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Exhibit N
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Exhibit N
Chapter 6
Sasuke stood in front of the mailbox rack in the small brick entryway of his apartment complex. The morning sunlight shone through the large glass panels of the steel door and illuminated the small card he held in his hand. His eyebrow arched as he read over the brief message. Of all the potential aftermath of the last incident, he hadn't expected a proposition like this.
Uchiha Sasuke,
On behalf of the Umino residence and in apology for your experience last night, you are humbly invited to discussion and dinner with our family this evening.
Should you wish to attend, please arrive between six and nine o'clock. Your presence will be received with the utmost respect, and any amends you desire to be made will be attempted.
Should you wish to decline, simply disregard this note, and no further contact toward you from anybody in this residence will be attempted.
Umino Iruka

Uzumaki Naruto
So that was the man's name… Naruto's dad's name.
Sasuke let out a slow breath of enervation. What a confounding pair. He had never considered what the rest of Naruto's family might be like, but even if the curiosity had crossed his mind, the small fiery man that had unexpectedly appeared and apprehended Naruto last night was the farthest thing from any guess he would ever have hazarded. Yet, despite the man's fury at that time, he obviously possessed a great level of compassion, as he had no doubt rescued the boy from some level of less-than-ideal circumstances. And if Naruto's wholly submissive attitude during their brief interaction was any indicator, he held the man in supreme regard. At the least, it clearly established that the blond was capable of respecting and deferring to those smaller and less powerful than him. Which, granted, was nearly everybody, but Sasuke took some relief in the fact that he could fairly contend with Naruto in ways other than the physical - since that clearly didn't work the last time.
Sasuke flipped the card around to find the blond's address. He recognized the street name, and if he had his numbers correct, this was near the outskirts of the main city where the multitude of high-rise apartment complexes divided the downtown area from the smaller suburban districts like the one he lived in. He also seemed to remember this being one of the more run-down areas of the city; a miles-long crescent-shaped segment constructed entirely out of brick and concrete, its structures and pathways having been built decades ago and scarcely updated since. Again, if there were anywhere he would have expected somebody like Naruto to live, this certainly would have been his last guess.
Sasuke shook his head and turned toward the main hall. Following the mailboxes, it quickly split into two parallel staircases, the left one descending to the lower level and the right one ascending to the upper level. Sasuke walked upward and entered the first door on his right.
Directly ahead was the narrow but lengthy studio apartment he'd been living in since beginning high school. A thin hallway of shiny white ceramic tile spanned from the entryway to the living area, passing all the unit's basic accommodations along the way. To his right was an extended walk-in closet with a stacked washer and dryer unit at the far end, followed by a similarly narrow bathroom with a sink and toilet along its left wall and a shower stall at the end. Next was a slim archway leading to a kitchen not much wider than the bathroom. Its cabinets, stove and sink were attached to its right wall, no doubt for the purpose of sharing the utility lines with the bathroom fixtures, and at its end was a sliding glass panel that led to a small balcony. Its left wall only reached waist high, serving as a window to the dining area on the other side. In that area, a small wooden table with three chairs was pressed up against that side of the wall, and behind it was another sliding glass panel that led to the same balcony. The white tile that had spanned the utilities area so far spread out to cover the floor of the dining area, then transitioned to a light tan carpet as the main living area began.
Though narrow, its length allowed Sasuke to set up multiple "stations," as he called them. First, he had his relaxation station, for which he paired up a double-cushion pull-out couch against the outer wall with a small television stand against the inner wall. The stand was sparsely loaded with a moderately sized widescreen television, a DVD player, a console, and a few films and games. He wasn't overly amused by electronic entertainment, nor was he allowed much money for it, so he only collected what he considered to be the masterpieces. Next, he had his education station. Against the inner wall next to the television stand was a triple-bookcase that was far more loaded with content than its neighboring piece of furniture, and whose contents he used far more regularly. Paired on the opposite wall with the bookcase was a U-shaped desk that he used for reading, studying, homework, and other projects. The form of the desk allowed him to spread out multiple endeavors simultaneously, and a nifty swivel chair in the center of the desk allowed him to easily spin between them. He had his laptop set up on the wing facing the entryway, and multiple school assignments and supplies spread across the rest of the area. Directly following the desk, a lengthy wardrobe closet stretched from the outer wall toward the inner wall, leaving only a small gap the size of a doorway. Through this and to the right, his small single bed was wedged between the back of the wardrobe and the rear wall of the unit, and a small window beside the bed allowed the rising sun to act as his morning alarm clock. For a glorified hallway, he found the place quite sufficient.
Sasuke flipped backward onto his bed, tossing the card at his feet. He held his hand across his eyes, letting out a breath of exhaustion. What to do, what to do? He thought about staying home and trying to forget the entire ordeal, taking Iruka's option to decline the meeting and never be bothered by either of them again. A thought that lasted roughly three seconds. Some things you just can't forget, and he knew the questions surrounding the odd series of incidents would plague him for as long as they played over and over in his mind. What was the purpose? What was the motivation? What was the point? And why him? No… if he didn't go there tonight, his energetic imagination would leave him perpetually restless with the endless possibilities. He groaned in frustration and rubbed his fingers across his eyes. Curiosity killed far more than just the cat.
But would it truly be a risk? After watching Naruto get bawled out last night, he had a hard time considering him anything more than a nuisance. As far as he could tell, that man had Naruto tied up like a dog on a leash. A Pit Bull, yes, and possibly the largest and strongest one he'd seen to date - but a subservient dog nonetheless. And as long as that man had him leashed, this cat would be just fine.
Still, Sasuke went about his day with an air of apprehension. He wasn't concerned about an altercation with Naruto, but he had no idea what to expect, and therefore no idea what kind of reaction the upcoming events would bring out of him - and so, rather than let the possibilities overwhelm him, he decided it would be best to just hurry up and get it over with.
As the time reached five o'clock and he finished his work for the day, he began to get ready for his most precarious venture in years. He kept his standard white-and-blue dress combo, but swapped out his usual white cargo shorts for a classier khaki brand, and his usual blue t-shirt for a polo of an even deeper color. He wasn't concerned with Naruto's opinion, but he wanted to show a bit of class in front of the blond's dad. He had originally thought of it as "dressing up" - but then, wearing any clothes at all would have made him more dressed up that Naruto had been last night.
Once he was ready, he grabbed his keys and headed out to his car. As much as he preferred walking in favor of dealing with his consistently unstable car, his destination was too far away for a walk by now, and the cloudy gray skies threatened enough rain to leave him with pneumonia anyway. So, with a round of fitful sputtering from the engine, he started his aged beater and began his journey into the bizarre world of the Umino-Uzumaki family.
After navigating a maze of side streets for fear the car might break down on a main road, he finally made it past his suburb and into the bleak stretch of tenements with only three brief engine stalls along the way. The grid-like streets made it easy to navigate the area, and soon he pulled into a guest parking space in the narrow lot at the front of his destination.
The area wasn't a dump of filth and squalor, but it was indeed run-down. The tar of the streets and parking lots was nearly colorless from wear, and small weeds grew up from the multitude of cracks in the pavement. The sidewalks were the only thing separating the tightly fit high-rise complexes from the streets, leaving no room for grass or trees, and their gray concrete was in a similar condition to the pavement.
Sasuke stepped out of his car and stared up at the building with the correct address plastered in large faded-gold numbers on its front door and side walls. It was a ten-story apartment complex made out of tan brick. Small metal-framed windows rose in sparse columns up the side, and a pair of balconies also ran upward, each in the middle of what he presumed to be back-to-back apartment pairs.
Slamming his car door hard enough that it would actually remain shut, he walked over to the front of the building, pausing in front of the doors and taking an anxious breath before entering the small lobby. He had expected to have to buzz the apartment and deal with whoever answered, but instead he simply walked into small hallway that stretched side to side, with two wooden doors at each end. The cinderblock walls were painted white and the floor was layered with ugly brown tiling, both of which had experienced more than a few years of wear and tear. Directly in front of the entryway, a gray-painted metal staircase rose in a circular shape up toward the next level. Sasuke suspected he knew where to go, and when he confirmed that the apartment at the left end of the hall was 1A and the one at the right end was 1B, he headed up all ten stories of stairs and to the right of the highest hallway in the complex.
10B.
He took another anxious breath. This time it wouldn't be wasted. He raised his hand to knock, but paused as he was about to rap his fist on the wood. He considered turning around and leaving entirely, but willed himself to knock before he could reconsider what he was doing. A multitude of nervous thoughts raced through his head. Who would answer? How would he react to either one? Would anybody else be there too? Were they also fraught with anticipation? It had taken him two hours to make the drive, and it was now past seven o'clock - had they spent an hour thinking he wouldn't show?
His speeding train of thoughts was quickly derailed as the door opened and he found Iruka looking up at him. The smaller man seemed to have quite the variety of emotions playing out on his face; relief that he had shown up, disappointment that he had to show up in the first place, a courteous regard traditionally shown toward any invited guest, and an annoyance at the person responsible for necessitating the invitation. Fortunately, the courteous regard won out over the other emotions, as the man gave Sasuke a brief bow.
"Welcome," he said as he stood upright again. "Thank you for showing up. Please, come in," he gestured toward the apartment and stepped aside to let Sasuke through.
Sasuke stepped into a small entryway with two closets on each side and a white tile floor surprisingly similar to his own. It led directly into a two-part living room - the left side had a computer desk loaded with a large array of technological gadgets ranging from computer hardware to what looked like security equipment and even some audio equipment including a small keyboard, while the right side had a large couch against the front wall, a small entertainment center against the far wall, and the door to the patio on the side wall. Straight ahead was a short hall that led further back into the apartment. The first wide opening to the left was clearly the kitchen, if the refrigerator against the far wall was any indicator. The door to the right was probably a bedroom, so the one at the far left would have to be the bathroom. It would be the best explanation for the linen closet to the right of the door at the end of the hall.
"I'm sorry you had to show up at all," Iruka said with a displeased voice as he shut the door behind him. "Sometimes, just when you think somebody you care for has got everything in order and that they're on their best behavior, and that all the time and effort you've devoted to helping them develop into a considerate and responsible individual is truly paying off, a situation like this comes up."
As much as Sasuke had expected some form of apology, he hadn't expected it to come from the man in front of him. "It's OK," he said after a moment, not wanting Iruka to feel that he was the one being blamed. "You had nothing to do with it."
"No, as the parent I'm at least partly responsible. I had a vague idea of what he was up to, but absolutely no idea of how he was going about it. I should have kept better tabs on him and inquired about specific details."
"Well," Sasuke shrugged. "Maybe." He wasn't going to argue, but he really didn't want somebody to feel guilty for a thing that another person did, no matter how closely related they were.
"Definitely," the man admitted as he passed Sasuke and stepped into the living room. Sasuke slipped his shoes off before taking a few slow steps onto the carpet. It was quite clean and fresh-looking, as were the walls and most of the furniture. At least people were able to keep their private units in far better condition than the public exteriors of the building.
"NARUTO!!!" Iruka yelled with the same fury as he did last night. "Quit hiding and get your inordinately dimwitted ass out here on the double!!"
For a moment, nothing. And then, the knob of the door on the right side of the hall slowly twisted and turned, and the door gradually opened. A few seconds later, the large blond athlete that had been the subject of Sasuke's wonder and his ire all these last weeks reluctantly stepped through and turned toward him.
For the first time, Sasuke saw him wearing something other than a basketball uniform. He was dressed in a bright blue t-shirt with orange swirl designs on the front and sleeves, and tan khaki shorts that reached just past the middle of his thighs. Sasuke could tell the clothes were meant to be "baggy," but with somebody Naruto's size wearing them, they still ended up being rather form-fitting. The shirt wrapped around his muscle-capped shoulders and clearly showed his thick pecs as they pressed through the front, leaving only his lower torso unconstrained as the rest of the shirt seemed to hang from his chest, and the shorts did little to hide the sweeping curves of his large thighs.
It was one thing to see the blond in public, but seeing him now in this small home environment, he seemed even larger than ever. His broad shoulders had barely fit through the doorframe, and he had to nod his head downward an inch or two to fit under the headers of the frame. Yet, despite his strong presence, he looked incredibly embarrassed, avoiding eye contact by staring at the carpet instead.
Iruka snapped his fingers and pointed at a spot on the floor in front of the hallway. Naruto closed the door behind him and took a few steps forward to stand where the small man had pointed.
"Explain yourself," Iruka demanded with crossed arms. "And, for your sake, it had better be the best explanation you've ever given."
"Um…" Naruto briefly glanced up before his eyes darted around at random spots on the floor. "Well, I uh…"
Sasuke watched with idle composure as the blond stumbled for words. His deep voice was surprisingly soothing when he was speaking quietly rather than growling single words.
"OK, so…" he continued. "I wanted to get something from the library one night…"
Sasuke fought against raising an eyebrow. This is what he came all this way to hear?
"But, well… ours is kind of small over here, and it didn't have it. So, I thought I'd check out another one." Naruto looked up, seemingly concerned that what he was saying was being received without contempt. "But… it was evening, and I didn't want to drive into the city cause of the traffic, so… I figured I'd check out one of the ones in the suburbs."
Now he was talking more naturally, but still in the manner of a child explaining his way out of trouble to a teacher who had caught him red-handed.
"Anyway, I ended up at the one out by you…"
Sasuke could finally see where this was going.
"It actually had what I was looking for, and I was going to sign it out… but then I walked past that reading area… I guess… you know, the one with all the tables and stuff?"
Sasuke didn't give a response, assuming it was a rhetorical question.
"Anyway… I saw you sitting there reading something. You were facing that aisle-thingy I was walking down. And… um… well, I kinda…"
Now Naruto had reverted to his nervous stumbling, and Sasuke tensed with anticipation, knowing this had to be the explanation he was waiting for.
"I kinda… thought you were really cute, so…"
This time Sasuke couldn't hold back his wide-eyed look of shock. 'Cute?!?'
"But well, you were also really into it," Naruto talked faster, apparently trying to move on from his little admission of attraction as fast as he could. "You know, the reading thing… and well, it didn't seem like you wanted to be bothered… so I just walked by and got my stuff."
Sasuke pulled back his look of surprise and let a slight frown form. Had he really missed a guy like this passing by?
"But then, I really wanted to see you again. So, whenever I had to get something, I went out your way instead. You know, like, library stuff, or some other stuff, or… well, I mostly started around the library, cause I mean, yours is better anyway. And I saw you a few times, but you were always so into whatever you were doing and I didn't want to interrupt, cause I knew you wouldn't be paying attention to me anyway, or you'd be irritated at being bothered… you're always really intense when you're concentrating on something, you know… so sometimes I just chilled in the car to see where you went once you finally left. Cause, I mean, it was the beginning of summer break, so it's not like I had much to do. I mean, I only ever hang out or play around when I don't have anything to do. Cause, even I don't spend all day training and working out!"
Naruto said the last part with a hopeful grin, obviously trying to lighten the mood a bit, but not particularly succeeding.
"Well, anyway, I didn't, like… outright follow you. I mean, sometimes I saw the direction you were going in and passed by when I finally decided to leave. But sometimes I was just checking out places and you came by, so I checked them out around the same times again and you were usually there. You've got a pretty predictable routine, really. And one time I actually passed you walking down the other side of the street once, but you're always staring at the ground when you walk anywhere, so you never noticed."
Sasuke glanced downward from Naruto's sporadic eye contact to consider his observation. It was true, he tended to be unaware of his surroundings when he focused on anything, whether it be working or traveling. But could he really have missed a guy like this that many times?
Then again, he did say he was in his car a number of those times.
"But, I thought it was really cool, the way you were so totally into whatever you were doing," Naruto continued, drawing Sasuke's eyes back toward him. "I like guys that are intense like that. And you were also really cute, and good-looking, and totally fit. And confident too. Honestly, it was really hard to stop thinking about you. I wanted to… well, I wanted to hook up with you really bad, but summer was coming to an end and I had only just figured out your usual spots, so I wanted to hurry before school got super busy. And I wasn't, like, trying to stalk you… or at least, not in a predating way… predating… well, you know, like a predator? Preying, maybe? I just wanted to know the times you weren't busy working on stuff, cause I figured you'd be pissed if somebody bothered you when you were working, and I didn't want to get on your bad side for the first thing. So, I tried to wait for a better time to… you know… try to grab your attention."
And just when Sasuke thought he'd never have a more dumbfounding experience involving Naruto than every other time he'd thought the same thing after having a new experience with the blond, here he stood once more, having the most dumbfounding experience of them all. The guy had a crush?? On him?!?
Seeing as he wasn't getting any response, Naruto went on. "Which pretty much takes us to our first night at the movies. I was originally going to see something else, but then you showed up, so I changed my ticket and finally got to get together with you and… well, kick things off."
Knowing Naruto would have nothing more to say at this point, Sasuke shook the last bits of bewilderment from his mind and stared directly at Naruto with a blank face. In a perfectly even voice, he asked, "Are you telling me… that all of this… was your attempt to come on to me?"
"Well, yeah," Naruto answered as if stating the obvious. "I wanted to do something special for you, you know?"
"Special??" Sasuke finally let his burgeoning confoundedness show through, and Naruto knew to be careful if he didn't want to agitate him further.
"Yeah, like, you know, something that stands out… something that isn't what everybody else is doing. I mean, people think standard routines are boring, right? It's just the usual, right? Just what everybody expects. It's like, oh look, a cute little love note, and it's even on pink paper, how typical. Or, oh, here's another guy with flowers, let me put them in the pile from the last fifteen guys. Or, like… you know, here's a little package with a bunch of frilly-thillies hanging off it, and… you know, it's… like-"
"What my idiot son is trying to say," Iruka interrupted, "is that his crass displays of public indecency were his misguided way of attempting to court your attention as a potential mate in a unique and therefore memorable manner."
"Yeah, I just… kinda wanted to do something that… you know, stands out, from the rest of… you know, the cards and flowers and all that. Something that would make me a bit more memorable than anybody else… or, like, any of the other competition… you know?"
"And he attempted to do that by displaying to you what he considers to be his most masculine, attractive, and irresistible features in the hopes that you'd be taken by your instincts and fall for him in an instant."
Naruto caught Iruka's piercing glare and looked at the carpet once more. "It was worth a try," he muttered.
Sasuke eyed the blond critically. "So… you randomly came across me one day and thought I was 'cute' … and rather than introduce yourself or even drop a note or a card, you decide to follow me around for weeks on end and start masturbating every time I come by?"
Naruto pulled his head back with a dejected look. "Well, it sounds kinda bad when you say it like that."
"IDIOT! That's exactly what it was!!"
Iruka watched Sasuke throw his hands in the air and point at Naruto, unable to help the fond grin growing on his face as he saw the sparks of a temper that could one day rival his own. His son certainly knew how to pick them, even if unintentionally, and he felt a bit of relief at the thought of someone similar to him being around to keep Naruto in line during the times that he was away. At least, provided recent events hadn't completely destroyed any chances of friendship between the two, let alone partnership.
"As you can see," Iruka interrupted again, "this bonehead here tends to be ignorant of the fact that there's more to a relationship than just the physical side. Such as, stating your interest at the beginning so that the intended party knows what you're doing in the first place."
"Alright, alright, fine," Naruto said with a drag, "I should've done everything the boring generic way."
"No," Sasuke retorted, "you should've done it in a way that made some level of sense!"
"What part didn't make sense?" Naruto asked with genuine confusion.
"Oh, I don't know… how about everything that's happened since the moment you first showed up??"
"Well, it's like dad said, and I was trying to say. I really wanted to hook up with you and get to know you, so I was hoping to impress you and do something nobody else would do, or could ever compare to. Something that would put me ahead of everybody else who ever tried to hook up with you, but also do it so it didn't put you on the spot."
"Didn't put me on the spot?! You sat right next to me and started masturbating!"
"Well, what I meant was, I wouldn't outright ask you and force you to say yes or no. I thought that might be kind of awkward for you, especially for a first time encounter, so I just kinda put myself out there and up for grabs for you to decide on."
Sasuke resisted the urge to facepalm at Naruto's backwards idea of 'awkward.' "Even if that was true on the bus, what the hell do you call the diner?!"
"Oh," Naruto looked abashed, like somebody had pointed out yet another blatantly obvious thing he had somehow managed to forget. "Uh, that was an accident. I thought you were going to stay until I was done, but then you got up and started to leave before that, so I tried to rush and finish before you left."
"So blocking my exit by spraying your raging streams of semen in front of me as I'm about to leave a populated diner isn't putting me on the spot? And then shooting one of them on my legs when I do decide to leave, and making me slip up and land in your mess in the process, isn't putting me on the spot??"
"It wasn't supposed to be," Naruto muttered, pressing his fingers together in unease. "And besides, you shouldn't have walked through it anyway."
"It shouldn't have been there to walk through in the first place! Nor should your ridiculous boner have still been aimed at my legs when I did walk through! And most of all, you didn't even stop ejaculating all over me, even after I slipped!"
"Well, I know, I realized that after. That's why I decided to make it up!" Naruto said with a hopeful grin.
"What do you mean, make it up??" Sasuke was beginning to see how Iruka could blow his top so easily when dealing with Naruto.
"Well, at the park. I didn't even wank off the whole time between the diner and then, because I wanted to save up to give you the best show ever. I wasn't even sure you'd show up. I tried in the library the night before. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep up a boner like that, only to let it drop off when you don't even get to use it? Especially after saving up for so long?"
Iruka scowled in irritation and kicked Naruto in the calf just like the night before.
"Anyway," Naruto resumed his original train of thought, "I was happy when you finally showed up. But I was also kinda nervous that you'd just walk away. And then I got really excited when you sat next to me! I wasn't even sure it was actually happening. You probably didn't notice, but I tried pinching myself to make sure I didn't fall into fantasy land. I thought you had finally decided to give me a try! So I got really into it, and I was having my best night ever. I thought we'd finally get to talking after I finished. But then you turned on me… and, then, I got kinda mad when it got thrown back in my face."
"An act which you fully deserved," Iruka interrupted once more, kicking Naruto in the calf once more.
"I know that now," Naruto said dejectedly. "But think of it from my point. Have you ever spent a long time working on something for somebody, only for them to reject it and throw it right back at you?"
"Think of it from your point?? " Sasuke all but yelled. "Did you ever think about a single thing you were doing at all, let alone from my point?!"
"Well, I thought… I mean, I did think… just not about what it might be like for you though."
Sasuke took and aggravated breath and crossed his arms. "If you think I'm going to apologize for what I did-"
"No, you don't have to," Naruto cut him off. "But I will."
Sasuke regarded the blond with a curious, albeit irate look.
"About last night. I was still mad about the park thingy. I felt like I was making all this progress, only to get totally shut down in the end. So, I figured I'd give you even payback and end it there."
Naruto's suddenly serious and forthright manner of speaking abated some of Sasuke's ire.
"But I was being totally self-centered and, like you said, only seeing things from my point of view. I was so stuck on what happened before, that I didn't even think about what I did to make you do it. I should have known that what happened at the diner was really degrading to you, and that I should have handled making it up to you in a much better way instead of what I did in the park, and then so stupidly thinking that what you did to me in response was some kind of rude rejection, and then being even more dumb for getting irrationally mad about it. So… I'm really sorry about last night. I completely got what I deserved in the park. I embarrassed you in public, and you were well within your right to turn it back on me. Getting mad at you for that was totally out of line. I made a major fuck-up… and I hope that, maybe some time soon, you can find it in you to forgive me. Because, I'd still like to… maybe go out… or at least, be friends…"
Naruto's unmistakable sincerity had nearly disarmed Sasuke of his aggravation, but now he was simply perplexed.
So the guy… this top-of-the-top-tier athlete… this high school sports record collector who so totally dominated every activity he participated in… this clearly soon-to-be-renowned professional competitor who was no doubt the most popular person in his class… this guy was into him? And he had spent months planning and attempting, albeit in the most absurdly incomprehensible way, to hook up with him?
Iruka, seeing Sasuke's stunned state, decided to step in. "Now I apologize for all the confusion you've had to go through, as well as the confusion of having all this unexpected and probably unprecedented information dumped on you tonight. After all, this big buffoon is my responsibility, and I should have called after him to be sure he was behaving properly."
Sasuke only gave Iruka a brief glance of acknowledgement before he continued.
"That leaves us with three closing points. First, as a reference, and if it may concern you, I used to work for an undercover agency years ago. When he was younger, he liked to play spy games, and now, he still thinks it's cute to be like daddy - which is why he has a habit of sneaking around on a regular basis. And yet, the possibility of a simple GPS under his hood completely eluded him - hence my swift appearance last night once I suspected he may be up to no good."
Iruka checked to see that Sasuke was processing what he was saying before moving on.
"And that leads us to the second point. What Naruto did last night can be legally classified as abduction. Fire Country federal law defines it as a person who uses force to seize or take another person without their consent and thereby deprive them of their personal freedom as well as subject them to forced labor or services. Should you decide to pursue this avenue legally, you will receive no disdain or retribution from me."
Sasuke heard the man say that, but he could obviously tell that Iruka would be saddened for his son to be subject to such charges during his first year as a legal adult.
"Third, and finally. Despite his completely uncivilized way of expressing it, Naruto truly does have a genuine interest in getting to know you. For all the attention he garners, he's never expressed such an interest in anybody else until he came across you. Most people express an interest in him, not the other way around, so his immaturity in this regard is partly due to him never having pursued another person before. And though his actions no doubt require correction, I ask that you at least consider his intent in doing what he did."
"So, yeah," Naruto said, reverting to his subdued demeanor, "if maybe you decide we can just start over from scratch… that would be great… even if it's just as friends."
"Nobody's going to force you to make a choice right now," Iruka clarified, "so if you simply want to leave, feel free. But know that if you so decide, Naruto will never bother you again; he'll stay away from anywhere he may know you to be, and should you show up at a place he's already at, he'll immediately leave without any notice."
Sasuke glanced at the disheartened look on Naruto's face. He looked far too sullen over the chance that somebody he barely knew was going to cut him off forever. 'I guess he really does have it bad,' Sasuke thought.
Just the notion of a guy like Naruto crushing after him like some kind of school boy was enough to make his head spin. Then again, he did have to keep in mind that, despite his immense stature and sheer strength, Naruto was still another teenager just like him. Nonetheless, what was it about him that had attracted this guy in a way that nobody else had ever done before?
Sasuke knew, once again, that if he left now, all the possibilities for answers to that question would continually be nagging at the back of his mind for as long as these recent events played out in his mind. But what if he decided to let Naruto get his wish and start a friendship with him? Perhaps even become a significant other?
He'd never been romantically inclined in the first place. He had no opposition to it; it simply never captured his interest. He considered it to be trivial, at least in his current phase of life. Some of his friends would poke fun at him for being single, especially when he had the looks and the shape to attract most any girl he wanted, as well as the calm and collected demeanor that, he had been told, made certain girls feel safe around him. He had lots of friends who were girls, and even though he had been plagued with fangirl clubs throughout junior high and into the first year of high school, they soon realized he wasn't going to be getting involved with any of them in that kind of way. Not because he didn't like them, but simply because he was disinterested in that kind of relationship.
And because he didn't even consider it with girls, the thought of having that kind of relationship with another guy hadn't ever crossed his mind. He supposed he had no fundamental disagreement with it; it was just another thing he never cared to consider. Sure, such a relationship wasn't exactly the norm, but that had never stopped him from engaging in something he felt like doing. He simply didn't think about getting involved with people in that way, even those he considered to be attractive. To tell the truth, he wouldn't have thought about it with Naruto either, at least if the blond hadn't outright made his intent known. Normally, he would be quick to turn down a proposal like this, but he knew that something about Naruto would make this kind of relationship different from any other one he would ever have.
Still, that left him with the issue of last night's encounter. He had been truly worried for a few moments during the ordeal. Even though he now knew there had been no real threat, Iruka's second point still stood. It was technically an abduction, even if it didn't involve a cargo van and a dark basement. The action couldn't be allowed to slide entirely.
He didn't doubt the sincerity of Naruto's apology. In fact, he was quite impressed with the blond's genuine appeal for forgiveness. But some actions had consequences regardless of how the offended party decided to handle the offender. In the end, he decided the legal route was a path he wouldn't pursue. If Naruto truly wanted to make it up to him, he could do it in far better ways than sitting in jail for a few weeks. Sasuke had time to be creative. After all, the guy was a bastion of physical ability and raw power, and he seemed desperate to get on his good side. Surely Sasuke could find ways to put that to work. There had to be so many things a guy with a body and a presence like that could do. Simple manual labor tasks. Busting up things that got in his way, or otherwise continually irritated him. Providing some amusement by casually showing off or performing random feats in public. Getting some "generous" favors from otherwise unhelpful people. Curbing the crude behavior of the occasional stuck-up antagonist. And if anybody ever tried to pick on him and he unleashed Naruto? That problem would be over before it started.
Yes, the benefits of having Naruto on his side and indebted to him were too great to pass by. And so, in a moment of reckless abandon, Sasuke made a decision that would entirely change his social life for the rest of the year.
"Fine."
Naruto looked up, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "You mean…?"
"Yes," Sasuke grunted and crossed his arms. "I'm not going to explain. Just take it or leave it."
"Yay!" Naruto's arms pumped as he jumped with excitement. "Thank you, so much! I'll totally make sure you won't regret it!"
"I'll give you three weeks to prove you're legitimate and worth the hassle."
"No worries! I'll behave super good and be sure to not upset you! Believe it!!"
"Then you can start by not using such an irritating phrase."
Naruto squinted his eyes as Sasuke's pickiness, but kept his ecstatic smile on his face. "OK then!"
Iruka, somewhat surprised at the result of their discussions, gave Sasuke a curious stare. "Are you sure this is OK with you? You seem to have decided rather quickly. You're under no obligation to appease us in any way, you realize."
"Yes," Sasuke replied. "That's why I gave him a probationary period."
"Very well then," Iruka conceded. "However, regarding your three week timeframe, I should let you know that you might not have as much time together as you may want. After all, Naruto has graciously volunteered as a one-man clean-up crew for the strictest and dirtiest clean-up jobs available over the duration of one week at each of the three places he messed up with his masturbating escapades."
Sasuke cracked a slight grin at Naruto's sudden expression of depression.
"He'll still have some hours available during the weeks though, as he's taking time off from his athletic training to perform his duties, and he'll have even more hours on the weekends due to the shorter operating times of the places he'll be volunteering at."
Sasuke nodded in acknowledgement. "I think I'll manage."
"Now then, if you're going to be getting involved in a relationship with this blockhead, there's a couple things you should know about properly handling him."
Naruto's eyes squinted in confusion before suddenly snapping open as he quickly gaped down toward Iruka with a flash of dread. "Awww, dad!"
"SILENCE!" The small man yelled as he stepped behind the large blond. "Sasuke, step over here please."
Sasuke, not wanting to disobey the man who could command an athlete of Naruto's stature as if he were a grade school child, obliged and crossed the living room to stand behind Naruto. The blond glanced down at him with a muted look of discontent as he passed by. Their size difference was once again highlighted to great degree as Sasuke stood behind him in this small apartment setting, and once again it gave him a little butterfly in his stomach.
"Over the years, I've developed and built in a couple of core functions to Naruto here," Iruka spoke as if he were a computer programmer presenting his latest application. "I began to implement them when it became apparent that Naruto's size and strength were beginning to grow off the charts, and that disciplining him like any other child wasn't going to be decidedly successful anymore."
Was he about to become privy to part of the way Iruka kept Naruto at his beck and call? Sasuke's attention was officially captured.
"By the time he was twelve and beginning junior high, spanking was already out of the question. And as you can obviously see now, such an endeavor would be futile no matter what kind of tools you lined up," Iruka said as he motioned toward Naruto's immensely tall and wide glutes that puffed out like balloons. "So, I had to get creative, and I wasn't entirely sure what to do until I heard a story about the methods that professional entertainers employ to train their circus elephants."
"Circus elephants?" Sasuke asked with a look of skepticism.
"Certainly," Iruka nodded. "You see, once they obtained baby elephants, the trainers would keep them restrained by shackling them to a small peg in the ground with a metal chain and a cuff around their ankle. When they tried to misbehave by running off, the cuff would gouge into their leg, and after enough attempts, they would simply stop trying. Now, cut ahead to the end of adolescence and into adulthood. The two-hundred-pound baby elephants have now grown into ten-thousand-pound adult elephants, and even though they're now capable of uprooting the average tree, the trainers are still able to keep them from running amok by using the exact same peg and chain from when they were babies. Reason being, they learned to acknowledge the purpose of the restraint rather than its power, and as a result, they simply acquiesced their own desires and activities in favor of the trainers' desires and activities once their ankle was cuffed."
Sasuke looked at the smaller man with slight bemusement. "So, you're saying… that you came up with a technique to make him stop whatever nonsense he's up to and get in line with whatever you tell him to do instead?"
"Indeed," he nodded. "It's the equivalent of a scolding and a spanking with the purpose of fostering a guilty conscience for any misdeeds committed as well as acting as a warning to reconsider his actions or manner of expression."
"…And how exactly do you pull a thing like that off?"
"Like this." Iruka turned toward Naruto, drew his leg back, then delivered a swift kick to Naruto's calf.
Sasuke's eyebrows raised in comprehension. "So that's why you were doing that so much every time you told him off."
Iruka nodded in confirmation. "It's by far the most effective way to subdue any rude or inconsiderate behavior of his. But don't worry - you won't actually hurt him. Even though the approach when training the elephants was that the cuff would cut into their ankle if they pulled too hard, that was never necessary with Naruto. I started with a moderately light toe tap, then upgraded as he became more durable. At this point, you could probably hammer them at full bore and only have to worry about breaking the hammer. End result being, you don't have to actually hurt him to successfully punish him and help change his behavior - since that's largely an insurmountable task in the first place."
Sasuke snorted in agreement.
"Now, why don't you give it a try?"
Sasuke's eyes widened as he glanced at Naruto then back to Iruka, who was holding his arm outstretched toward Naruto's backside, hand reaching out as if he were a salesman presenting his latest product.
"Dad-"
"Quiet!" Iruka snapped at Naruto's whine. "Now, Sasuke: stand about two feet away from him. Approximately where you are now is a good kicking distance. Position isn't particularly important, as long as you're somewhere behind him. After all, you don't need precise aim - it's kind of hard to miss these things," Iruka motioned downward at the large muscles at the bottom of Naruto's legs. "Now all you need to do is draw your best leg back and deliver a swift straight-forward kick."
Sasuke awaited further instruction, but Iruka's expectant look told him it was time to give it a go.
"Oh!" Iruka added as a quick afterthought as Sasuke turned toward Naruto, "and be sure your toes are pointed upward. If they're curled inward, you might break them if you kick too hard."
Naruto's brief glance over the back of his shoulder gave Sasuke a short moment of hesitation, but Iruka's insistence overrode it, and he launched a swift swing of his right foot into the huge muscle at the bottom of Naruto's left leg, hitting it just below it's thickest point, right where it popped outward from the area above the ankle.
"That was hardly the best you could do," Iruka admonished. "I told you, you don't have to worry about hurting him. Just let loose and give it your best shot. Also, it helps if you have a reason - which I'm sure you certainly do."
And he certainly did. Now Sasuke turned toward Naruto and unleashed the hardest kick he'd ever given anybody. "That's for freaking me out behind the mall last night!" Sasuke hollered as he pulled back his slightly stinging foot. Kicking Naruto's calf felt like kicking a tire on the back of a truck. Still, the thud he drew out from it was just as deep and loud as any of Iruka's kicks, and this time the man looked satisfied with his delivery.
Although everything Iruka said had made sense to him, Sasuke was still surprised at the downcast look he could see on Naruto from behind. It really did work.
"So anybody who knows this can effectively shut him down?"
"Oh, no no!" Iruka clarified. "It's only for those close to him, whose opinion and regard he values. I've made it a very personal thing for him. It won't lock him up if a game gets rough or he gets into a fight. If anything, he'll get mad at anybody who isn't a family member or a significant other doing a thing like that. And if his response to you was any indicator, he already considers you a part of that close and personal group."
Sasuke was surprised with that result, but avoided responding to the comment in favor of another question. "So, why the calf?"
"Oh, I just needed a point that was easily accessible in case he reached the height that his rapid growth led me to believe that he might."
Sasuke could only nod at the man as he answered in his most obvious tone.
"Now, for core function number two," Iruka continued, "I needed something focused on obedience rather than discipline. Something I could use to lead him along when he didn't want to, or didn't 'feel like it.' Something that could curb any defiance on his behalf. The solution occurred to me when I observed a mother cat carrying her kittens around by the scruff of their neck. No matter what the kittens were doing, as soon as she bit down to lift them up, they immediately went still and waited for her to lead them along. This was exactly what I needed for Naruto, and it was a rather easy technique to adapt. There's nothing quite like the classic grab-their-ear-and-drag-them-along routine to handle unruly children," Iruka smiled, obviously content with his success at managing his colossal son.
Sasuke smirked, almost on the edge of laughing out loud as he remembered Naruto being dragged off last night, stumbling alongside the much smaller man like a little grade school child.
"So, all you have to do is this," Iruka instructed as he stepped past Sasuke to Naruto's left side.
"Daaaaad-"
"Quit your whining!" Iruka gave the blond another swift kick to the side of the calf before returning his attention to Sasuke. "Now, as I was saying: just reach up and grab him by either earlobe," he explained with a demonstration as he stretched his right arm upward and extended his fingers, standing slightly on the tips of his toes to close the distance. Naruto seemed to flinch back ever so faintly, but Iruka reached out even more hastily and gripped the blond's earlobe between his thumb and index finger. "Once you've got this, he should lean in to your grip." Sure enough, Naruto was leaning his head and shoulders slightly toward Iruka. "After that, just give it a pull and lead him wherever you want."
Sasuke watched, partly in amusement and partly in fascination, as the small man easily pulled the large teen one step forward and further into the living room.
"Now, your turn!"
Sasuke once again widened his eyes as he glanced toward Naruto and back to an expectant Iruka.
"Daaaaaaaaaaad!"
"I said quit your whining!" Iruka snapped at Naruto's interruption before motioning to Sasuke to switch places with him.
Sasuke sighed. He should have known after being asked to practice Iruka's first Naruto-management technique that he'd be asked to practice the second as well. Despite his interactions with Naruto so far, and the fact that Naruto acknowledged that he was majorly indebted to him, Sasuke didn't want to take advantage of the situation by providing an unnecessary nuisance right from the beginning. Naruto's puerile whine made it quite clear he wasn't happy with the current circumstances. Granted, he didn't sound annoyed as much as he sounded embarrassed, and Sasuke could almost imagine him griping in the same tone, 'it's not fair!'
No, these weren't the serious complaints of a genuinely offended young adult who would be going on the defensive; they were only the half-hearted protests of young adult being treated like a young child, and so Sasuke followed Iruka's instructions and switched places. He noticed Naruto send a meek pout his way, but quickly reached his right hand up and grabbed Naruto's ear before he could lean away.
"Good catch," Iruka complimented. "You may have noticed, he has a slight instinct to tense up and draw back when he expects a punishment, but just reach all the more intently and you'll have no trouble getting hold of him. Besides, you're tall enough that he won't be out of reach no matter how far away he leans."
Indeed, Sasuke was able to reach Naruto's ear without much of a stretch. Then again, Naruto had only about a foot over his height, while Iruka had to reach considerably farther just to grab the tip of the ear.
"So, all you have to do now is haul him along and he'll follow wherever you lead," Iruka said with a satisfied smile. "However," he was quick to warn, "you have to be a little careful pulling this one, because unlike the rest of Naruto's body, his ear isn't packed with muscles - even though you may think it is because of how little gets through its canal and into his head."
As much as Iruka's sarcasm amused Sasuke, the unusual situation kept him from displaying too humorous of a reaction.
"Now, why don't you take him for a test drive around the table there?"
Sasuke was quite aware that the question wasn't a question at all, so he shot a quick glance upward at a helpless-looking Naruto before stepping forward and giving his ear a tug. Sure enough, the blond began following his lead. He was surprised with how easy it was to lead the large teen along, and quickly picked up his pace, pulling him the short distance across the living room, then through the small gap between the couch and table. He looked back briefly to make sure he wasn't leading the blond into either piece of furniture, then pulled around the corner of the table to face Iruka.
"Well?" the man addressed Sasuke's uncertain expression. "Bring him back over here."
Sasuke gave the blond one last tug on the ear and deposited him in front of Iruka.
If only he'd known this tactic last night, he wouldn't have wasted all that time and effort on his futile attempts to physically overpower Naruto.
"Now, that should cover everything you need to know if you ever have any trouble with him misbehaving, stepping out of line, or otherwise doing anything you don't approve of," Iruka informed with a stern look. "Alternatively," his look lightened, "he also takes a slap on the butt as encouragement - though that's more due to his time on the football team than anything I've established."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the blond's large rear. He supposed he'd give that a try if the situation ever asked for it.
"Well, I'll be heading off to work now," Iruka said as he pulled a pad of paper from it and quickly scribbled on it before handing it to Sasuke. "Here's my number. I expect you to call me if there's even the slightest hint of misbehavior from Naruto. Clear?"
Sasuke nodded. Iruka shot a stern glance at Naruto, who also nodded.
"And Naruto," Iruka spoke in a voice that threatened hell to pay, "If I ever get a call…"
"You won't," Naruto replied with surprisingly stern conviction.
Iruka eyed him for a few more seconds. Satisfied, he moved between the teens and toward the entryway closets to put on a dark green vest with his name stitched on the left chest and his firm's name on the right. He quickly slipped into a pair of heavy-duty black leather mid cut shoes, and gave the boys one last look.
"I'll leave you two to your devices. Sasuke, feel free to stay as long as you like. You'll be our honored guest whenever you're present."
Sasuke nodded as Iruka turned and walked out the door. He was curious what kind of work the man did at these hours, but didn't feel it was his place to ask just yet. Instead, he walked over to the couch and sat down on the far side. He looked over at Naruto, the jabbed his finger toward the cushion next to him.
The giant teen followed his lead and sat down to his left, putting his feet up on the front edge of the table, knees angled upward. His shorts slid further up his legs as he sat, revealing more of the thick chiseled muscles of his thigh. Sasuke again got another pesky butterfly in his stomach as their close proximity once more emphasized the size difference between the two teens, but he quickly shoved it down and decided to find out more about the outlandish blond enigma that had inadvertently become the focus of his attention so recently.
"So what do you like to do besides masturbate in public?"
"Well, train and work out!" Naruto responded with elated enthusiasm.
Sasuke shot him a deadpan glance. "Besides the obvious?"
Naruto glanced over at the computer desk. "Well I try to play keyboard now and then," he said, pointing at the keyboard on the far side, "but I kinda suck, and my fingers are so big it's really hard to not press two or three keys at once. I wanted to play drums instead, because I'm better at pounding on stuff than being all delicate and all that, but we're not allowed to have those kinds of things in here."
So, the guy had a moderately artistic side.
Sasuke certainly didn't expect him to be remotely interested in or inclined toward anything resembling art.
Well, except maybe 'designing' his body.
"You ever play in a group?"
"Nah, not really," Naruto shook his head. "I mean, one of my friends, Kiba, has got a little setup in his garage. He plays guitar and we screw around sometimes, plus I used to get to try the drums, and it was cool, but we don't have an act. At least, not with me, cause I'm not that good and I spend most of my time training anyway."
"So what do mean, 'used to'?"
"Used to what?" Naruto looked at Sasuke in confusion.
"Get to play the drums."
"Oh," Naruto's look immediately turned sheepish. "Well, I kinda kept breaking them, so…"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Why does that not surprise me?"
"Because you already know me so well!" Naruto said with a cheesy grin.
Sasuke rolled his eyes even further, leaning his head back this time. He wouldn't bother to ask Naruto why he had to ask him so many questions if he already knew him that well. Instead, he decided to pull his left arm back and punch Naruto in the shoulder.
"Ow," Naruto complained as the speedy fist drew a deep thud from the large round muscle.
"What do you mean, 'ow'?!" Sasuke looked at him incredulously. It was only last night that he had attacked Naruto in every way he could think of without even drawing a wince or a grunt from the giant athlete.
"You hurt my feelings," Naruto said with a downcast look that Sasuke couldn't even begin to take seriously. Instead, he punched him in the shoulder again before continuing his questioning.
"So what other friends do you have that I should know about in case we ever meet them?"
"Well, there's Kiba, he's big into football and wrestling and weightlifting, I workout with him a lot."
Sasuke knew of him from his repeated appearances in the high school athletics section of the newspaper, and he had seen him first-hand at the diner with Naruto. The guy was built like a machine, and if it weren't for Naruto, there was no doubt Kiba would have been Konoha High's top athletic sensation.
"Then Chōji, he's kind of a butterball, but super strong. I also work out with him a lot because he's one of the only people that can kinda keep up with me, at least as far as weight training goes. He's not really athletic, but he plays football with us, because sometimes you only need a huge guy to crush the other guys. Oh! But don't let him catch you calling him fat, he'll flatten you like a pancake, except not one that's good to eat."
Sasuke couldn't tell if Naruto's unnerved expression was legitimate or not, but if it was, he'd be certain to never make a remark about Chōji's weight if the chubby teen's brutal response left even Naruto scared.
"Then this guy Lee, he's a super awesome fighter, knows every kind of martial art in existence, and he's mega tough too! I train fight moves with him most weekends. Doesn't go to public school though. And also these two girls, Sakura and Ino. They used to fight a lot, and they still kinda do, but it's either as friends or in a spar. They're actually pretty good fighters, not like Lee with all the moves, but Ino's pretty agile, and holy hell Sakura packs the second hardest punches I've ever felt!"
Sasuke hadn't heard of any of these people, so he kept them in mind in case of a later encounter. All Naruto's friends seemed really dangerous in their own ways, even the girls.
"Oh, and there's also this little freshman kid, Konohamaru. He came to me and pretty much begged me to train him. He's really tiny. About the size of my leg, heh. He wanted to get stronger cause he was so small and kind of an easy target for jackasses to pick on, so I just had to help him."
So, the guy had a benevolent side as well.
Sasuke wasn't exactly outright surprised, knowing as little about Naruto as he did, but he wouldn't have expected it to be on the blond's list of qualities. It would have been far too easy for a guy as huge and strong as Naruto to be an unstoppable bully, pushing around anybody he wants to at will, having people bring him their lunches, do his homework, drive him wherever he wants to go, and otherwise be his personal human toys to use however he pleases.
Sasuke was actually impressed with Naruto for helping such smaller guys become strong rather than lording his powerful physique over them or crushing their necks with his bulging biceps and rippling forearms.
Speaking of which…
"And what's with all the huge muscles anyway?"
Naruto gave Sasuke a relaxed glance and shrugged. "They help me do good at the things I want to do. Coaches and other people can see I've got long-term dedication and take my training seriously and always put in one-hundred-ten percent effort. They keep my life disciplined and healthy. They're fun to build. They look good. They impress people. Sometimes inspire them. Hopefully attract the right ones." Naruto quickly grinned at Sasuke before continuing. "I just like to do the best I can at anything I want to do!"
Then, in an unexpected follow-up, he looked away at the table with a somber glance.
"Also… I used to get beat up a lot when I was small. Some people always have to be mean to somebody, especially kids who don't know better, and when one person decided I'd be a good target, they all jumped in after him. And it happened a lot of places I went too. And it really hurt a lot… and not just physically. I never wanted to be stranded and helpless again."
Now, this, Sasuke simply couldn't process. Naruto getting beat up? The notion just wasn't registering. He could imagine Naruto easily beating up a room full of his classmates in a twenty-on-one brawl. But the other way around?
Well… Naruto did say 'when he was small'… but that notion wasn't registering for Sasuke either.
Still, he had to say something before Naruto's honest confession turned into an awkward silence that would leave him not wanting to make another one.
"Oh," was all Sasuke could immediately say. "Well," he pushed himself to say something useful, "I'm glad you got past that."
Naruto gave Sasuke a genuine heartfelt smile. "Thanks."
"And I mean, freakin' past that! Jeez," Sasuke poked Naruto's arm along the deep groove between his biceps and triceps.
"Hehe," Naruto flexed his arm, making all the muscles from his hand to his shoulder pop and ripple as he brought his fist upward. "I told you these things were cool! Being big and strong rocks!"
"Yeah, about that," Sasuke began. "What made you so interested in me? I mean, really? I'm not being down on myself, but you're pretty much the ultimate male specimen that guys dream of being and girls dream of having. You could probably have anybody you wanted. So out of everybody, why me?"
Naruto took a deep breath and stared off in thought. "It's kinda hard to say, really. I mean, when you're attracted to somebody, you just somehow know it. They catch you by surprise, make you take a second look, maybe even make you forget to take a breath." Naruto took a thorough look at Sasuke. "I guess it's a good combination of a lot of things. I love the jet black hair, the way you style it. The soft white skin, it's totally flawless. The way you carry yourself, the way you focus so intensely. The way you look when do all that stuff you do. You're just beautiful in a way I've never seen. And like I said before, you're totally fit, and I can appreciate that kind of thing on plenty of levels, not just my own."
Sasuke was taken aback by the string of compliments, but still found himself confounded by Naruto's praise of his physique. "But don't you want another super-teen?"
"No," Naruto's quick answer showed he had already considered this and came to a clear conclusion. "I don't expect anybody else to be like me. I mean, there'd only be like, what, three or four people in this country that would meet that standard? I'm just guessing, because I haven't seen any yet. Besides, being me just kinda becomes a regular routine after a while. I'm not gonna say it's boring, but it's just my everyday normal. I don't want another me, I want something different. Everybody's gotta have their own role, their own thing, you know? I don't wanna compete with people for my own special spot, I just wanna be me and let other people be them."
Sasuke stared for a moment before accepting the answer. "That makes sense, I suppose. Still, it's obvious you're totally into that huge muscle thing, so don't you kind of expect that in somebody else you'd be interested in?"
"Nah," Naruto shook his head. "Like I said, I know everybody has different goals. I don't need them to be like me. Most of them can't anyway. I'm built the way I am, this is how I max out my potential. Other people are built differently, and they reach their potential differently. What gets my attention is the fact that they're working hard to reach their potential in the first place."
"So what about that Kiba guy then?"
"He's a cool guy with an awesome body, but that's it. He doesn't have the looks, the style, the feel, the attitude, the voice, or the personality that do it for me. He's a rough and rugged alpha boy. That works for a lot of people, but not me. I guess it's the cute guys with slick black hair, smooth white skin, lean fit physiques and intense focused attitudes that do it for me - but I never really knew that until I saw you."
Sasuke felt too flattered to roll his eyes at Naruto's stupid grin, but all Naruto's talk of guys brought up another question. "Aren't you interested in girls at all?"
"Girls are awesome! They've got such sleek bodies and great curves. I love how they have a totally different shape than guys, at least when they're in shape. But they can pull off being out of shape and still looking good way better than guys can. And they can pee without getting it all over the toilet too!" Naruto made a goofy smile at his bizarre but accurate observation before looking downward and pointing at his crotch. "But, this dude here has only ever responded to other guys. So, he kinda has the final say in what's really going to work, at least as far as those kinds of close and personal relationships go."
"Speaking of which," Sasuke interrupted with a hard gaze, "what the hell is up with that ridiculous monstrosity??"
Naruto gave Sasuke a puzzled look. "What about it?"
Sasuke threw his arms open, palms facing upward in a 'what do you think??' gesture.
"Well, I don't know," Naruto said in a lackadaisical manner. "It's not like a muscle I build. It just kinda grows on its own. I have no say in the matter. It's like how tall I grow. I don't do anything special to make it happen. It just happens, and that's it."
Such a casual response for such an immense organ. "OK, but… like, how do you even use it in that kind of relationship?"
"Oh, you have to get kind of creative sometimes," Naruto said. "You kinda split it in sections for different people to do different things with. I know it may sound weird to a normal guy, but this of it this way," he leaned in toward Sasuke with a grin. "How'd you like to have sex, have somebody wank you off, and masturbate all at the same time?"
Sasuke stared in stunned contemplation. "That…" Even the thought of so much pleasure left him without words. He soon shook his head and regained his voice. "And you've done this??"
"Well, no," Naruto replied with a disappointed look. "But, it's a possibility!"
"So have you ever done anything with anybody?"
"Well… no," Naruto replied with an even more disappointed look.
"Seriously?" Sasuke gave Naruto a skeptical glare. "You've never had any kind of sexual relationship with anybody? You, a guy who probably has people crawling over each other for a shot at getting in bed with you?"
"No, I really haven't," he said sincerely. "I mean, I do get people like that, but I've never taken up any offers, and after you turn enough people down, they mostly get the hint. There was just never anybody I was totally interested in until I saw you."
"And then you immediately whip it out and start masturbating whenever we cross paths."
"Hey, I told you what I was doing! I'm sorry it came across so wrong."
"I know, you made that quite clear. I get it, and I can at least partially appreciate the thought. But I still have one question. Now I know you admitted your fault… and apology accepted… but what ever possessed you to make me grab your dick and try to wank it off last night?"
"Because, you did it first!" Naruto accused.
"What do you even mean?"
"You were the first one to grab my dick. You can't blame me for your sudden turnaround."
Sasuke looked at Naruto, thoroughly puzzled - but then it clicked. That night in the park, he had indeed been the one to grab Naruto's dick, point it upward, twist it around, slam it into his chest and shove it into his shorts without the slightest indication he was even going to make a move. But he really hadn't been thinking of it like that - he was focused entirely on turning Naruto's semen-soaking job back on him. He had only considered the act of revenge, not the literal actions he was taking to accomplish that act. He really did have no ground to guilt Naruto for assuming he was OK with touching his erection.
"OK, you're right," Sasuke grunted. "I guess I fucked up a bit too."
"No, it's OK," Naruto admitted. "Like I said, I got what I had coming. Last night was a total mistake."
Sasuke watched Naruto's face, wondering what could make it go from embarrassment to such a lopsided grin.
"But… you were kinda cute when you were trying to beat me up…"
Sasuke's eyes went wide at Naruto's admission. "Is that seriously what you were thinking the whole time??"
"Well, no," Naruto said. "I was just mad about the park thing and wanted to turn your little prank back on you. But that was before I realized what a stupid idiot I was being. It was when I was back here that I realized it."
Sasuke let out an exasperated breath. "You sure have some crazy ideas for what qualifies as cute."
"What's wrong with 'pretty much anything you do' as a definition for cute?"
Sasuke was trying to come up with a reply that wasn't or rude, when he heard a bunch of light ruckus coming from the bedroom. It almost sounded like there was something scratching at the door. He shot Naruto a quizzical look. "What's that?"
"Oooh!" Naruto exclaimed and jumped up off the couch. "I have a special friend I want you to meet!!"
He quickly ran over to the bedroom and door and cracked it open. A high-pitched yipping soon greeted the blond. He bent down, reached out and rose back up as if he had just scooped something up. A second later, he spun around excitedly and jogged back to the couch, a very small and furry critter wrapped in his large arms.
As he jumped back on to the seat next to Sasuke, the little creature hopped out of Naruto's arms and pranced over to sniff at the new guest. If the tiny body, short tan fur, and bushy tail weren't enough to identify it as a fennec fox, the giant pointy ears certainly were.
So, the guy was an animal lover as well.
Sasuke couldn't say it was unexpected, but as with many of Naruto's traits, he couldn't say there were typical for somebody like him.
"I think he likes you," Naruto grinned. Sasuke had apparently passed the fox's inspection, and it had now jumped into his lap and stood up, placing its paws on Sasuke's stomach and poking its nose into his chin.
"Um," Sasuke mumbled in confusion. "So, what am I supposed to do with this?"
"Haven't you had a pet before?!" Naruto blurted in surprise. "Just pet it and scratch its ears."
Sasuke reached out hesitantly and placed his hand on the fox's back. It dropped down and sat on his lap. He began to stroke the soft fur, watching as the fox's eyes closed in contentment. "Actually, I haven't had a pet before. Despite how well loaded he is, my dad's never liked to spend money on anything he deemed an unnecessary expense."
Naruto gave Sasuke a downcast look. "That's so sad."
Sasuke shrugged as he scratched the fox's huge ears. "We probably wouldn't have been able to take proper care of it anyway. Especially not one like this," Sasuke nodded toward the creature whimpering happily in his lap. "And how did you end up with a thing like this anyway?"
"Well, we found him at-"
"No, I don't mean how did you purchase it," Sasuke interrupted. "I mean, a guy like you, being all into your huge muscles and super strength - I just figured you'd be the Doberman Pinscher or Pit Bull type or something. Is this thing even as big as your calf?"
"Does it have to be?"
Sasuke shook his head. "No, but… let's just say, it's an odd contrast."
"Doesn't mean it isn't a loving contrast," Naruto retorted as the fox jumped off Sasuke's lap and walked back over to him. He held his hand out flat, and the fox jumped into it, spun around once, laid down and wrapped its tail along its side, head resting at the tips of Naruto's fingers. "See?"
Naruto held out his hand with the resting fox atop. Sasuke couldn't help but crack an uncharacteristically charmed grin. The tiny fragile creature lying happily in Naruto's large strong hand was all kinds of impossibly cute.
"Now you're just cheating," he griped, but the grin never left his face.
"Oh?" Naruto asked with a knowing grin. "How am I possibly cheating?"
"Using cute animals to distract me from being annoyed or otherwise irate with you."
"Aww, you do love my little buddy," Naruto goaded. "Well hey, you wanna share a pet?"
"What, you mean take him with me?"
"No, I mean, when you're here, he can be yours too!"
Sasuke looked tenderly pleased with the idea. "I think I'd like that."
"Alright, behold your new semi-pet, Foxy-chan!" Naruto held the dozing fox up to Sasuke's face again before setting it beside him. "Well hey, so tell me some stuff about you."
"What, you haven't figured it all out already?"
"No," Naruto said with a mildly miffed look. "I only figured out some of the places you go, not really anything else. It's not like I was that into digging into your personal life. I mean, I kinda wanted to, but I have some respect for personal privacy and letting people not share stuff they don't want to share."
Sasuke shrugged. "Alright… anything in particular?"
"Dunno," Naruto returned the shrug. "Where you're from, what you like, what you wanna do when you're older? Hobbies or activities? School life? Family maybe? Whatever you feel safe saying."
"I've always lived around where I do now. Only ever left the district for vacations. I like reading, walking, doing some training… though nothing like you. Play some games occasionally. School's fine. Do some work for environmental club, compete on chess and science teams, tried robotics this year. Figure I'll probably go to med school after this."
Naruto gave Sasuke an expectant look, but huffed when it was clear he wouldn't be getting any more out of him. "That was really… brief."
"Hn."
Naruto frowned at Sasuke and gave him a light fist to the shoulder.
"What, did I not answer your questions?"
"Well, yeah, but…"
"I didn't say you couldn't ask any more."
Naruto saw the slightest twitch at the corner of Sasuke's lip and knew he was being intentionally vexed. "Hmph," he grunted, though partially in amusement. "Alright, what kinda training do you do?"
Sasuke rolled his head back. "I should have known that would be the first thing you'd ask."
"Yes, you should have!" Naruto's persistent grin had returned.
"I was in scouts. I always liked the wilderness activities. Exploration, survival training… all of that. Early on, I realized that the better shape you were in, the easier and more fun it became. So I went about doing what I could to get stronger and more agile. I did a lot of different types of training, from running to calisthenics to weights to gymnastics and free running. Got some self defense in there too. I was never on a team and I only got introductory help from school coaches or friends - and usually ones from schools I didn't even go to - but I learned everything they could teach me and made it work for me."
"Hey, that's really awesome! You really do a lot, huh? So hey, hey… why don't you play on any school teams?"
"Are you kidding? My school's a specialty school for advanced academics. It's meant to help people eliminate nearly three semesters of college credits before transferring if they take full advantage of it. It doesn't even have two hundred and fifty people in it. My grade has about seventy. Our 'band' is only fourteen members, and we only have a band because there weren't enough people to even fake a mini-orchestra. The notion of a place like this having any kind of athletic team is a joke."
"Couldn't you start one?"
"One what? It's not for lack of interest, it's for lack of athletes. I'd be the top one, and there's maybe four others who could do average at some sports. Well, there's one freshman kid who's some kind of bodybuilder, but otherwise he's not actually athletic. Nothing like you probably were at that age. And I don't know what kind of team we could fake with five, maybe six people. Plus, even if they were good at sports, it would end up being all different ones anyway."
"Hmm…" Naruto scratched his chin. "Well, you could come up with a really tiny cross-country team! That season's still coming up. Wrestling goes by weight class, you could just compete in the available classes that match your guys. And of course, basketball-"
"I know about minimum player requirements, Naruto," Sasuke cut in. "The point is, one single injury and it can put us out of competition for long enough that our season is cancelled. And it's an especially valid point if we go against guys like you and your buddies Kiba, Chōji, and the rest of them."
"Hey now, it's not like we ever set out to cause injuries!" Naruto contended. "Even Kiba's a good sport. He never intentionally injures people. We just go out and give the best we can! It's the only way to truly respect an opponent."
"So what's the total injury count between you two for your high school careers?"
"Well…" Naruto glanced toward his feet. "OK, but the point is, nobody tries to. Accidents happen sometimes though."
"And that's exactly the point," Sasuke concluded. "Look, I'm not trying to shoot down your ideas. If we had some kind of sufficient athletic program, I'd be in it. It's not like chess or math are my favorite activities, but all students need at least two extracurricular activities, if not three or four, for our transfer applications to be sufficiently competitive. I'd trade any of those for a good sports team, but long-term career has to take priority, and an academic school like this just isn't geared toward athletics."
"OK, OK. It's cool," Naruto conceded. "So, hey, about careers… what was it you said about med school?"
"Oh, that. Yeah, I'm considering becoming a cardiologist or a surgeon."
Naruto spun his head toward Sasuke, eyes wide. "Really??"
"Hn."
"Why?"
"Dunno," Sasuke shrugged. "Just like to help people."
Naruto's gawk slowly turned to a beaming smile as he took in what Sasuke said. "That's so awesome," he said in a subdued tone of amazement.
Sasuke gave Naruto a quizzical glance. "Why? You're suddenly so impressed."
"Because!" Naruto nearly shouted. "There's not a lot of people who just decide they want to help people, you know? And when they do, it's almost never to that kind of extent. And you gotta work so hard for it, and deal with how bad people can lash back if you ever do a single thing wrong! It's such a huge responsibility to take. That's… really amazing," Naruto gave Sasuke such a genuine smile that Sasuke couldn't help but be captivated by the blond's reverent gaze. "I'm so glad you decided to give me a chance. You're an even more awesome person than I ever imagined."
Sasuke wasn't quite sure what to say in response to such lofty praise. He hadn't expected to be getting so many compliments from Naruto in so many different regards. "Thanks," he finally admitted. "I'm glad somebody appreciates it."
Naruto looked noticeably confounded. "Who wouldn't??"
"Oddly enough, the people who should probably appreciate it the most."
Naruto's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before realizing what he meant. "Hey, hey… you never did say anything about your family. Is that who?"
"Yeah," Sasuke shrugged. "I mean, they're not disappointed or anything. It's just that policing has been a long-standing tradition in our family. In my immediate family, it's just my parents and my older brother, Itachi. But we have a lot of extended family. Aunts, uncles, cousins and the like. And everybody's been involved in policing in some way, either as an active officer, private investigator, or even secretary for the department. My brother's aiming to be a detective. I'm the only one in the family who hasn't been remotely interested in law in three or four generations. So, no, nobody's disappointed or critical toward me. But they're not overly appreciative. I mean, a lot of people congratulate me and wish me well. It's just that they clearly favor my brother over me. My dad most of all."
Naruto unconsciously made a fist and pounded it against his palm. "They sound like jerks!"
"Not really," Sasuke countered. "Well, not all of them. My dad's got it fairly bad though. He's rather stubborn about tradition, and having it be correctly honored. He didn't like the way the department out here was running, so he was aiming to become the chief of the police and 'correct' the direction the department was heading. And he was one step away from becoming the chief, but the current chief, who was supposed to have retired, ended up keeping his position simply because of disagreements with the way my dad wanted to run things. My dad tried everything to get the current chief booted from his office, and when he couldn't do it, he got nearly everybody in the family to pack up and move across the country to a different department. That was right before I started high school, and since I had just established a good agreement with the one I'm at now, he arranged the small apartment for me to stay in while I finished school. That's why I've been living alone for nearly four years."
"Don't they even come visit??"
"Yeah, my mom does. My brother does too. He's totally cool with what I'm doing. We've always been best friends. But the distance makes it hard to stay in touch. They're all a few hours away, and with how busy he is with his studies, I only see him a few times during the semester. My mom's in a similar situation. Like I said, tradition's a big thing in the family, and part of it is women playing supporting roles in family rather than being self-sufficient, so she doesn't always have the means to travel out my way if she's needed elsewhere around the house… which is quite often."
Naruto clasped his hands together. "Man, for all your dad talks about taking over and changing the way the department runs, I ought to take over and change the way his family runs. See how he likes that!"
"If it were just a raw brawl, I'm sure you could."
Naruto raised an eyebrow at Sasuke's casual response. "You don't sound all that opposed to the idea."
"I'm not," Sasuke agreed. "And not only that, but if you could change the way he manages money too, that would be great."
"Why's that?"
"He's loaded, but he's an absolute stickler. He's got millions, but he only ever spares as little as he possibly can to anybody, and only for what he deems absolutely necessary. That's why I hardly ever have spare money after food and bills, reside in the smallest place that could adequately hold everything I need to live and work, and drive one of the most decrepit and malfunctional beaters in the town."
"Hey, wait," Naruto jumped in, "you got car problems?"
"Endless. The thing leaks through the doors, the passenger side door doesn't open from the outside, neither of the seats adjust, the engine is garbage, when it does start it regularly dies, the breaks squeal, and if you take it above forty it just shuts off. I had to take all side streets to get here because I don't dare take it on main roads, and especially not the highway. In fact, I'm surprised it only died three times trying to get here."
"And your dad won't help with any of this??"
"I told you, he only pays for what he deems absolutely necessary. He says everything I need should be within walking or biking distance, and that as long as I can restart the car after it dies, I don't need any repair jobs."
"He's an idiot," Naruto declared. "First thing tomorrow, I'm hooking you up with Kiba."
"What does he have to do with anything?"
"He's good with this stuff. He'll get you fixed up and running, no problem. Cars are a 'guy thing' after all, so he just has to be a master with them. At least something productive comes from him being such a tool."
Sasuke snorted at Naruto's jab toward his brawny friend. "So how much does he cost?"
"For you? He's free."
A cautious look spread over Sasuke's face. "Really?"
"Hnnnn," Naruto leaned in toward Sasuke, mimicking his vague acknowledgements with a knowing smile. "Trust me. He's free."
"And would this have anything to do with some influence on your behalf?"
"It may," Naruto admitted. "Or it may not," he added. "Whatever the case, you get a functional car out of it. So what do you say?"
"Certainly not 'no.'"
"Good answer," Naruto winked.
A distant crash of thunder alerted the boys to the change of weather. Neither had noticed when the slight drizzle began, but the soft patter of the rain added a serene touch to the atmosphere of the night.
"Still though," Naruto broke the silence. "It's kinda lucky that you got somebody providing for you."
Sasuke considered the sentiment. He supposed he should take it from somebody who had apparently lived without it for a while. "It's certainly better than nothing," he admitted.
Both boys stared across the room, each one content with how well the night had been turning out.
"So am I OK?" Naruto asked.
"I don't know. Are you?"
"I mean, are we OK?" Naruto clarified. "Do you think I'm worth putting up with now?"
"Surprisingly, yes," Sasuke answered.
"Am I less impressive or more boring now that you're talking with me like normal?"
"Well, it's true you don't have that all-powerful unstoppable god-on-earth aura anymore. I'm starting to think of you more and more as another everyday teen… more of a relational equivalent… more of a peer," Sasuke answered carefully, aware that Naruto was hoping he wouldn't merely consider him 'average' after the night's events. "But you've still got that monster body. You'll never be unimpressive, and with your incredulous way of handling things, I'm sure you'll never be boring either."
Naruto grinned at Sasuke's answer.
"Although," he quickly added, "it was ridiculously hilarious to see you getting dragged around like an elementary school kid by a guy half your size last night."
"Bah," Naruto huffed and turned his face away from Sasuke, crossing his arms as he did so. "There's only one man that can ever possibly do a thing like that."
"Two now," Sasuke corrected.
"Oh hey, that reminds me," Naruto cut in. "When we were driving home last night, we totally forget I left you tied up. But when dad checked back, he said you were gone. Did somebody else let you loose before we came back?"
Sasuke shook his head. "Rope untying skill. Learned it during scout survival training. It's the basic of basics. It's just that your freak appearance and consequent apprehending made most of the rational side of my brain shut down until you had long since left."
"Ah…" Naruto looked embarrassed again. "I guess I have that effect sometimes, don't I?"
"Sometimes?" Sasuke gave Naruto an inquisitive stare. "When have you not had that effect?"
Naruto scratched at the back of his head. "That's a good question."
"At the least, imagine if I had been the one to jump you, carry you along and tie you up?"
"But you can't carry me along in the first place, and tying me up to one of those benches wouldn't do anything anyway," Naruto asserted.
"Is that so?" Sasuke asked, ignoring Naruto's skeptical stare. "Well, for what it's worth, I can't say I was disappointed with the result of that night. Not just you getting the best tongue-lashing I've ever heard, or getting manhandled in the most ludicrous way I've ever seen… but, the way tonight's been so far as well."
Naruto grinned at Sasuke's comment.
"Although," he quickly added, "I can't wait to hear how your clean-up duties go. Maybe I'll even stop by the diner on one of the nights you're there."
"Bah," Naruto huffed once more.
Sasuke smirked. "I think I'm going be continually amused at how your dad keeps you in line. He's certainly creative, I'll give him that. Unrelenting too. Sure knows how to keep a guy like you under his thumb."
"Hey now," Naruto quibbled. "Iruka's harsh on the discipline, but he's not a hypocrite either. After all, I know a few of the hijinx he pulled when he was in high school," he finished with smirk and wiggling eyebrows.
The blond's playful expression made Sasuke pause and think about all the character Naruto had shown tonight. All the personality he had displayed. The wide range of emotion and expression, the attitudes from embarrassment to excitement to sheepishness to confidence… and the way he could actually communicate like a normal human being.
"You know," Sasuke remarked, "you're so much more interesting when you're not acting all aloof and impassive."
"What do you mean?" Naruto asked, caught off guard by Sasuke's random admission.
"I mean that your dad has a point," Sasuke clarified. "There's more to a relationship than just the physical. Don't get me wrong, your body's absolutely astounding. But I hardly found out anything about what you're really like until this last hour. You've been so much more engaging while just sitting and talking than you were while you were zoned out and mindlessly masturbating. Your physical… assets… are a huge draw, for sure. But now I know who the body's attached to, and that's what makes it the most attractive."
"Hmmm," Naruto leaned his back in contemplation. "You know, I was going to get around to the talking part eventually. I just wanted to be sure I had your attention totally captured first."
"Naruto," Sasuke sighed, "you could do that simply by walking into the room."
"Maybe. That could be a good start. But I figured I could do it better once you knew everything I had to offer. Plus, if we did end up hooking up, then sharing our bodies, at least somewhat, would be a part of it."
"But I didn't know who I would be sharing it with. That's the whole point," Sasuke said. "But now I know. And that's what makes it acceptable in the end."
"Well then," Naruto said with a satisfied smile. "Mine's open to you."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
Naruto shrugged. "However you feel like it. I don't get the impression that you're some kind of sex fiend. You're probably more the cautious explorer type. So, feel free to explore."
Sasuke stared at Naruto's enticing expression for a moment, as if to make sure he wasn't being teased. The blond was still seated to his left, hands folded in his lap, feet up on the front edge of the table and knees angled upward.
After a moment, Sasuke drew his eyes down toward the thick chiseled arms by his side. His first up-close-and-personal with Naruto had left him figuring that the guy's biceps were bigger than his arms, and as he reached over and stretched his right arm alongside Naruto's, raising his hand to clasp the blond's muscle-capped shoulders, he found his initial assessment to be quite accurate.
The large round muscle was solid to the touch, and its ample warmth carried easily through the bright blue fabric of the shirt. Sasuke rolled his hand from side to side as if giving a massage, slowly taking in the whole shape of it, before sliding his hand downward along Naruto's burly biceps, fingering the deep groove between them and the shoulder along the way. He grasped on to the hefty muscle as if he were holding a bottle of water and slid his hand up and down, lifting the sleeve of the shirt up to the edge of the shoulder in the process. Soon he reached his left hand up to grasp on to the blond's bulging triceps and tried to wrap his hands around the powerful arm, but couldn't close his grip.
"Hn," he twitched his lips as he tightened his grip as hard as he could, fingers making slight indents on the sinewy material of Naruto's arm. "This stuff isn't quite as rock-hard as I remember."
Naruto quickly raised his fist and flexed his arm into a right angle. Sasuke almost lost his grip as the muscles popped outward and revealed a whole new set of ripples. "Try that," Naruto said with a grin.
Sasuke let his hands roam around the arm for another minute before nodding in approval. "That's more like it."
Apparently satisfied, he glanced down toward Naruto's legs. He placed his hands on the long muscle sweeping the front of the limb, then slipped his fingers under the tip of Naruto's shorts to pull them up further. The entire thigh revealed, he rubbed his hands along the curved surface, taking in the contours and the shapes. As he slid his hand up the inside of the thigh, he stopped before reaching the crotch area.
"What's the matter?" Naruto asked once he realized Sasuke had frozen.
"Um, well… this is hitting pretty close to home," Sasuke admitted. "I mean, I remember when you were on the bus and those people in the back were watching you go at it. Then that one guy sat next to you and moved to touch your boner, and you immediately snapped out of it and grabbed his wrist… and gave him the most chilling death glare I've ever seen. Honestly, I was surprised you didn't completely crush his bones to dust, or even rip his hand off. So… it seems to me you're rather sensitive about being handled like that."
"Oh, no no no!" Naruto exclaimed. "No, that's not it at all! Believe it or not, I'm not some loose slutty guy who tries to get it on with anybody I can! See, I'm not just a master of discipline when it comes to training - I also control my personal life, because I think that if a relation's going to be special, then it should be unique, only shared between two people, not anybody else. There's nothing special about something that's been passed around between a bunch of different people, you know? So when I finally decided who I would share my body with, I decided it was only you. Those shows I did were only for you. I didn't care what anybody else thought. So when that guy came over and made a move at me, I got mad because he was going to take something I only meant for you. This is yours to touch and play with however you like. It's exclusive to you. Nobody else gets to share it. Not without your permission, at least. And since you didn't give him your permission, I shut him down immediately. And I'll do it to anybody else who makes a move on me that you don't like."
Sasuke found himself taken aback by the consideration that the guy had apparently possessed all along - but of course, he opted to not let it get the better of him and quickly schooled his features into his usual calm and collected persona, lest he lead the blond to believe he could truly be charmed in a single night.
"You know, Naruto," Sasuke remarked, "if you keep saying things that are actually thoughtful and make sense, I may have to start counting them on my second hand before the night's over."
"Speaking of which, were you going to be leaving any time soon? Cause remember, dad said you could stay as long as you want."
"Well I'm certainly not driving that thing home at this hour, not to mention in this weather," Sasuke nodded toward the window that was now beginning to get pelted with rain drops blown askew in the increasingly brisk winds. "Either you take me home and bring me back next morning, or I stay the night."
Naruto grinned an all-too-giddy grin. "I'm good with number two."
Sasuke punched Naruto in the shoulder. "Don't forget, you're on probation. You can share your body as much as you want. But mine's not yours for the taking. Not just yet."
"We can work on that," Naruto wiggled his brows.
Sasuke punched Naruto in the shoulder again. Perhaps he would make this his own Naruto-management technique, similar to Iruka's kicks to the calf, but as a reprimand for making stupidly suggestive comments instead.
"I know, I know," Naruto sighed and stared down the hallway. "Well, actually, I was going to go wash up before going to bed." He began looking around the room. "Um, I guess you can play a game, or watch TV… or maybe play with the keyboard if you're any good," he motioned toward his left as he stood up from the couch. "Just don't mess around with the computer, dad's got all that kind of important stuff on there and he'll kill you if anything gets messed up. Or, more like, he'll kill me for letting you touch it, then apologize to you for having had to watch me get killed."
Sasuke smirked at Naruto's disheartened admission.
"Anyway, gonna go," he said as he turned and walked toward the hallway, "be done in a few minutes!"
Sasuke had only watched Naruto's retreating form for a few seconds when a sudden impulse jumped through his mind.
Although he certainly had no self-confidence or body image problems, he would most definitely hesitate to show off in any way next to Naruto. That guy had the strength and physique area conquered, bar none.
And yet, Naruto had given him nothing but praise and adoration for his own physique, as well as assuaged any concerns he had regarding their obvious differences when Sasuke had brought up his skepticism toward Naruto's affections.
And so, he decided he would trust Naruto when he said that he didn't want another guy like himself, but rather, another person being themselves; when he said that he respected the individual effort more than the measurable results; and when he said he had never had the hots for somebody so badly as when he finally saw him.
"What, you're not going to let me come with?"
The way Naruto's neck practically snapped backward gave fair indication that he was just as surprised by what came out of Sasuke's mouth as Sasuke was. Maybe the blond's impulsive behavior was beginning to rub off on him. Maybe it had simply awakened an impetuous drive he'd long since buried in favor of the stoic attitude his family so prized. But, just like when he willed himself to drive out here, willed himself to knock on the apartment door, and willed himself to accept Naruto's friendship offer, all in spite of his seemingly valid hesitations, he now willed himself to initiate the physical aspect of the relationship, at least to his own degree, in spite of his concerns regarding how he'd stack up to the blond. He'd gotten over three major sources of potential anxiety today - he may as well get over the fourth.
"S-Sasuke?"
"You really don't have much get through your ear canals and into your head, do you?" He asked as he got up and walked over to Naruto. "Maybe your dad was right. Maybe these things really are overstuffed with too many muscles?" Sasuke reached up and flicked Naruto's ear. "You heard me."
Naruto's shock wore off as he stared down at Sasuke's grin. He knew he'd seen that grin somewhere before, but this sudden unexpected development kept him from precisely placing it. Instead, he returned with a grin of his own. "Loud and clear!"
"Well then," Sasuke said as he grabbed the waist of his shirt and peeled it upward, "what are you standing around wearing clothes for?" With a quick tug, he pulled the shirt over his chin and tossed it on the hallway floor.
Naruto stared at Sasuke's bare torso with a lively gleam of exhilaration, looking like a small child taking his first trip to a candy shop. "Aaaaaah!" he exclaimed, leaning down to ogle the flawless porcelain white skin… and the sleek physique beneath. His new friend was definitely thicker and more cut than he had expected. Sure, he had anticipated a solid and chiseled body, but the density of the muscles and the depth of the grooves carved between each and every one was more than only the bare forearms and calves had ever hinted at. Naruto looked on with wide-eyed wonderment and ran a lengthy finger down the groove between the pecs and across the bottom toward the side. "Look at your cute little muscles!"
Sasuke watched in odd amusement as Naruto continued to run his finger along the deep lines between his abs. "You realize that, in the world of normal people, this is considered very fit?"
"Aaah, but we're not in that world now, are we?" Naruto leaned back up and wagged his finger in Sasuke's face. A moment later, he peeled his own shirt over his head and tossed it on top of Sasuke's, revealing his own enormous physique.
"Hn," Sasuke grunted as Naruto grinned and put his hands on his hips. "Were we washing or posing?"
"Your call." Naruto said. "And what says we can't do both?"
"I say," Sasuke replied with finality. "Now get moving."
"Alright, alright!" Naruto dropped his pose and opened the door to his room, grabbing the shirts from the hallway floor and stepping inside. "Here. Dad'll throw a fit if we leave a mess laying around."
"You mean if you leave a mess laying around," Sasuke said as he followed Naruto into his room.
Naruto leaned his head back and stuck his tongue out, then threw the shirts into a closet on his left. Sasuke's eyes traced his motion as he took in the new room.
He wasn't surprised to see that the centerpiece of the layout was a large blue floor mat that Naruto no doubt used for some kind of calisthenics training. A long closet full of outfits, bed sheets, sports equipment, and now discarded shirts spanned the wall to the left, running parallel with the hallway. Sasuke browsed through the mess on the closet floor and spotted some golden glimmers from behind a rumpled up blanket strewn across the far corner. "What's under that?"
"Hm?" Naruto looked at the corner where Sasuke was pointing. "Oh, that's a bunch of trophies and awards from sports and stuff." He reached down and pulled the blanket out from the closet, tossing it on the floor mat to reveal an accumulation of assorted small golden-colored statues, cups, plaques, and medals piled haphazardly about the floor.
"Jeez," Sasuke couldn't help but gawk. "You've got like a hundred of them!"
"Mm-hmm," Naruto nodded.
"And you just throw them in the closet and toss dirty bedding on them?!"
Naruto shrugged. "Well, I used to keep them out when I was younger. But we didn't really have a huge load of room for a big display, so when I kept getting more, I only switched out the most recent ones and stuck the rest in a closet or drawer. Then after a few years I didn't bother any more. Once you get to like forty or fifty, it just stops being special, you know? Plus, I don't do what I do to hoard trophies, I do it to make friends and have fun and make myself better. I mean, I appreciate them and all, but if I got a choice between an award or an after-season party with the rest of the team, I'd be at the party, no question!"
So, the guy had a level head about his excessive athletic accomplishments.
Sasuke found it a welcome change from the overblown egos of student athletes who could barely begin to scrape at Naruto's levels of success.
"Besides, if it's proof of effort anybody wants, my body's my best trophy ever!" Naruto balled his fist and thumped his chest.
Well, at least what ego he did have wasn't misplaced.
Sasuke bit back a sigh as Naruto crashed and burned his almost-humble moment, turning away to continue scoping out the rest of the new room. The wall next to the closet had a small desk with a medley of textbooks and notepads piled on top. It was some kind of cheap do-it-yourself assembly job, no doubt from a small office-shop store brand line-up, and he could imagine the entire thing collapsing if Naruto so much and leaned on it.
On the far wall, opposite the entrance, was a setup that reminded Sasuke of his own room. Two wooden dressers with top hatches faced forward, pressed side-by-side against the wall to the right, with a bed wedged behind them and against the rear wall. Only the foot of the bed was accessible from behind the left-most dresser, though unlike Sasuke's smaller single bed, Naruto's larger double bed felt more like a proper sleeping area than merely a cushioned closet.
However, what caught Sasuke's eye was the divider between the dressers and the bed. An aluminum curtain-tracking bar was attached to the ceiling, spanning the length of the bed from the head to the foot. A thick transparent vinyl sheet hung from the bar much like a curtain in a hospital bedroom, slipping down into the gap between the dresser and the mattress.
Stepping around the dresser for a closer look, Sasuke saw a similar vinyl sheet hanging from what was once a curtain rod on the rear wall. It covered a moderately sized window that ran from the foot of the bed to about two-thirds of the way toward the head. Without the original curtain in place, only a lone venetian blind controlled the view out and the light in.
Now at the foot of the bed, Sasuke noticed that the vinyl sheet hanging between the dressers and the bed didn't actually stop at the floor, but rather wrapped around the corner and across the floor beneath the bed, the four wheeled legs of the steel bed frame resting atop the sheet, before it finally rose up in a cusp against the baseboard of the wall beneath the window. The sheet hanging from the window also descended slightly past floor level, resting atop the larger sheet wrapped under from the tracking bar. Finally, Sasuke saw that, beneath the bedding that only covered the top mattress, a large vinyl wrap further covered the entire bed down to the bottom of the frame, fitting the bed like a giant mattress-sized shower cap, insulating everything but the very bottom.
"Care to explain this?" Sasuke asked with cautious intrigue.
"Ah…" Naruto followed Sasuke's gaze toward his bed. "That…"
The blond quickly dropped his masculine bravado for meek timidity, not wasting any time reaching his arm above his head and nervously scratching at the back of his neck.
"Yeah, see…"
Sasuke watched the giant teen scratch a bit more, then slowly pull his arm back down and start pressing his fingers together in a shy gesture that completely contrasted with his imposing form.
"Well… so… occasionally, I still have wet dreams… and…"
This time Sasuke didn't even try to hold back his sigh. "Never mind. Just save it. Let's get going already."
Stepping toward the closet, he unbuttoned the waistband of his shorts, slipped his thumbs beneath it, and pulled down both his shorts and his undies. They easily slid down his legs and fell at his feet. He stepped one leg out from the leg holes, and with the other, kicked them into the closet on top of the shirts.
Naruto again stared at Sasuke's bare backside with another lively gleam of exhilaration. As with his torso, his thighs were also unexpectedly thick and grooved. Which was cool, and all. But that butt! The shape… the curves… the roundness… the fullness. So developed… so conditioned… and the way it pumped and swayed as he shifted his balance and moved his legs…
"I didn't think you'd be the hesitant one," Sasuke glanced back at an enamored blond who looked like he just won the boyfriend lottery.
'Well, it's now or never,' Sasuke thought, hiding his slight twinge of anxiety as he turned to fully face Naruto, finally presenting every last bit of himself.
He considered himself a little above average down there - at least, compared to the other guys he'd shared locker rooms with. But again, this was Naruto he'd be comparing to. In the world of manhood, there were the normal guys, there were the porn stars, and there was Naruto. And even if the blond knew full well that he was in a class of his own, that wouldn't necessarily stop him from looking down on the lower classes. Sure, he said what he said about comparative physique differences, but did that extend to this as well?
"Hey, stop looking worried," Naruto interrupted Sasuke's wandering thoughts with a light grin. "It's perfect."
Sasuke must have looked doubtful at that statement, because Naruto came over and rested a large tan hand on his bare white shoulder.
"I told you, I'm me and you're you. And you look great as you are," Naruto said with a reassuring smile. "Plus, it's a matter of proportions. You'd look ridiculous with a dick my size."
Sasuke snorted at the image. He had to agree wholeheartedly. "I didn't say anything to the contrary," he insisted. "Now are you going to take a shower with your shorts on or what?"
"Only if you insist!"
"Well, I don't."
"OK then!" Naruto unbuttoned his shorts and slipped his thumbs under his waistband. Like Sasuke, he slipped off his shorts and undies in one swift motion; though unlike Sasuke, his thick brawny thighs prevented them from easily sliding down, so he had to guide them past his calves to the floor. And with a flick of his foot, he tossed them into the closet on top of Sasuke's discarded clothes and faced Sasuke in all his naked grandeur.
'So that's what it looks like when it's not a throbbing boner,' Sasuke thought. It was certainly still big - longer and thicker than any other erections he'd seen on any normal male (the occasional porn star aside). However, he could see how Naruto could make it through his days without drawing any attention from it - dressing in shorts longer than mid-thigh and with a bit of extra space, it was easy enough to adequately cover it up.
"Ready when you are!" Naruto announced.
"I've been ready for a while now."
"Well then, let's get going!"
"Sure, let's go," Sasuke said - but only continued to look Naruto in the eye. "One thing though," he added. "You were wrong about me not being able to carry you also."
Before Naruto could process the declaration, Sasuke had stepped forward, pressed his right shoulder into the side of Naruto's waist, wrapped his arm around the densely muscled midsection, pressed his other hand against the small of the blond's back, and hoisted him over his shoulder.
The fireman's carry was designed to allow one person to carry another without assistance by evenly distributing the weight over the carrier's shoulders and allowing their torso to remain upright, thereby preventing excess strain on any particular muscle. However, with a guy Naruto's size, even Sasuke could barely stand under the weight. He'd carried two other people like this before - one over each shoulder - but Naruto was still heavier than both of them combined.
"Whoa!" Naruto exclaimed in surprise. "Sasuke! No way!"
"Yes way," Sasuke insisted, taking his left hand off Naruto's lower back to slap him on the butt. "And don't even begin to gripe," he scolded, now placing his hand just above the blond's hefty calves.
Sasuke took strained breaths as he tried to balance Naruto over his shoulder. The guy was so big that he had to twist his back to the left in order to keep him from sliding off. Carefully, he began to walk across the room, taking slow and balanced steps, never lifting his feet too far from the ground, lest he begin to tip over. It had barely been ten seconds, and carrying this guy was already one of the most demanding physical challenges he'd ever put himself through.
But he wouldn't let that show. He kept up a steady pace as he carried Naruto through the door, somehow managing to guide him through without knocking either of his shoulders against the doorframe - an impressive feat given that they were nearly as wide as the frame itself. Of course, his victory was short-lived as he turned to carry the blond down the hallway and slammed his head into the side of the kitchen doorframe.
"Ow…"
"I said stop griping."
"Hey, I'm not griping! It's a nice view back here! Totally worth getting my head clobbered for!"
Sasuke briefly readjusted his hold to give Naruto another slap on the butt.
The blond let out a perverted giggle, which Sasuke promptly ignored in favor of carrying him down the hall and into the bathroom. The toilet was directly ahead, and to the right were the sink and the bathtub. With his final labored steps, Sasuke approached the bathtub, leaned forward, and unceremoniously dumped Naruto into the ceramic basin. The resounding thud was loud enough to rattle the walls and shake the floor Sasuke was standing on.
"So ungraceful," Naruto moaned.
"Hn," Sasuke grunted. "Are you just going to lay there, or do you want to get this going?"
"Well, if you hadn't just body slammed me, I wouldn't be lying here in the first place," Naruto mumbled as he got up. "Besides, you really should be careful doing things like that. These kinds of tubs can crack if you hit them too hard!"
"Would you prefer I hit you instead?"
"Nah, you might hurt yourself."
Sasuke responded with a punch to Naruto's shoulder. "Get it going," he said as he stepped into the tub behind the blond and drew the curtain closed.
"Yes, sir!" Naruto reached behind himself and twisted the shower knob. Hot water came spewing forth from the shower head, coating his backside and heating the cold ceramic beneath his feet.
Sasuke, on the other hand, remained dry. Naruto was so tall that the shower head only reached his upper back, and his back was so wide that none of the water sprayed past it.
"Well, I guess I'm going first!" Naruto reached down to grab the soap, but Sasuke's hand quickly gripped his wrist.
"What, you think I just came in to watch you? You were the one who said your body was open to share with me, right? You said 'feel free to explore.' So let me explore."
Naruto stared at Sasuke with a stunned expression, then dropped his arm to his side. "S-sure."
"Now spin around and get wet."
Naruto did as instructed, turning back to face Sasuke, body now glistening with rivulets of warm water. Sasuke reached his hands around Naruto's waist to dampen them in the shower stream. The water was so hot that his hands felt cold at first. It certainly didn't seem to bother Naruto, but he was certain he would turn red after a minute in it. The bathroom was already filling up with steam, and he was beginning to feel the heat himself.
Leisurely, he pulled his moist hands back and began to lather them with soap. Once they were thickly coated, he brought them up and pressed them against Naruto's pecs. The blond closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Sasuke slowly and gently worked his hands around the large blocks of muscle, working his fingers down the deep groove between the center and around the edges. He paused to lather his hands again, then placed them against the dense slab of muscle spanning the blond's stomach, once more tracing the grooves of the abdomen toward the waist, then caressing his way back up the sides toward the underarms.
Sasuke could see Naruto's dick beginning to thicken and elongate, but he ignored it in favor of washing his arms, slowly stroking the thick and powerful limbs from top to bottom as Naruto took short breaths of pleasure, eyes still closed in elation. He moved downward to his thighs, kneeling down and running his hands along the thick columns of carved muscle, taking in the separate bulges of each unique part, gently but firmly running his hands along the outward curves of the muscles spanning the front of his legs. His hands inevitably brushed against Naruto's growing rod, making it twitch forward every time, but he decided he would save that for last.
Finishing the front side, he worked his way down to the bulky muscles at the bottom of Naruto's legs. His calves, though large, were able to be fully washed front and back, and Sasuke gave them a hard slap when he was done.
"Turn around," he instructed.
Receiving no response, Sasuke looked up to see Naruto's eyes still closed in ecstasy. This time, he gave Naruto a hard punch in the shin, finally drawing his attention.
"Turn around!"
Naruto turned around, the stream of water rinsing the soap off his front side, and Sasuke moved up to washing the back of his thighs, running his fingers along the cords of muscle that spanned his knee to his rear. And then, those two big buns, puffed out like two balloons - but, as Sasuke rubbed his hands around their wide and sweeping curves, he wasn't surprised to find that they were nowhere near as soft as balloons. No, they felt more like cast iron slabs with an incredibly thin coating of rubber. He took his time wiping down those melon-sized muscles, but stopped as he ran his fingers along the crack. "I'll leave that part to you," he said.
Finally, he pressed his hands into the middle of Naruto's wide back, exploring that small landscape of crests and grooves, caressing the V-contour of its sides, taking in the raw power of the athlete before him.
Naruto was taking sharper and sharper breaths, eyes still closed in euphoria, and by the time Sasuke turned him back around to let him rinse off his backside, the blond's erection had risen to full length.
"Before I finish, why don't you get the rest?" Sasuke suggested, and Naruto broke from his stupor for a moment to wash off his face and butt. "Now then, to wrap up…"
Sasuke lathered on the soap for one last time, then wrapped his hands around the base of Naruto's erection, sliding them slowly up and down, perhaps a few more times than necessary, and rubbing his thumbs over the large crimson tip. The giant organ twitched in his hands as he slid them back down to wash off the last bits. The blond's balls were the size of kiwis, and he could barely wrap his hand around a single one.
When he was done, he reached behind Naruto, detached the shower head, gave him a final rinse, and placed it back in the holder. By this time, the bathroom was fogged up in a gray haze of dense steam.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Sasuke stepped back and looked at Naruto's throbbing erection. "Alright, exhibition boy. Looks like it's finally time for my own private show."
Naruto opened his eyes, staring as Sasuke in surprise. He hadn't expected Sasuke to ask for a show so soon, but was more than glad to give him one. "My pleasure!"
And Naruto indeed moved to begin pleasuring himself, but Sasuke grabbed his hands and pushed them back. "Ah, ah. You may be the star - but this time, I'm running the show."
Naruto shot Sasuke a questioning glance. There it was again, that grin he'd seen before but couldn't quite place.
"You wanted payback for the park incident, right?" Sasuke clarified. "You wanted to turn my own prank on me, and have me soak myself like I soaked you, yes? Well, what you said earlier… it's not like I don't know what it's like to have something I prepare for somebody get thrown back at me. So now that we're all sorted out, I'll give you what you wanted. This time, I consent." And that familiar grin continued.
Naruto gave Sasuke a wide-eyed look, but it quickly turned into a soft smile. "If that's what you really want. You know you don't owe it to me or anything."
"It is. And I know."
"OK then. It's all yours."
Sasuke sat on the rear edge of the tub. Naruto let out a sharp breath as Sasuke grabbed his erection and pulled him closer. Even amidst the steaming heat of the water rolling down the blond's backside, Sasuke could feel the warmth emanating from the giant organ.
Slowly, he gripped both his hands at the base of the erection and began sliding them forward, causing Naruto to immediately close his eyes in bliss. He tickled the top for a moment, eliciting another sharp breath from the blond, before sliding his hands back down, pressing them into the base with a forceful motion.
He repeated this action for a few minutes, then began rubbing his thumbs around the twitching head when he reached the top. After a few more strokes, he held his right hand at the top, thumb continuously fingering the head, while sliding his left hand up and down the shaft. Naruto's increasingly sharp breaths indicated he was performing well, and he moved on to stoking both hands in opposite directions, left on the bottom and right on the top, each meeting at the middle and mirroring each other at the ends.
But still, he had to get more creative. The blond had demonstrated all kinds of ways of masturbating that he had never imagined before. Then again, more than a few of them were unique to Naruto because of his massive length. But one thing he did remember - the guy liked it rough.
His next move wasn't a thing he ever expected to do, but he was fairly certain Naruto had never done it to himself, and given that he had just washed the enormous organ, he decided it was sanitary enough. With his palms pressed against the side, he gave it a slight push to the left, leaned his mouth forward, and firmly bit into the right side of the head with his leftmost teeth.
Naruto immediately let out a yelp of pleasure. Sasuke knew he had hit a sweet spot, and pressed it toward the right to take a bite on the other side. Naruto again let out a pleasured yelp, his waist pressing forward at the contact.
Sasuke immediately knew what to do, and took another bite just behind the head. It was equally effective, and he quickly leaned forward and began biting and nibbling his way up and down the entire left side of the lengthy shaft. Naruto gave one long extended moan as Sasuke moved along, and when Sasuke swung the erection to the left and repeated the action for the right side, Naruto gave another extended moan, voice wavering in ecstasy.
Sasuke finished with a firm bite on the center of the tip, holding his grip as he lightly bobbed his head and twisted his teeth around the warm flesh, eliciting yet more intense moaning from the blond.
Another move he never expected to do so soon came to mind, and with the tip of the erection already in his mouth, he decided to take the whole thing in before it started leaking its copious amounts of precum. He had to stretch his mouth as wide as he possibly could, but eventually the rear cusp of the head slipped behind his upper teeth, and the entire gigantic head popped into his mouth.
If Naruto was overwhelmed with ecstasy, Sasuke was overwhelmed with immensity. The sheer size of the thing was nearly overloading his mouth - its sides were pressing against his cheeks, and the tip was right at the opening of his throat. He was able to waggle his tongue side to side, and another moan of pleasure let him know he was doing good, but he couldn't lift it past his teeth. He also tried biting down again, but he could barely move his teeth at all, and although he drew yet another moan of pleasure, it was nowhere near the reaction he drew while biting up and down the sides.
After a few moments, he leaned his neck back and let the head pop out of his mouth. His jaw was already a little sore from just that short time, so he opted to return to using his hands.
He decided to take a page from Naruto's book and twist it side to side. With his hands back at the base of the erection, he tightened his grip and twisted his hands in opposite directions. Immediately, the first stream of precum began pouring from the tip and pooling on the floor of the tub. He continued twisting up and down the length, working out that last bit of sticky white dribble.
After a few more rounds, he stood up, took a step to his left, placed his right palm against the tip and pressed downward. Even leaning into it, it took all his might to press it down to a forty-five degree angle - but if Naruto's heavy breathing was any indicator, it was easily worth the effort.
As soon as he began rubbing the palm of his left hand up and down the length, another stream of precum started to pour out. Sasuke sped up his strokes, increasing their intensity until he was rubbing at the speed one would rub sticks to start a fire. And sure enough, the heat along the top of the erection was beginning to escalate as well.
After the stream had poured its final drop and Sasuke had left the top of the erection flaring hot, he let it spring upward, only to catch it in his left hand and slam it upward against Naruto's abdomen, pressing the head into the bottom of the deep groove between his pecs. He stepped to the other side, balled his right hand into a fist, and began pounding it up and down against the underside of the erection.
By this point, Naruto was in rapture, totally lost to the carnal gratification that Sasuke was inflicting upon him. This was pleasure beyond his own average masturbation sessions, and the fact that his first genuine crush was doing it made it all the more exciting.
Before he knew it, another stream of precum was pouring out the tip. Sasuke pulled the erection slightly away from his abdomen and let the sticky stream of liquid coat the long shaft. Once it had finished, Sasuke slid and twisted his hands around to cover what little bits of the shaft weren't already coated.
Next, he sat back down and took up his two-handed masturbation again. However, it wasn't his regular stroking - now that the large organ was covered in lube, he picked up his speed like never before. Faster and faster he went, moving up and down like his life depended on it. Naruto could only try to keep his balance as the buzz consumed his senses. A few minutes of prolonged intensity, and Sasuke was panting like he had just finished a bike race around the town.
And finally, Sasuke saw what he was looking for. Naruto's breath hitched in his throat, once, then twice. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, and Sasuke knew it was time.
He aimed the erection at his chest just as the first thick white stream of semen burst forth from the tip, splattering in all directions and pouring down his stomach. Though he knew well the size and power of Naruto's ejaculations, the sheer force still caught him off guard. He could literally feel a small dent being made in his chest where the stream was impacting. As the flow kept coming, he was reminded of the night at the park, where Naruto seemed to be even more loaded than usual. Then he realized, this must have been because Naruto was saving up for the encounter at the mall, but didn't get to release it until now.
This would be good.
As the first stream died down and the second one erupted, Sasuke grabbed the erection with his right hand and shifted it sideways, spraying from his left hand up his arm and across his chest, then switched hands to spray down his right arm and onto his other hand.
The stream ended just as he finished, and he quickly stood to let the remaining shots cover the rest of his body. The third, fourth, and fifth streams spewed over his abdomen and waist. He guided the next three down his right leg, then the following three down his left leg. There were two more shots sprayed onto his midsection, and finally, as the grand finale began to issue forth, he guided the propulsive stream of semen over as many uncovered parts of his torso as it could reach before the flow came to a gradual stop.
As Naruto slowly came back to reality, he saw a completely semen-soaked Sasuke staring at him with that familiar grin. Before he could even process this sensuous vision from beyond his wildest dream, Sasuke leapt forward and embraced Naruto in a giant hug, catching him completely off guard. As Sasuke's sticky wet body sloshed against his own, and his drenched white arms wrapped around the blond's neck, Sasuke placed his cheek against Naruto's and whispered in his ear, "a little present for my mighty masturbator."
As he gradually loosened his arms, Sasuke slowly slid down the front of Naruto's body, covering it from chest to calf in the glut of semen the blond had just spewed forth. Naruto could only watch in surprise as Sasuke stepped back wearing that same grin.
Oh, right. That was where he'd seen that grin before - the night Sasuke sat next to him in the park and drowned him in his own semen.
Yeah, he should have seen that one coming.
"I believe that makes us even again," Sasuke declared. "Last night - but on my own terms."
Naruto sighed in defeat. "I'm going to be living this down for a long time, aren't I?"
"Yes," Sasuke nodded, "yes you are."
Naruto stared down at his own semen-soaked body. "Well, now what?"
Sasuke grinned, but not the mischievous grin he'd previously been wearing. "I guess we'll just have to wash you up again."

True to his word, Sasuke washed down Naruto's front side once more before moving the blond aside to take his own shower. He had maintained his stance that his body wasn't for Naruto's taking just yet, and told Naruto he could watch but not touch. Sasuke had partially conceived the mutual shower as a test of resolve for Naruto - one that would put him in the most compromising position physically and then see if he could restrain himself from breaking Sasuke's personal physical boundaries. He was also testing Naruto's acceptance of individually differing boundaries, waiting to see if the blond would insist that Sasuke should allow himself to be touched in the same way that he touched Naruto simply because Naruto had 'gone first' and that would make it 'even.'
Much to Sasuke's satisfaction, Naruto had passed his tests with flying colors. Even when he washed himself in the most erotic manners he could conceive - slow strokes across soapy skin, stretching and curving his body at lengths and angles all too obviously meant to entice, regularly closing his eyes and leaning his head back in pleasure, and even letting our small moans of contentment - Naruto had kept his hands entirely to himself and didn't ask Sasuke to reconsider his stance even once throughout the entire ordeal.
Of course, it had barely been five minutes into it before Naruto's erection made its raging return. Though Sasuke wasn't letting him masturbate, the blond did have to use his hands to hold it down so that it wouldn't poke the boy showering in front of him. Sasuke, however, was aware of the agony he was putting Naruto through, and once he had finished his shower, he allowed the blond an instance of relief when he decided to masturbate him once more. Even though he was certain he had thoroughly drained Naruto earlier on, it was less than a minute before another five long streams of semen gushed from the tip of the erection and splashed on the tile wall at the front of the shower.
Sasuke didn't want to ask, but suspected it was because of situations like this that the bath had a removable shower head attached to a long supply hose that could be used to spray anything in the room. It took nearly a minute to rinse the sticky white fluid from the walls and into the drain, even with the shower at full blast.
Once the boys had toweled off, they retired to Naruto's room. Sasuke decided he would share the bed with Naruto given the knowledge that Iruka would use the couch to sleep whenever he was present. Naruto's bed was large - but with Naruto in it, there wasn't much free space left. The blond had staggered over and flopped on his back, letting Sasuke know he was welcome to hop in beside him, and then immediately passed out.
Though Naruto had simply remained undressed after the shower, Sasuke decided to slip on his pair of undies before climbing into the bed. Despite being a summer night, the rain had left a delicate chill in the air, so Sasuke pulled up a sheet from the foot of the bed and wrapped it up to his shoulders. It was for naught, however, as Naruto soon rolled to his side and wrapped his arm around Sasuke's chest. The sturdy limb lazily pulled him toward the blond, and he soon found his backside pressed against Naruto's strong body. A moment later, a large leg slowly wrapped over his own. He whispered out Naruto's name, but the blond was long since asleep. He sighed and tried to relax in Naruto's grasp. The ample warmth emanating from the enormous body made it easy. Not having much choice, he let his head roll back onto Naruto's thick pecs. Had they been lying prone, he was sure these would have made wonderful pillows.
Resting in his new friend's comforting hold, he came to wonder just how the hell he ended up where he was. It was only last night that he was caught in a heated altercation with the mysterious masturbator that had been haunting his outings the last two months. He didn't expect that, one day later, he'd be sharing a bed with that same guy. Yet here he was, and he couldn't help thinking he was all the better for it.
The day had been one big risk, start to finish. All the what-ifs that could have ended badly; making the journey over, knocking on the door, handling himself in front of Iruka, conversing with Naruto, accepting their apologies, deciding to give Naruto a fresh start, sharing his personal life, sharing a mutual shower… he rarely had to deal with such trying situations once every few months, let alone so many times in a day. It was unusual for him to step outside his reclusive comfort zone when it came to taking such risks. And yet, somewhere along the line, he grew comfortable trying things he normally wouldn't do, potential negative consequences be damned.
It made him wonder… but then, with Naruto, it was perhaps best to not ask why. Rationality wasn't a huge part of his personality, and it probably wouldn't be a huge part of their impending relationship either. Whatever came would be whatever came, and you simply took whatever would come if you wanted a part in the relationship at all.
Sasuke decided he was in for the ride.
If nothing else, this would be an adventure to remember.

Author's Note [mutilated]:
And that concludes this installment of Exhibit N!
Oh, what's that? Character development?! Yeah, I can do that too.
Alright, I hoped I would never have to say this, but; I apologize for the wait. I knew the semester would go haywire around mid-February, and I tried so hard to get it done before then… but alas, I didn't quite make it, and subsequently spent the last three months only adding a few paragraphs at a time, despite knowing exactly how the story should go.
And admittedly, I'm surprised it went this far. This was only ever intended to be a one-shot. Chapters two through six came around as one possible way to explain chapter one. A fanfic of a fanfic, if you will. But it's funny how, once you start writing something, you get more ideas along the same line.
Bearing that in mind, there may be a part two in the future - focusing on their relationship, and their rather… unique… method of dating. If I do create it, I'll add it to this story rather than start a new one - and if it does come out, it would be in late fall/winter - so feel free to check back.
Now, a few notes regarding the story and some feedback:
Yes, the story has somewhat of a parody element to it. It wasn't meant to be taken very seriously. It was only meant to provide some outrageous and exaggerated fun, and while the fifth chapter went semi-serious for a moment, perhaps leaving some readers wondering if it would truly turn dark, I made the final scene to thoroughly smash that notion. In the end, like the show it's based on, I only considered myself a literary cartoonist while writing this story, and I'm glad people seemed to pick up on that.
That said, it's not as over-the-top as it may seem. Though I wrote Naruto larger-than-life, his looks are surprisingly grounded in reality. Regarding his height, I knew two brothers in high school who had both cracked the seven-foot-tall mark by age seventeen. In this story, Naruto's only at six-foot-nine as he's turning nineteen. Regarding his build… all I can say is the winners at teen bodybuilding and weightlifting shows are absolutely amazing. So, when writing Naruto, I combined these two extremes. Certainly not your average everyday people… but people that exist nonetheless.
And believe it or not, Naruto's ejaculation sequences were inspired a video with a guy blowing fifteen streaming shots over twenty seconds and sitting in a white puddle by the end. I originally planned to have Naruto shoot maybe three big long shots, but then I saw this and said, "time to update the story!" If you want to see this video, search MaleMotion, title "Mr. Incredible Sperm Fountain 1" - but warning, the dude's rather unfit and could be a put-off.
So, the only thing I pushed to crazy proportions was Naruto's erection - but even then, I only gave reference points rather than precise measurements to allow the reader a preferred degree of "adjustment."
By contrast, I wanted to use Sasuke as our ordinary everyday guy who gets unexpectedly caught in bizarre circumstances so that he could ground the story in a way that made it accessible to the ordinary everyday reader, his reactions hopefully being a relatable reference point, bringing familiar sanity to such insane situations.
Anyway, thanks to everybody who reviewed and sent messages. Your feedback is quite welcome. I hope you enjoyed this last chapter, and hope to see you next story!
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