sexy body and the dress came in, was every time Gaara wore it now, he always imagined he was dressed up for him. Because honestly, he didn't even know whether the man was gay or not, so some how he got it in his head the dress would help. He was hoping it would help because for some reason he was really nervous around this man, and he never got nervous around anyone.

Gaara let out a slight moan as he envisioned the man in the green shorts, imagining what he would look like in nothing at all.

What broke him out of his wonderful fantasy was his older brother, Kankuro, bursting into the room starting to spout off about something that happened that day until he froze.

Gaara immediately sat up, pulling his underwear up before smoothing the dress down, not that that made much of a difference. He was caught, but by the look on his face he never seemed like he cared very much.

"Gaara! I… it's bad enough I already walked in on you doing that, but now you're wearing a dress? Well fuck," he exclaimed, trying to get over the initial shock.

"If you say one thing about me being weird…" Gaara warned.

"I don't have to even say it!" the older brother shouted.

"Kankuro, what is all the yelling ab-" Temari questioned as she walked in the room as well, before being equally shocked. "Oh."

"This is because you used to dress him in girl clothes when he was little, I knew you scarred him for life!"

Now it was Gaara's turn to look shocked. "You used to dress me up in girl's clothes?"

"Guilty," she admitted. "But it was only because you looked so cute in them."

"See what you did Temari?" Kankuro accused the older sister.

"Aww, he actually still looks cute in them… even though you're nineteen,"

"Temari don't encourage him!"

Gaara glared at Kankuro now, starting to wish he'd just leave, but not saying anything.

"You know, this just reminded me of something I saw on the news the other day," Temari explained. "There's going to be some kind of Cutest Ukes Pageant here tomorrow. I bet-"

"Don't even say it…" Kankuro groaned, shaking his head.

"There's a grand-prize too… 250-thousand dollars, Kankuro," she pointed out, with a smirk.

"250 you say?"

"Yes and if we were his sponsors, we could get a share too. What do you say?"

"Count me in!" Kankuro exclaimed, suddenly very excited over the idea.

"I'm not doing it," Gaara spoke. "I don't care about the money, I have plenty already. You two aren't going to exploit me for some money."

"Some money? This is a lot of money! I'd let you exploit me for 250-thousand dollars…" Kankuro whined, not wanting to let his dream of money go.

But Temari had one more trick up her sleeve. Not that she had planned on this happening, but she always suspected her brother was gay anyways, before discovering who she think he liked. If she was right, she was going to get him to go, definitely. "I heard that a Mr. Rock Lee was going to be one of the judges at the event."

"…Really." Gaara said with a tone of indifference, and Temari was worried she was wrong about his crush before he spoke again, "I'll think about it."

She grinned in satisfaction, that was about as good as a yes, coming from him.

"Now if you two will excuse me," he continued, shooing his siblings out his bedroom, "I was busy."

The next morning, Naruto was up nice and early for the day of the contest. The group was staying in a nicer hotel in Suna this time, the respective couples each with their own rooms.

"Sasuke, as much as I love wrestling with you, we don't have time for that right now. We have a pageant to get to teme!" Naruto shouted, as he finally pinned the raven down to the bed.

He really didn't want to do this now that it came time to do so, and at this point in time, it never occurred to him that fighting was pretty much useless. He just did not like that dress, it was even girlier than the last one, in his opinion.

"So what are you going to do, now that you've got me? I'm not a child, it's not like you're going to dress me," he argued.

"If dressing you would be as fun as undressing you, I'm up for the challenge,"

"Stupid dobe,"

Naruto sighed, before kissing Sasuke lightly on the lips, and saying, "Sasuke, is there anything I could do to make this up to you? I don't want it to seem like I'm forcing you to do this."

"Don't make me do it," he replied.

"Besides that,"

"…I'm not sure what yet, but if I do this, you're going to owe me big. Now get off me so I can put this damn dress on," Sasuke finally agreed, pushing Naruto away before heading to the bathroom to change away from the blonde's prying eyes.

"And afterwards let me do your make-up!"

The contest was due to start soon, and the group of four was backstage, making sure Sasuke was ready.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see so many girly-looking guys in one place, this is awesome," Kiba proclaimed in awe, practically drooling.

"I had no idea that was your type…" Shino muttered.

"Well they're not my type, just eye-candy at best,"

"Quiet you guys!" Naruto shushed them, before taking a step back to ogle over his creation that was Sasuke. "You look gorgeous honey," the blonde chimed in a mocking tone.

"Fuck you Naruto,"

"I love you too Sasuke," Naruto cooed over the frowning raven-haired man. "But remember we talked about this, you need to smile."

Sasuke let out a groan before replying, "But I don't smile, I look weird when I smile."

"It doesn't have to be a very big smile, just a small one. But you can't look angry either, I don't want to have to remind you about what we talked about yesterday…" Naruto reminded him, the last part in a low voice. Then he leaned into the man's ear, whispering some things that clearly Kiba and Shino couldn't make out, which made Sasuke turn slightly red, being unusual for him.

Over the loud speaker, there was an announcement that all the contestants must be ready and backstage. Anyone else who wasn't a contestant, had to leave.

"Will that make you smile?" Naruto laughed, as the other two men stood by looking confused.

"…I'll do what I can," he replied, before heading off to where the other contestants were. Naruto, Kiba and Shino went out front, taking their seats in the audience.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our fourteenth-annual Cutest Ukes Contest!"

The crowd went into a round of applause as the lights dimmed and the spotlight shined on a Mr. Iruka Umino, who was standing on stage with a microphone. He swallowed, thinking about not trying to be totally obvious that he never wanted to be on this stage again, even if it was for a different reason. But alas, he'd gotten roped into being the host somehow, so he had to just suck it up and do it.

"Hey everyone, thanks for coming out this evening. Before we go straight to introducing our contestants, first off we need to introduce our panel of judges!" Iruka announced, before gesturing towards the first judge, "First we have Sasori, from the City of Suna, who has graciously came to judge our event! Tell us about yourself-"

"To be completely honest," Sasori spoke, face void of emotion, "I'm only here as the judge because I lost a bet…" he explained, with a glare cast towards a certain orange-haired man with many piercings who was sitting in the audience, next to his girlfriend.

"Ah… interesting. Next, we have a Mr. Kakashi Hatake, from the City of Konoha-"

"I'm here in place of the famous writer, Jiraiya who just so happened couldn't make it at the last minute… so I was chosen to take his place. And for that I was honored," Kakashi explained with a smirk behind that mask of his.

Iruka didn't really like the way the man spoke, but he let that go, moving on to their last judge. "Last, we have Mr. Rock Lee, from the City of Konoha as well. However, I hear that you recently moved here to open a gym?"

"Yes! Because under the teachings of my Master, Guy-sensei, I believe that the key to youth, and longevity is a good workout, and what better way to spread my Master's ideals than to share it with other cities? So my mission is to open as many gyms as possible and share the power of youth with people all over, and that is why I am here at this youthful display today!-"

"Wonderful!" Iruka all but interrupted, needing to cut-off the green-clad man's spiel so they could hurry along with the announcing. "Now, without further ado… it's time to bring out our contestants!"

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