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Cupcake Queen	By : kocoum Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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
- 3
- 4
AN: I’m so sad. Where did my “Oh, Mr. Sex-ed Teacher!” go? Anyways, after a grueling 2 years of learning what adulthood really entails, I have finally come back to take full responsibility for this story. Or at least try. HAH. Good luck to me.
Ch. 4
The golden haired boy gave a soft groan as the boy straddling his lap softly bit his lip, giving it a short suck in apology, and continued to alternate sucking and swiping his tongue against his bottom lip. He winced when the other boy nipped at the corner of his lip, the wound had reopened from his previous fight at the library and had scabbed. Haku was a damn good kisser and whatever he was doing wasn’t helping diminish the growth that had happened in his lounge pants.
But what the hell was the long-haired boy doing in his room, in the middle of the night. What bothered him most was how his friend had even gotten inside his room.
As if reading his mind, Haku pulled away long enough to utter “your dad’s window” before he continued his assault.
Naruto sputtered and shoved the boy back. The other boy shifted his hips down to grind against the boys lap and raised his eyebrows suggestively when the other boy gave a restrained groan.
“Y-you came through my dad’s window? Are you crazy?!”
“Well, I was trying to get in through your window, but you’re window is harder to reach,” Haku explained, “Then I remembered how your dad has a balcony that has stairs.”
The blonde continued to stare incredulously at the other boy.
“You came through my dad’s room.” He repeated dumbly.
“He sleeps like a log. And I was quiet anyways. Your dad sleeps naked, by the way.”
“So you had climb over my fence as well,” the blue eyed boy deduced, ignoring the last statement although he did feel his pants loosening some, “You must’ve had something really urgent to tell me for you to have done all that work..”
The brown-eyed boy cocked his head to the side as he leaned a bit closer to his friend.
“Maybe I was feeling lonely, or horny, or—”
“Which then brings us back to my question. None of that maybe bullshit.”
Haku sighed as he fell backwards to stare at the ceiling. The blonde sat back against his headboard, watching as the brunette contemplated on his reasoning, then quirked an eyebrow when he gave an exasperated sigh. His hardened member had softened and Naruto felt relief that the boy’s attention was no longer on trying to sexually assault him.
“So. Do you remember when Kiba had that heterosexual moment?”
Naruto snorted. “Kiba had plenty of heterosexual moments. He’s had plenty of sexual moments in general. Kiba’s quite the butt-slut.”
“But I’m talking about that specific heterosexual moment in his life. That one.”
“Hyuuga Hinata? They were together for literally, like, a couple months.”
Kiba had the biggest crush on the pale-eyed girl ever since he had met her playing in the sandbox in kindergarten. He had only gotten ballsy enough to ask her out during freshman year of high school, but for some reason, as soon as the relationship started, it abruptly ended.
Haku shot up and nodded, “Well, I wasn’t trying to be nosey, well, never-mind, I was being nosey,” He rolled his eyes as he corrected himself, “but I went through his phone… And I guess they’re back on speaking terms. I didn’t read the texts or anything, but I just saw the last time they spoke. And what the last text read. And it was a stupid fucking smiley face.”
Naruto pursed his lip and rubbed the back of his neck.
“So you’re having suspicions that Kiba is having relations with Hinata again, and that’s why you’re currently here, in my bed, molesting me while I slept. Really, is sucking my dick gonna make you feel better?”
Brown eyes narrowed in slight consternation.
“If I said yes—”
“No, Haku. No.”
“Okay, when you put it like that, it doesn’t sound right. And you keep forgetting the fact that you started it. Not me, you. This is reverse rape.”
“Look, I’m not exactly sure what to tell you. But what you’re doing right now is stupid as fuck.” Naruto raised both eyebrows and gave him a pointed look. “You should be confronting him about this, even if you’re going to out yourself as a jealous, paranoid, piece of shit.”
Haku gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes back. Then removed himself from his sitting position on top of his friend, only to crawl under the covers, much to the blonde’s whiney “hey” of protest.
“Ok, well, I just feel like he’s going to go back to her, you know? He had a crush on her for stupid long and I probably come in second. I don’t know.”
Naruto stared at his friend for a while and then gave a soft smile.
“You and Kiba have something going on. I don’t think he would’ve jumped into something unless he was ready. So you shouldn’t worry about being a rebound. Quit being so… emotional and sad.”
The long-haired boy gave and indelicate snort.
“You have such a way with comforting words.”
“Damn right I do, you pansy fuckmunch.”
A moment of silence passed between them until Naruto cleared his throat and gave a sigh mock of annoyance.
“Yeah, I guess you can sleep here for the night and take up all the room with your fat ass.”
His response was swift hand coming down and slapping his groin.
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Day 2-Uchiha
A set of tanned hands had gently wrapped around his neck as soft lips murmured incoherently against his, brushing against his slightly opened mouth with each movement. He groaned softly as his own hands reached up to tangle themselves into a head of golden hair, his pale fingers coiling the strands to grasp the head stationary so that he could crush his lips against the ones that were teasing him.
He gave a breathy moan when he felt one hand move to the nape of his neck to grasp the hair and pull back as the other hand tightened.
His vision was blurry as he felt the same lips connect to the column of his exposed throat and gave another ragged groan when he felt something brush up against his hardening member.
The hand that had once been at his throat were now wrapped around his erection, giving slow, torturous pumps, the thumb swiping over the slit and smearing the bead of pre-cum that had accumulated. Receiving a hand job from someone else was beyond better than giving himself one and he could only wonder if that would still apply if people were able to perform oral sex on themselves. As if on cue, the hand behind his head dislodged itself and he nearly screamed in pleasure as he felt the mouth replace the hand grasping his member.
At that point, Sasuke’s brain had gone to mush and his choice of dialect had dissolved into a range of ragged gasps, short moans, and pitiful whimpers.
That glorious mouth suctioned around the head of his shaft, causing his eyes to roll back, and giving him a difficult time to form any words or noise, but he managed a, “fuck yes, suck it, babe”.
His vision cleared somewhat and looked down to connect with a pair of eyes that were a vivid shade of blue.
Sasuke shot out of bed, feeling beads of sweat pour down his face as the dream replayed again in his head.
“What the fuck.”
As he sat in the dark, a new kind of terror dawned on him when he realized just how tight his boxers felt.
“What the fuck.”
His eyes flashed to the glaring red numbers on the nightstand. It was 4:34 am.
Kicking off his bed sheets and comforter, he mulled over his options. Take care of his throbbing erection via cold shower, disturbing erection-destroying thoughts, or he could jerk himself off while trying not to let the images of his dream assault him.
‘Think of.. Itachi. In nothing but an apron.’
Sasuke felt some sort of relief as he imagined his brother skimping around but a frilly white kitchen apron, his boxers loosening some. As the Itachi in his head twirled and faced him to give him a thumbs up, glitter sparkling around him, the image suddenly turned into a certain blonde with blue eyes. The apron was now missing.
The raven-haired boy sputtered a whole series of “what the fucks” in different tones of panic as he jumped out of bed to briskly walk into the bathroom.
His jaws clenched as he jerked the glass sliding doors open, turning the knob to allow cold water to spray from the showerhead.
Making quick work to remove all his clothes, he looked down at his groin and gave a strangled noise of frustration.
“Piece of shit, traitorous dick.” He hissed at himself.
He mediated on the horrific thought of how this could only be the beginning of many morning wood mornings induced by that idiot.
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Sasuke glared a glare that would have any normal person possibly have an instantaneous combustion. Unfortunately for him, said person he was glaring at was completely immune to the ‘Uchiha Glare’.
“Stop that.” Itachi scolded.
“Stop what, you dick hole?” he muttered darkly. Images of the earlier imagined Itachi, running around in an apron with his backside totally exposed, decided to pop up again into his head and Sasuke choked on the chewed up cereal that was well on its way down to his throat and destined to go to his gastrointestinal tract.
The elderly raised an amused eyebrow and watched as his little brother tried to clear his throat and cough the food out.
“How was your shower this morning, Otouto?”
Sasuke turned a deep shade of red, due to the coughing as well as a renewed vigor of choking as he sputtered more.
“I’ll take that it wasn’t very pleasant.”
The younger of the raven-haired boys intensified his glare to maximum glare capacity that anyone would’ve thought the whole kitchen would’ve burst into flames and the portal to hell would open up in a crumbling-gaping-fiery-hole-in-the-floor manner.
The kitchen remained intact and so did Itachi’s grin.
“Shut up.” he wheezed, trying to wrack his brain for an insult. The only thing that came up was the image of how he actually handled himself in the shower that morning.
Rather than sucking it up and eliminating the effects of his titillating dream with an ice cold shower, he had definitely taken the matter into his own hands. Literally.
As he stared at the throbbing thing where most of his blood supply had pooled to, he found himself berating it, which was essentially himself as well, in his head.
‘This is completely fucked, how could you even get excited by another guy?’
‘Like you’ve ever gotten excited by females?’
Sasuke’s eyes widened with horror. It had spoken back to him?
‘You idiot, I am you.’
He was now currently arguing with his dick. It was the first time it had actually communicated with him. Or, well, that other voice of reasoning--Sexual, uninhibited reasoning. He would later deem it as 'Sexual Sasuke reasoning'.
‘NO. I mean, I have. But seriously, I could understand a really good looking guy, but him?’
‘I don’t know, I think whatever happened in that dream was pretty hot.’
The raven-haired teen briefly considered hacking of the offending organ or shoving the barrel of a gun inside his mouth.
‘No.’
‘Just think about it, those baby blue eyes looking up at you, all watery and shit, while those lips are around your—”
‘Please, for the love of all things sacred, don’t finish that thought.’
‘Then just remember that image from your dream, I’m sure you’ve got a good idea of what it could look like in reality.’
Sasuke snarled as he jumped into the shower as the sudden image of a certain blonde-haired teen appeared in his head, kneeling between his legs. He had tried to mentally prepare himself for the cold and his body jerked as the water hit his body.
‘The will of the Uchiha!’
‘Damn right the will of the Uchiha…’ his mind scoffed as more vivid images from his dream flooded his brain.
‘You’re getting too worked up over this. Just let it all out, all that pent up sexual frustration. No one’s going to know, just you and me…’ This time it was Naruto’s voice in his head and he gave a soft cry of desperation

‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?’
His mind cackled.
‘Just imagine how good that mouth would feel. How good it would feel to have him bent over…’
Sasuke was fighting a losing battle as his imagination ran away with that voice of sexual reasoning. Even with the shower blasting him with water that was a freezing temperature, his erection stood with defiance. ‘Fuck it.’
Itachi began to feel concerned as the younger went from a dark shade of red to a purple and then slowly to an alarming blue.
“For fucks sake,” He bit out harshly as he quickly made his way over from across the table to behind his brother and wrapped his arms under the boy’s ribs, his hands clasped together in a fist right under the sternum, in an attempt to perform the Heimlich maneuver.
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Day 2-Uzumaki
Naruto gave a distasteful glower at the older blonde man. Yet again, he was staring at his father with such intensity, the other man could feel holes boring into his back.
His morning hadn’t gone as smoothly as he had wanted. Waking up to Haku molesting him, yet again, wasn’t as bothersome as the fact that he had done it and woken him up at the ass crack of dawn. Naruto wasn’t a morning person and waking up at nearly 5 in the morning had him grumpy as hell. He had responded to the other boy by violently kicking him off the bed, grouching how it was annoying and rude to act on such perverse behaviors at such a time. After the long-haired boy had left to go back home to get ready for school, the blonde was irritable and unable to fall back asleep. So he had done what he always did when he was bored.
After eight minutes into watching porn, he had worked himself up and was getting into the video until his father had barged into his room.
Naruto continued to direct his scowl at the other blonde who was preoccupying himself with making breakfast.
“I don’t know why you’re so upset,” Minato started, “I think it’s perfectly normal to… you know… do the five knuckle shuffle.”
The younger blonde groaned in disgust.
“You only feel embarrassment when you think you’ve done something wrong and it’s oh--”
“Please, please, please don’t have this kind of talk with me now, dad. It’s not the fact that I think I was doing something wrong, it’s the fact that you barged in on me, in the ass crack of dawn, while I was doing that.”
Minato gave a quick glance at his son, who was now sporting a glowing red face, and was still receiving a scathing glare.
“Oh,” He paused as he stirred the contents of the pot, “Anyways. I was going to wake you up early because I think you need some more structure in your days. I don’t want you treating this suspension as if it was some sort of vacation.”
His reply was a muffled groan.
“I spoke with a worker at the library over the phone and they said that the mess was being cleaned up already.”
Silence was his next reply.
“Soooo. I guess we’ll just have to figure out what you can do during this time that will teach you how to be responsible…”
Naruto’s eyes glazed as his father started to lecture him, zoning the words out as he daydreamed about what he could have been doing if he hadn’t gotten in trouble for fighting at the library. Playing on his video console would have been a great way to waste the day. After that, he would’ve watched a ton of pornos and carefully picked out which ones were his favorites. His mind raced back to the previous dream he had before Haku had awoken him with his lewd actions.
His face turned crimson again as he recalled piece by piece the person he had been dreaming about.
Pale skin. Dark eyes.
He felt his face flush in embarrassment in slight self-disgust.
‘I could have been dreaming of anyone who fit that description. Hell, I could’ve been dreaming about Michael Jackson. Ew, what the fuck, Naruto.’
“—there is so much more to life than millions of porno videos and their multitude categories. It’s a hard time in life, I was once young and full of energy—”
Naruto stared at his father in confusion mixed with mortification.
“—I know how it feels to want to just…” The older man was now pouring the contents of the pot into a bowl, “Attack someone because of pent up sexual energy or frustration…”
The blue-eyed teen gave another noise of protest and pressed the palms of his hands against his ears.
“Nooooo… stop. Just stop whatever else you’re going to say, I get it.”
The other man gave a sigh of relief, his attempt to get through to his son had turned into an awkward ramble about sexual tension and porn.
“Great! With that being said, bon appetit!”
Naruto looked with avid interest at the bowl his father placed in front of him and grinned.
Although his morning had started out awkward, a bowl of ramen definitely patched things right up.
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He had clearly understood that he was not needed, or wanted, at the library to help fix his earlier actions that had cause damage to such a sacred place of knowledge. He felt the need to personally apologize for such behaviors and offer any assistance cleaning or fixing the mess in atonement. Although he didn’t seem to be the book smart student, Naruto had spent a lot of his time in the library reading books as a child. He had also managed to read almost all of the books kept in his father's study room. He was very intelligent and knowledgeable, but being the designated class clown had definitely taken over his personality at school.
He inhaled sharply and proceeded to push the heavy wooden doors open. Looking around, he noticed the damage that he had done the previous day, there were still a few shelves that were still knocked over and broken, damaged books were still strewn across the floor. He could’ve sworn that it looked worse when he left, then put together that they were still in the process of cleaning it up. He then noticed the few eyes turn to him, then widened in recognition.
“Ah, excuse me, but you can’t be here.”
Naruto recognized him as one of the few employees that had dared to attempt to break him and the Uchiha apart. The guy was definitely in his early twenties and he looked familiar. There weren’t a bunch of silver haired men around and the blonde racked his brain to figure out where he had seen the man before.
A light bulb went off as he finally recalled where he had seen him before. He had been a TA for one of the biology teachers at his high school and had graduated a few years ago. There had been some odd rumors about some sort of relationship that had going on with him and the teacher.
The man pushed his glasses up.
“I’m here to help fix—”
“Yes, we received a call from your father. It’s no longer necessary, we’ve got it under control.” He noticed the man straighten his shoulders, and felt the nervousness emit from him.
“Well, I also came here to apologize in person. I know I shouldn’t have lost control and I still wish to be able—”
He trailed off as something caught his attention from the corner of his eyes.
‘Oh come on, you have got to be shitting me.’
“I see.” Naruto redirected his attention back to the man and forced a smile. The reason they had rejected his father’s offer to have him help clean up was because they had already accepted the Uchihas volunteer. “I guess… I’ll be going. I’m sorry.”
The blonde resisted the urge to glower at his classmate as he turned to move towards the door.
“I hardly think it’s fair that I am left to clean up the mess by myself when he was also involved in this.”

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Sasuke mentally punched himself.
Why he had put himself in this situation was beyond him. Why he had actually made a complaint about the blonde not helping him was just stupidity. Him complaining was already out of character.
His jaw clenched as he watched the blonde, picking up the mess of books dispersed across the floor, from the corner of his eye.
‘Maybe you just want a reenactment of your dream. How cliché, in the back of the library? Dirty boy.’
He quickly averted his attention when the other teen paused and turned his head.
“What, teme?” It was a restrained growl.
“Nothing.” He bit back the powerful urge to vomit every insult he could conjure.
“Well hurry the fuck up, we need to fix those shelves.”
His fists clenched and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.
‘Don’t tell me what to do, you piece of shit.’
He gave himself a pat on the back for holding that insult in. It had been bad enough he had lost face multiple times in a span of two days.
Naruto ‘tsk-ed’ as the other boy seemingly ignored him.
“Look, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. What I meant was I’d like to be finished as soon as possible,” the blonde stood up from his position, tossing the torn books in a large, black, garbage bag, “I know it doesn’t seem like I actually give a shit about school, but I have a lot of homework that needs to get done.”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow and looked at the blue-eyed teen.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, ‘wow, the idiot actually cares about school?’ is what you’re—”
“Okay.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence until Naruto averted his gaze back to the knocked down shelves.
“Yeah, okay.”
The blonde could only be thankful that the other hadn’t said anything to set him off. Yet.
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“Hey, hey, Naruto,” Haku looked up at the boy imploringly, “Did you get some while I was at school?”
The brunette yelped in pain when a towel was whipped across the back of his head, the edges of the towel hitting the side of his face, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.
“GODDAMNIT THAT HURT!”
“Quit being so noisy,” the blonde sighed, “And no, I did not ‘get some’. What would give you that notion?”
Haku glared at him and pouted.
“You don’t seem to be in such a pissy mood. And you don’t seem to be in your normal mood either. So something big must have happened.”
Naruto rolled his head to the side, shifting his right shoulder up, and grunted with relief when he heard the audible pop and crack of his vertebrae.
“Nothing happened. I cleaned up the mess at the library. They asked that I come back to volunteer for a book sale.”
Haku watched with avid fascination as his friend stood up and stretched, raising his arms towards the ceiling while arching his back, bringing his limbs back down to crack his knuckles, and roll his head around again.
“Oh?”
“They also asked Sasuke to volunteer.”
“Oooh?”
Naruto scowled when the other boy waggled his eyebrows.
“Stop doing that.”
“But I’m just doing the wave. On my face. Anyways, that’s really interesting… I’m guessing you’re missing details on how your clean up at the library went.”
The blonde resituated himself back on his chair, his attention back to the essay he still had to type up. He had spoken to his teachers and they had all agreed to accept his homework through email.
“We didn’t kill each other.” He responded. His scowl deepened when he heard Haku give an exasperated sigh.
“Are you still mad about this morning? I was just joking. Don’t take it up the ass, you’re being really mean right now.”
Naruto groaned in annoyance, whipping his head to look at the other boy. “No. I’m just busy.”
Haku tapped his foot against the wooden floors, frowning in consternation. Naruto was serious about most of his classes. Seeing him this focused and irritable was something new. He pursed his lips and shrugged.
“Whatever.”
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Day 3- Uchiha
Sasuke glared at the ceiling as he kicked the bed sheets off, exposing his boxer-clad body to the cool temperature of his bedroom. He glanced at the digital clock, reading 6:03, then to his desk chair. Carelessly draped across the backing of the chair was a black and obnoxiously orange jacket.
The idiot had forgotten it at the library and the dark-haired boy had accepted to take it with out a second thought.
Sasuke scowled.
‘If you keep doing that, you’ll end up with a face that looks like it’s in a perpetual state of constipation.’
‘Shut up.’
‘I know what you’re thinking. I’m all for it.’
‘Shut the fuck up.’
‘Pick it up, Sasuke. Smell it…’
His jaws clenched as he sat up and walked towards his desk, his attention on the ugly jacket.
‘That’s it, just pick it up and smell him…’
He lifted the jacket up to his face and staggered back onto his bed. It smelled fucking wonderful. It smelled a mix of herbs, a bit minty, and something that he could only describe as wholly Naruto. It smelled like a dumb, blonde idiot. Apparently, they smelled really nice.
The raven-haired teen inhaled deeply as his right hand slipped into his boxers.
He officially hated mornings.
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‘I’m in a constant state of wanting to kill myself or kill everyone around me.’
The dark-haired boy was feeling pretty depressed. With how the past couple of days had gone, he felt that the universe was plotting his demise. He had dishonored his family by losing his composure, gotten suspended, and now he was developing this unhealthy perverse aptitude for the cause of all his problems. To top it off, his repressed sexual being was now a constant voice, goading him to take action.
‘Disgusting…’
‘Don’t you feel more relaxed? That blonde can be really good for you. Imagine how relaxed you’d be if you had the real deal. It’d be like the aftermath of a whole weekend at a spa treatment.’
Sasuke narrowed his eyes and snorted with further disgust as he zoned in on what the girls behind him were whispering.
He was currently at a small café a few blocks away from his house. Due to the fact that his brother was continuing to give him ridiculous orders, ranging from cooking up meals or bringing him snacks to reading him a book while the older Uchiha did his business in the bathroom, Sasuke couldn’t concentrate on finishing up his assignments.
“He’s so cute… I wonder how old he is. Actually, I don’t care, I wonder if I can get his number…”
Onyx eyes grew cold, preparing to give any girl who approached him a heated glare.
“Yo.”
His head whipped so quickly, he was almost sure he had snapped his neck right off.
“…Yo.”
Blue eyes collided with onyx.
‘How cliché…’
‘Hn.’
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