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A Subtle Seducing 4
So
it was Sasuke Uchiha.�
Nice name, it suited him. A fan, huh? Yeah, he was as delicate and beautiful
as one� and able to blow you off just as easily. Already all the girls (and
some guys) were drooling, but they had no chance whatsoever! He was gay and he
was already being courted by an awesome Greek god, the great Uzumaki Naruto himself!
"Please
write down your name, age, address, telephone number, e-mail, and what other
courses you�re taking as well as your career," asked Sasuke, writing on
the blackboard in a neat and strong handwriting, not at all girly but easily legible.
�
Naruto ogled his ass before
reminding himself he had to be cautious.�
It wouldn't do to have Sasuke (it felt nice to think his name) find out
too soon plus Kiba was glaring at him.
"Don't
you want to know why we chose your class?" asked a girl, her manicured
hand waving in the air.
Sasuke
turned to her, elegant fingers brushing away a strand of hair, as a small smirk
made his way to his face, turning all the females to mush.
"No,
I don't give a damn about your reasons," he replied, sitting behind his
desk.
A
bit later, Sasuke's voice cut easily through the
noise his words had created. His tone had a quality that allowed, without
raising his voice, to make himself heard and bring silence. ��
"I
will make things clear. Today's lesson is one hour long; you will use that time
to decide if you are interested. If you're not, don't come back. If you come only
to talk or disturb the class I will make your life hell. I won't take attendance
so you may skip my class if you want. But, if you plan to pass my exams you
better be here for every lesson. I will remember all your names and faces, so
people who are here all the time will have their grade rounded up to the next
grade.� Other people won't," he let
some seconds pass, collecting all the papers and letting people whisper.
Just
as he was finished, a hand rose in the air, the teacher raised a delicate
eyebrow and motioned for the person with strange tattoos on his cheeks to talk.
"Do
we have the right to come here to drool or sleep?"
Students
started to giggle, muffling it as best as they could, waiting for the teacher's
reaction. Naruto glared daggers at Kiba. Any other time he would have been laughing his ass
off, even joined in on the fun� but not now! He didn't want his Hedgehog to
find out about him just yet!
Kiba snickered as he
felt a small kick coming from Naruto. Time for
revenge! He knew his foxy friend didn't want to attract attention, but he would
be damned if he didn't use this opportunity to tease him. It was payback for
all he had had to suffer! The funniest thing was Naruto
couldn't talk because his voice would give him away immediately.� Uchiha-sensei might
not know the features of the train pervert, but he sure knew his voice. A
silent Naruto, a forcefully silent Naruto, would be perfect to taunt. �
Kiba's smile grew as he
felt Naruto shift in his chair as the dark fathomless
eyes locked on their location. He could swear the blonde had an erection as a
small superior smirk curved the perfectly shaped lips of their teacher, a glint
lighting his eyes, almost tinting them red. Kiba felt
a cold shiver run down his spine.
"Of
course you can.� As long as you don't
disturb me I won't mind, but I'm not sure you will survive my waking up
techniques," and something told Kiba the guy
wasn't kidding, "concerning the drooling part, I would appreciate if you
wiped off after yourself, Mr. Gay."
"What?
I'm not Gay!" shrieked Kiba, flushing, "I
was speaking about the girls drooling!"
A
contented smirk met those words.
"Such
denial, Mr. Gay. Excuses were made to be used, weren�t they?"
"My
name's Inuzuka Kiba and I'm
not gay for Christ's sake!" growled Kiba,
angered as the whole class laughed at his expense.
Damn
that Sasuke! And Naruto bent over his desk in silent
laugher wasn't helping at all.
"Don't
be ashamed, Mr. Gay, you gave me the perfect opportunity to start my lesson."
"I'm
not gay," mumbled Kiba, dropping his head
between his arms.
He
hated the Uchiha family, truly, deeply, madly hated
it! And the bastard was smirking deviously as he went on talking.
"Michel
Foucault was a French philosopher, historian, critic and sociologist. He was
born on October 15, 1926 and died on June 25, 1984 of AIDS. Yes, he was gay."
Kiba nearly jumped out
of his chair, not because of this revelation, no. He had just gotten hit on the
head with a piece of chalk.� Glaring at
the teacher, he could�ve sworn it had been him who had sent it his way with
deadly accuracy. The fucking, annoying little prick! �And he couldn't unleash Naruto
on him as he deserved because his freak of a brother would have his head for
sure� life was unfair!
"And,
pay attention ladies you will like this, he first refused a chair at the University
of California, to stay with his lover."
When
Sasuke Uchiha ended the lesson, everyone began to
move as if they had just gotten out of a daze. Sounds of talking erupted as
soon as they left the room.� Excited
exchanges went on about the lesson, mostly about the teacher. �
Kiba lingered a little
behind, growling as Uchiha gave him a curt nod, not
hiding his amusement. Then he turned to his blackboard, stretching to wipe it
off. Kiba had to grab Naruto
and drag him out to prevent him from flipping Sasuke on his desk and having his
way with him right then and there. Or who knows what else.
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"You're
late," groaned Sasuke, not raising his head from his laptop.
"I
got lost in the school?" answered a lazy voice as the man dropped on a
chair, putting his feet on the desk, his nose buried in a book.
"Liar,"
deadpanned the raven, giving a pile of papers to the older man.
He
took it, letting it fall on the desk, on top of another bunch of papers.�
"So
serious, Sasuke, so very serious, too serious� you know girls have been asking
for your whereabouts, maybe you should date one?"
"Kakashi-sensei, with all due respect, mind your own
business."
The
grey haired man smiled under his turtleneck, leaning near Sasuke's
ear and teasingly blowing in it. The young man slapped a hand on his ear, gracing
him with a withering glance.
"I'm
sure Itachi agrees with me and if you're not
interested in girls, some guys were curious about you too." �
Sasuke
sighed, closed the open programs on his laptop and fully turned to face his
thesis teacher. He had had to choose the only subject that lazy ass was overseeing.
It didn't help that Kakashi-sensei had been a student
in the same class as Itachi for quite some time.
"I
am not the character of one of your stories, Kakashi-sensei,"
he deadpanned.
"Aww a nice orgy is never bad, you know?"
Sasuke
pinched the bridge of his nose. The man was in one of his moods. He was an
excellent teacher and a good counselor, if you forgot
about him constantly being late.� But
when he was in his pervy mood being in his company was
hell and the Icha Icha
Paradise book he always kept close didn�t help.
"You
know, Sasuke?� After you are done with
your revenge it would be nice if you found someone to settle down with." �
He
grunted but he had to admit it was nice to know Kakashi-sensei
cared. He had given the man quite the scare when he had gone abroad to study
with Orochimaru, and had ended up in quite a mess. �Orochimaru was a teacher
and a drug dealer, who supplied all of his students plenty. And a pervert to
boot. He had wanted Sasuke to join him, to be his right hand (and lover).� He had lured him with information about Itachi. Unfortunately for him, Sasuke wasn't as easily
tricked� he had had to kill the man.� Needless
to say what remained of his innocence had died there. �Sasuke had known the man for a long time, even
before he became his teacher, and Kakashi-sensei had
done everything he could to stop him.
Now
everything was behind him, Orochimaru, Madara.� He had Itachi back. To settle down with a sun-kissed pervert? �He couldn't believe he could consider that, even
think of it�
Damn!� This all was wearing him out. That
and the fact that Kakashi-sensei didn't even look at
his thesis, too immerged in his dirty book. Maybe he should write his thesis
about the train pervert.� Maybe then his
teacher will be interested!
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Could
someone explain to him why he was out shopping with the blonde idiot right after
class when all he wanted was a nice meal or at least a snack? ��And why were Sai, Chougi, and Shikamaru with them
too? At least Shikamaru looked just as happy as him with
this situation.
"Naruto, what are you looking for? Can't it wait for
tomorrow?" whined Kiba, dragging himself
pathetically.
"No!
We have Hedgehog tomorrow too," replied Naruto,
looking around and suddenly crossing the street.
"Him,
always him!"
But
he was being ignored, just like every time Naruto had
something in his mind, while Shikamaru was being
hauled to a strange looking shop. Sai, obviously
aware of what was coming, followed in a frenzy, tugging on Naruto's
sleeves and showing him different devices in the shop.
"So,
Shika, tell me which one is the best to change my
voice without being seen," asked Naruto, almost showing
Shikamaru's face against the window in his
excitement.
Kiba groaned in despair.
That's why Naruto had been talking to Sai! He had been asking for advice.
Finally
they found the perfect thing; it clipped to the throat, under the shirt and
changed the voice well enough for Naruto's voice not
to be recognizable. Of course it was expensive, so Kiba
had been asked to help. �Now the five of
them were sitting at a caf� having a snack, Kiba and Chougi being quite insistent about it.
"Naruto you should just drop it, he's not made for you.� I would have a better chance," pointed out
Sai, licking his lips.
"Get
lost Sai, he's mine!" growled Naruto, taking a bite of his orange ice-cream.
"He's
a grad student, Naruto.� He's cleverer and certainly older," reminded
Kiba, insanely hoping to stop all this shit� even if
he already knew it was impossible.
"Did
you see him? Older? I think he's our age, maybe one year older, that's all. And
I'm not dumb."
Pointed
looks directed at him made him scratch his head. �"It's not my fault I haven�t finished
college yet!" he argued.
Indeed
Naruto had repeated a year in elementary school.� Then he had lost a year working to be able to
pay for college, then he had missed his first year of college because he didn't
like the classes he had signed up for. So he was still a Master student. (1)�
"Drop
it, Naruto.� He's
not the kind who�s into kindergarten guys with small penis," assured Sai.�
"I'm
not kid.� I'm 25! And I'm not small!"
shrieked Naruto, grabbing Sai
by his collar.
"Then
he's not older, he's just your age," remarked Shikamaru.
They
all turned to him, blinking.
"Whatcha mean?" asked Kiba.
"So
troublesome," mumbled Shikamaru, a nudge from Chougi prompting him to go on, "well it's his first
year teaching; the girls assured me that."
Naruto grinned. First time
teaching? He had been so at ease.� Soon
he would have to deal with a certain student who wasn't against after school lessons.
"So,"
went on Shikamaru, "he's in the second year of
his Thesis and Kakashi-sensei is his teacher, so the
girls asked him about Sasuke's age.� He's 25 too," explained Shikamaru.
"Whoa
it's so cool to have people so advanced in college!" sing sang Naruto.
Shikamaru hadn't had to take
a year off before going to college, so he was in the same year as Sasuke. He
would be useful to get some information. All those times he had followed his
hedgehog into a classroom and thought he had vanished� he had never thought of
looking at the damn teacher! But now he knew who to ask for.
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Sasuke
sighed as he entered his apartment. Obviously Suigetsu
was there.� His clothes scattered on the
floor along with some bottles of water were an unmistakable clue. He dropped
his bag near his desk, pulled out the tie he had stuffed in one of his pockets
and hung it on his chair.� Then he took a
pair of scissors and pondered shredding Suigetsu's
clothes and putting salt in his water. It lacked his usual inventiveness,
didn't it?
Sasuke
sprawled himself on the floor, closing his eyes. That train perv
was really getting under his skin. He was back to their game of "I'm so close
it hurts but I won't move."� To think
someone was able to make his blood boil like that, to arouse him this much.
There
was something wrong with him, right? Who in their right mind was turned on by a
molester? Then it wasn't normal molesting, was it? He hoped not because he was
slowly but surely falling for the sun-kissed perv.
He
had been molested before and had always reacted rather violently. Granted he
had punched the moron too, but� it hadn't been the same. It was as if the train
perv actually respected him.� Strange concept, usually molesters went
directly for the crotch.� That hadn't
been the case for this one� it was as if the hand gently cupping his ass, thumb
brushing his hipbone had been a way to ask for permission. It wasn't someone who
got off at the thought that they could get caught or someone who loved making people
uneasy. �And what they had now was
totally different. The perv always knew when he was
pushing his luck too much.� He always
paid attention to his reactions and used his coat as a curtain to prevent
embarrassing him�
A
bit more and you would think he was talking about a relationship! He was in too
deep for his own good.� He knew nothing about
the man, nothing about his intentions even if he had a feeling it wasn't just a
game.
"Fuck
you," mumbled Sasuke, slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Anytime
you want," replied Suigetsu, bent over him
smiling toothily.
Sasuke
looked tiredly at his friend. It had been a long day.� He had taught four different classes and was completely
drained, especially since he made a point to keep his lessons interesting and
lively. On top of that the train perv, the sun-kissed
moron, was nagging at his mind giving him trouble he would rather not deal
with.
"Suigetsu, I think I'm falling for him," admitted
Sasuke, sort of expecting a little help, once in a while it was nice to relay
on someone.
Of
course such moments of "weakness" had never occurred in front of Suigetsu or rather never in this form, so maybe his
reaction wasn't that surprising. He had screamed, snatched his phone and called
Itachi for help, convinced that Sasuke was suffering
from a very high fever and was delusional because of it.
The
diagnosed sick man hadn't had time to protest before he was dropped fully
clothed in an icy cold bath. Seconds latter Kisame,
who had been called by Itachi, was descending upon
him with so much medicine that it was sure to make him truly sick. Then he had
to defend himself against both of them wanting to check his temperature with an
anal thermometer.� Since supposedly it was
more precise.
He
had knocked Suigetsu out rather fast but Kisame was another business.� The black dude sat on him and tried to reassure
him by pointing out that Sasuke had had much bigger up there. Fortunately Itachi had walked in when his little brother was biting Kisame's arm to make him drop the damn thermometer and
kicking madly to prevent the shark from taking off his pants.
"Kisame, out now," snapped Itachi.�
His
partner fled immediately taking Suigetsu's
unconscious form with him.
Dripping
wet and shaking from the cold and anger, Sasuke had somehow managed to stand
up, regaining some of his dignity. �If Itachi laughed there would be a murder, but his brother
simply threw him a towel and left the room.
Once
dried and safely huddled in a bathrobe and a towel on his head to dry his hair,
Sasuke had entered a luckily empty living room, save for his brother of
course.�
Itachi motioned for his
pissed off brother to come closer. As always his otouto
immediately complied, letting the towel on his head fall around his shoulders.
Not missing the occasion, Itachi poked his forehead,
smiling faintly as he saw the usual cute scowl grace his little brother's
features.�
"Sit,"
asked Itachi taking the towel.
Sasuke
obliged, letting his older brother dry his hair, as he rubbed his forehead.
"I
can serve him to you on a silver platter, if you wish so," informed Itachi, knowing perfectly well what (or rather who) was
troubling his otouto.
Sasuke's cheeks coloured a
little, but he shook his head.
"No,
Itachi.� I will
deal with it myself.� I would feel like the
loser if I asked you for help."
The
older Uchiha simply nodded, rubbing the towel on his
brother's head with just enough force. It seemed he had underestimated that Naruto, he had rarely seen Sasuke this interested on
someone. �Maybe he should take some�
precautions. �He wouldn't poke his nose
in Sasuke's business, but he would be sure everything
went as smoothly as possible.� He would make
sure Sasuke was safe. He had nearly lost him three times already (2) and he didn�t
want to take another chance.�
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Kisame had been waiting for
his partner not far from Sasuke's apartment. He could
see Itachi was bothered by what was happening to his
precious little brother. One of the few, or maybe the only, person Itachi cared for. When the latter came out, the only thing
he said was, �Kisame, I have a small matter to take
care of."
He
was thrilled; it was always fun to take care of matters concerning Sasuke, especially
since he got to see the caring side of his partner. �He still remembered the last time they had had
a "small matter to take care of.� �It
had been concerning Sasuke�s uncle, Madara, the chief of the Akatsuki
criminal organisation. They had infiltrated this group for a long time when
they heard Sasuke had come after Itachi seeking revenge.
Itachi had faked his
death, which was very useful for their mission but Madara
had told the truth about the Uchiha massacre to
Sasuke in order to get him to join the Akatsuki. That
is when Itachi had decided he would ignore orders and
said he had a "small matter to take care of.� �They had attacked the Akatsuki,
just he and Itachi. It was a fond memory.
"Kisame?"
"One moment, Itachi-san," requested Kisame.
He had been allowed to bring
his radio with him had brought along one of his own remixes. The infamous song
"Fighting Dreamers" mixed to better suit their� profession.
"Let's get started,
Itachi-san," he said pushing the
"play" button.
We are Serial Killers, aiming high (3)

Front door blown. �Infiltration starting.
�
Serial Killers, not caring about appearances

They were inside the
place, each one covering a door.� Itachi leading, as always.

Serial Killers, because we believe
Oli Oli Oli Oh-! Just go my way!

On the first floor they
repainted the walls with a lovely red. �The Akatsuki's members
had been rather surprised by this peculiar visit. The song covered the sounds
of fighting and curiosity made others come, unguarded, to their death.

Right here Right now (Bang!)

Whoa!� Itachi had a nice
aim, bull�s-eye!

Fire like a bullet LINER!

They took the top off
a grenade. The guards had gathered in the room before the staircase.

Right here Right now (Burn!)

No more guards. Too
bad, they could have had more fun.

Finish it off Get the fire!

A lighter was carelessly
dropped on the floor� right on a trail of oil.

Right here Right now (Bang!)

Climbing up to the
last floor, a trail of corpses behind.

Fire like a bullet LINER!

A nice fight between Itachi and him, in a remake of the Matrix, against the Akatsuki. Was Sasuke then playing Morpheus? Cool.

Right here Right now (Burn!)

No more escape routes for
Madara, everything was burning. Good thing they had
ropes to climb off the house.

At the middle of a grim fighting road, we up
man's map; where do we go?
The plant-eating crow plunders that and escapes

Problem number one:
where was Sasuke?

"Kisame? You've betrayed Madara?"
asked a cold voice.

A teenager made his
entrance, leaning on a door frame, unfazed by the massacre and the fire licking
at the walls everywhere. None other than Sasuke. �Itachi stepped from
behind his huge frame and the eyes of their opponent widened. �

Now, the eye of the heart only opens to make
sure of the present! (Yeah!)

"Y-you� but Uncle
Madara said�� he sounded like a child.

Itachi motioned for him to come. �The teen strolled towards them, guarded� two
fingers poked his head and a smile lit his features. �

There is nothing lost, so let's turn back!

Itachi simply turned on his heel and walked
away, Sasuke following. Kisame couldn't help tapping
the proud teen on the back, earning an angry glare. �So fun! �Then an eyebrow rose in question at the radio
hanging from his neck.

"For ambiance, I
made the remix."

We are Serial Killers, aiming high
Serial Killers, not caring about appearances
Serial Killers, because we believe
Oli Oli Oli Oh-! Just go my way!
Kisame knew this time it
wouldn't be so fun, yet he was sure the blonde would be amusing to play with. That's
why he was thrilled to be currently waiting in Naruto
Uzumaki's apartment with a nice cup of tea (the dude
had some really interesting kinds of tea) and a sandwich.� The kid should go shopping for food more often;
Kisame had had a hard time finding anything other
than Ramen.
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Naruto blinked as the
lesson ended. It was impressive to see how Sasuke had captured everyone's
attention, how you seemed to almost regret when the two hours had ended. He
didn't use notes to teach and seemed to live through what he was saying, always
telling anecdotes, making drawings to clarify certain points� it was a very
lively lesson. He also paid attention to his students.� He gave them a break after the first hour by
having them read extracts from Michel Foucault�s books.
No
one spoke during his lesson, especially because he spoke fast enough that
students didn't have time to speak unless they wanted to fall behind, and yet slow
enough so that it wasn't too hard to follow. �If a student got lost, he would notice it and repeat
the sentence making it look as if it was merely a coincidence.� Naruto decided to test
if it was really a coincidence and by the fifth time in a row he decided it really
couldn't be one. Whoever dared disturb the lesson received a well-aimed chalk to
the head.
Sasuke
was actually one of the most beloved teachers; his looks of course also earned him
some points. �Students could try tricking
him, but would end up losing. He was a walking library and knew everything on
his subject.� He was witty and could shut
someone up with one well placed comment. �His good points as a teacher could have
dropped when a student tackled the slippery subject of tests. �But his hedgehog successfully bypassed the
trap, explaining that they would only have to write two short dissertations by the
end of the year on their choice of four different subjects. �He would also e-mail anyone who had a low
score so they could improve their grades. �He also mentioned they could e-mail him drafts
of their work. Naruto made Kiba
try and the next day he received a reply with lots of corrections and even some
disguised encouragement, as well as a "Mr. Gay" comment. �
Sasuke dismissed the class
after giving them the text they would study next time. He was spotless, as
usual, which was quite a feat considering all other teachers ended up with
chalk all over themselves. As soon as the students began leaving the room,
Sasuke loosened his tie. It was funny to see that he would put on a tie before
entering the classroom and take it off as soon as he left it. �
As
the dark haired beauty bent to look for the eraser under the desk, Naruto had to bite his lips and use all his self control not
to pounce on him. �It was pure torture! �It was such a perfectly tight round ass, the
pants clinging to it in such an endearing manner. �But he couldn't, Kiba
was waiting for him taking his role as chaperon a little too seriously.� That Itachi guy had
been quite intimidating but still!
Grumbling,
Naruto turned on his heels and grinned as he saw Kiba starting to walk away with a cute, shy girl named Hinata. �That's when
his heart froze as a dark silky voice addressed the lingering students.
"Could
some one please bring me some new chalk, a bucket of water, and a sponge?"
It
was a gift from God, right? �It was a
sign that he had to make a move now.� �
"Sure!"
he replied, his real voice perfectly covered up by the device on his throat.
Kiba was already far away
totally submerged in Hinata's timid conversation. He
would have to thank her for that. He ran straight to the supply room, taking
what had been asked for and then went to the bathroom to fill the bucket with
water. When he entered the classroom, it was deserted, as were the corridors
since it was late and almost all classes were over.
He
closed the door behind him, silently putting a chair against it to prevent
someone from entering� or going out too fast. He tucked his voice disguiser in
his bag, put on his cap, and made his way toward his unsuspecting prey. �The latter was cleaning the blackboard as best
he could with a tissue.
Naruto didn't think twice
before slamming Sasuke against the board, his face angled so he couldn't see
his molester's face, his delicate wrists prisoners in his hands. There was a
sharp intake of breath and his hedgehog initiated a counterattack but stopped
dead.
"Shhh it's just me, Sasuke," he purred, shivering when he
finally whispered the man's name in his ear, with his twitching body pressed so
close to his it hurt.
He
felt his hedgehog�s tension lessen and grinned, he was trusted.
"Finally
dared to move out of your train car, dobe?"
Naruto pushed him harder against
the cold board, earning a grunt. Holding his captive with only one hand he
unfastened the tie Sasuke was wearing and used it as a blindfold. Now he wouldn�t
have to worry about his face.
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Warning lime almost lemon ahead ----------
"Your
safe word is 'yes'," he whispered.
"What?
Ahnnnn!" moaned Sasuke, surprised as a hand
cupped his precious parts.
Naruto didn't wait.� Still pinning the pale wrists on the blackboard
with one hand he used the other one to unbutton the man's shirt. He smiled
foxily when he felt the taut stomach quiver under his butterfly touch.
"S-stop,"
ordered Sasuke, his breath quickening. �
"No."
The
blonde let his lips devour the long neck, nibble on the ears. His tongue darted
out, trailing on one ear shell, teasing, to finally barely enter.��
"Hnnn, sto-ahhnn."
"Didn't
quite catch that," teased Naruto.
A
sharp pain coursing through his foot that had been stomped on reminded him
Sasuke could still fight back� he had a feeling he could even free himself without
much of a problem. Naruto, suddenly inspired, ran his
fingers along the edge of the board that was covered on chalk dust. �He had forgotten the peculiar feel it had, the
sweetness of powder. �Hands covered on white
dust, he resumed his discovery of the awesome body forced against him, leaving trails
as he climbed from lower stomach to chest. Sasuke was shivering, the back of
his hair rising. His hand reached the nipples, rolling them between nimble
fingers until they were hard.
"Ahh ahhh." �
Seems
like his bastard was pretty sensitive; it was normal after all the building up
he had done lately.� They were both
sexually frustrated, but Naruto had an
advantage.� He was the one in control and
Sasuke was blindfolded, which increased his body's sensibility.
"Never
thought you would be this reckless out of your train, perv,"
remarked Sasuke. �
Naruto having finished
with the shirt, pulled it down revealing the raven's shoulders. He bit down
gently on them, then possessively bit his nape. A low growl escaped his captive�s
lips and then a stifled scream. Naruto had just
plunged his hand in Sasuke's pants, going straight
for the price. If women were an oven you had to preheat, men were more like a blowtorch
instantly ready. Sasuke was no exception, the state he was in confirming it. �
"Aaah hnnn mmm."
Damn
him! Eliciting such sounds from his hedgehog was making him lose it. �If it went on like that he wasn't going to be
able to stop. Already Naruto was pushing his erection
against that taut ass, rocking in time with his hand fondling Sasuke's jewels, the latter bucking uncontrollably.��
"Oh
Sasuke, you're so hot."
Even
if he couldn't see it, Naruto was fairly certain
Sasuke had just rolled his eyes.
"And
you're just a molester," snapped his hedgehog.
The
blonde chose that moment to take a small break to pull himself together again. Obviously
his teacher, Naruto couldn't help but snicker at
this, was doing the same.
Still
keeping Sasuke firmly pressed against the blackboard, he leaned on it as he
tried to grab his bag with his foot. After some struggling, he finally managed
to drag it closer. He raised his leg, sliding it up to his knee to pull out
some lubricated condoms.
"See?� I thought about your meticulous nature, with
this we won't stain anything," pointed out Naruto,
sliding a condom on Sasuke.
"How
nice of you," snorted the raven.
Naruto unbuckled his pants,
lowering them just enough to let his erection free. He put on a condom and
slammed back against the hot body in front of him, earning a groan. This was
perfect. God only knew why but his hedgehog was letting him do as he pleased
and Naruto was thoroughly enjoying it.
The
scene was too beautiful to be missed. Sasuke was pressed against the blackboard,
eyes covered with his tie. His pretty arms raised above his head, wrists trapped
in one of Naruto's large hands. His gorgeous face was
resting against his arm, hair clinging to his forehead. �He was biting the corner of his lip in an
attempt to prevent moans from escaping. �His
shirt was open, falling from his shoulders over his arched back in an enticing
way. His pants and boxers were lowered just enough to reveal him, chalk still
visible on his chest and stomach.
Marks
of sweaty palms stood out on the blackboard; proof that Sasuke had clawed at it
in pleasure. A bit farther Naruto's hand mark was also
visible as it had dragged down in order to grab his bag. That made him realize
he was still fully clothed, but for his pants lowered just enough so he could
be buried between Sasuke's spread thighs, even if he
wasn't inside him. His shirt was slightly damp with sweat.� It was too hot, even his cap felt uncomfortable.
He could feel his hot breath as he breathed down Sasuke's
neck, his free hand firmly holding one pale hip.
"Still
up for more, hedgehog?" purred Naruto.
"No,
I never was to start with."
"I
knew you would say that.� Your desires
are my command," replied the blonde, massaging Sasuke's
intimate parts.
"Dobe, no doesn't mean y-" started Sasuke before being
cut by a kiss.
Naruto had just captured
those desired lips, giving Sasuke a languorous kiss. Oh gosh! �This was the first time he tasted him. He had
to thank the tie that his face couldn't be seen. It felt delicious, especially
since the raven was answering him, trying to push him away but only deepening
the kiss. It seemed he was a good kisser, because he could swear he felt Sasuke's knees buckle.
"Liking
that, aren't you?"
"In
your dreams train-perv," snapped Sasuke.
"Really?"
Naruto rocked his hips,
his hand back to caressing between Sasuke's legs. Gently,
he started giving teasing nibbles to the white throat.
"Hn hnnn."
Damn
he loved those restrained moans, loved the small gasps, the hitches of breath. He
hadn't wanted to go so fast but� he hardened his hold on Sasuke's
wrists, his other hand leaving Sasuke's crotch to
tease his entrance. That sent a jolt in his hedgehog body and he started
struggling.
"Stop!"
He
didn't, his fingers were slick with Sasuke's pre-come
and the condom's lubricant, spreading it, massaging those firm buttocks. Naruto let a finger pass through the tight ring of muscle and
groaned as Sasuke arched with a startled scream.
"Hnn n-no ahhh s-stop hnnn."
Naruto moved his finger around;
it was so hot inside, gulping him down. It would feel marvellous engulfing a
more sensitive part of him. Sasuke's gasp and
involuntary movement of hips told him he had just found the man's sweet spot. Moans
and stifled screams kept coming from the now writhing Sasuke, his body pushing
against Naruto's finger, meeting his pace. It was too
much. Naruto grounded his pelvis against Sasuke's hip, sliding another finger inside.�
"Stop,
I don't ahhhh hnnn,"
mumbled Sasuke, body shivering and leaning more and more on Naruto's
embrace, his nails clawing at the board.
The
blonde nipped at Sasuke's nape, slowing down. He
wasn't going to force him. He had never thought he would be allowed to go this
far. Yet� it seemed Sasuke was willing for more, his body seemed to crave it
and he hadn't stopped him yet.
"Are
you sure?" he whispered in his ear, pushing his fingers deeper and
enjoying the groan of pure ecstasy it earned him.
"I
said no!" growled Sasuke, angry, giving a harsh tug and moving away just
slightly.
Naruto blinked and froze. By
his tone he wasn�t kidding, but "no" and "stop�� And then Sasuke
seemed to remember.
"Yes,"
he growled, pissed off, pulling at his hands and kicking to get free.
Naruto obliged and shook
his head in amusement.
"You
had forgotten?" he asked almost unbelieving.
The
man was able to remember titles, authors, even complete passages from books,
but forgot a simple safe word? Was he so good that he had turned his brain to mush?
"Get
lost! �I don't use safe words you fucking
dobe," snapped Sasuke, breathing heavily.
"Sorry,"
sheepishly apologized Naruto.
And
to make it up to his hedgehog, he cupped his crotch and stated rubbing and
pumping.
"Ahhhnnn you damn hnnnn!" �
He
went faster, grounding his hips against the squirming Sasuke. The latter had
let his head fall backward in pleasure, biting his lips close to bleeding to
stifle his moans. Naruto regretted not being able to
see his eyes, to fully see his expression of intense bliss as he released himself
between his fingers.
Sasuke
went limp against Naruto, head resting on the blackboard.
"Black
out?" taunted the blonde.
"Don't
dream, molester," came the harsh reply.
"Oh
yeah I'm a molester, a train-perv as you said, but
admit you liked that," he purred, rocking against him, still hard. �
"I'm
your teacher, stop harassing me," ordered the raven.
Funny
he was only now starting to protest, even if he had struggled a little. Really
strange how willing he had been, and still was. �Had he a thing for teacher-student role play? �If so, he would indulge him, after all that was their situation.
"Oh
yes sensei I know, but I've been a very good student lately, I haven't even
molested you in the train for days.� So
now I want a reward."
"I've
done nothing to-" started Sasuke.
"You
don't have to do anything, sensei, your gorgeous body alone is an invitation."
Naruto didn�t have enough
time to wonder why Sasuke was smirking when he felt a sharp pain on his ankle
and some sort of self-defense move and soon found himself sprawled on the
floor.
"You
took your sweet time, didn't you?" accused Sasuke, pulling his pants back
up and then trying to remove the tie blinding him.
"What?"
asked Naruto puzzled.
"Never
thought it would take so long to make you confess, Mr Uzumaki
Naruto," explained Sasuke, finally managing to
take off the tie, uncovering mischievous and fathomless black eyes.�
"What?� How?!" yelped Naruto,
dumbfounded, "you never saw me! I disguised my voice!"
Sasuke
snorted, buttoning his shirt.
"Moron.
Your smell, your skin color and your obvious lust for me, the moment you
entered my classroom I knew it was you."
He
dragged his chair, sitting in front of Naruto, who
was still on the floor propped up on his elbows. Sasuke's
eyes were glinting and bid nothing good. The blonde gulped.
"Why
didn't you do something then?" inquired Naruto, wondering
if he would regret asking.
"Revenge is a dish best eaten cold," assured Sasuke, his smirk
growing as realization dawned on his adversary.
Naruto felt anguish creep
on him. He had underestimated Sasuke. �Seemed
that he had fallen head first into a trap� now what was going to happen to him?
�More importantly, all that was in his mind
was: �holy shit, I love him even more!�
"You
have no proof," he exclaimed, suddenly remembering the fact.
He
was supposed to feel relieved but Sasuke smiled. �Not a nice smile, it was damn creepy! He
looked like the cat that caught the mouse; the hedgehog had stung his attacker.
"Wait,
wait, you said confess earlier, what did you mean? If you knew it was me you
didn't need confirmation."
Sasuke's triumphal smile got
wider; he put his hand in his trouser's pocket and strange noises resounded in
the deathly silent room then Naruto's voice ringed
out, slightly deformed but perfectly recognizable.
"Oh
yeah I'm a molester, a train-perv as you said, but
admit you like that crrr I'm your teacher, stop
harassing me crrrr Oh yes, sensei I know, but I've
been a very good student lately, I haven't even molested you in the train for
days� so now I want a reward crrrrrr I've done
nothing to crrrrr You don't have to do anything,
sensei, your gorgeous body alone is an invitation."
Sasuke
took great pleasure in seeing Naruto�s shaken
expression. The way his mouth fell open in shock as he realized that Sasuke had
recorded his confession.
"B-but!"
stuttered Naruto.
Sasuke
bent down and pulled a bucket of water and an old sponge from under the desk near
the ones Naruto had brought back.
"It
was an excuse. I knew you would jump on the occasion. I had it all planned, dobe," he elucidated, crossing his legs and resting
against the back of his chair, savoring his victory. ��
This
Naruto Uzumaki had thought
he could molest him, arouse him, and make him fall for him without paying dearly?
�Bad calculation. Sasuke wasn't so easy,
as if he could have been tricked by all those pitiful plans. From the beginning
he had been plotting to avenge his humiliation, to turn the tables and make
that pervert submissive. He might have fallen for the dobe�s
strange wooing, but had made sure he had Naruto wrapped
around his little finger. He had looked for a solution to have him at his
mercy.
Sasuke
smirked as he safely put away his recorder. �His marvellous solution was: blackmail.
----To be continued----
(1) As stated in the AN,
I'm French, so I'm using French studies as a model.

You pass the BAC at 17 or 18 years, then you can go to the university. First,
during 3 years you do a Licence, then if you want during 2 years you do a
Master, then if you want you can continue with a Thesis (minimum 2 years).

Naruto is in his first year of Master.
2) First: because of their
family's murder. Second: because of Orochimaru.
Third: because of Madara.
(3) Lyrics by:
animelyrics.com (except for the "Serial Killer" part of course lol)
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what was supposed to be a one-shot or a two-chapter fic
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