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(naruto) i need a title for this hentai narusasuneji...
Muahahahahahaha. torturing Naruto is so fun.
poor hinata though. ;_;
previous part:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/134492.html
Asking Sasuke or Neji? He would have to tell them how he'd known that they liked men first, and that was one conversation he never wanted to have with them.
In the end, he asked Shikamaru. Well, he alluded discretely, really, in the course of a conversation that he'd managed to casually direct, but he knew that he sucked at being discreet and Shika had to find him blindingly obvious. But Shika's smarts found an equal and opposing force in his total lack of curiosity; Naruto knew that he wouldn't pry. And Shikamaru didn't, he just snorted, and asked him if he'd never found it weird that Sasuke was buried in pretty girls up to his neck and yet none of them had ever bragged about getting a date. That didn't really explain Neji, though, but Kiba managed to shock a laugh out of Naruto when he commented -- forgetting that he was currently not talking to Naruto -- that the actual liking of dicks Lee wasn't using had to go somewhere, since he was keeping all the flamingness for himself. Then Sakura imbedded Kiba into a wall for badmouthing her boyfriend and Naruto was a little happier, because it looked like he was sort of accepted again, at least with some of them.
Of course, it didn't make the obsession stop.
As far as he could see, Sasuke and Neji kept behaving as if they were as close to each other as they were to -- he didn't know; Shino or something. Maybe they were just -- it made him blush to even think about it -- maybe they were just fuckbuddies. But even then, how had it started? Who had made the first move? He needed to know. He told himself he was worried for his friends, but he didn't even believe himself. He was worried, true, but that was far from being the only reason he couldn't go a day without wondering.
In the end, he managed to patch things up with Hinata, a little, sorta -- enough to satisfy her teammates anyway, though not enough to make him stop feeling guilty; but finally he managed to make her stop blaming herself and encouraged her to start moving on. Even if he miraculously succeeded in getting rid of his obsession, he wasn't going to hold her back on the off chance that he was going to decide he wanted her again. Maybe they would get together again, but if that happened, it would be because they both started liking each other right from the beginning, not because he'd kept loose ends from being neatened.
So they went back to being friends, sorta, except he had to keep himself from pushing her hair away from her forehead and talking about too personal things -- he'd given up the right, but sometimes his fingers itched to lift her chin, look into her eyes and encourage her to get past whatever was troubling her.
But he still avoided Neji. He couldn't avoid Sasuke, but at least when they were on missions, he was still an asshole and it was still business, and it was easy -- easier -- to forget about Neji's hand on his curse seal and the sandals touching his sandals and Neji's moans coming from his bedroom. There were less distractions when he was around Neji, and it was not easy to forget about Neji's hair spilling on Sasuke's pillows, or the leg casually thrown over Sasuke's under the sheet, or -- and here he was, obsessing again.
And when the two black-haired young men were at the same place at the same time, Naruto only had two choices; going into goofy overload to distract attention away from the way he couldn't glance their way without a little circus setting up a tent in his pants, or running away as fast as possible.
Sadly, skipping Hinata's birthday party was just not an option.
So here he was, being a clown, getting half of them to laugh -- at him more than with him sometimes, and the other half to sigh and-or ask him to shut up. Sasuke and Neji had ended up sitting on the same bench at the cloth-covered table when they ate the cake, and hadn't bothered to move after that. Seeing these two meticulously going through the cake side by side and knowing what he knew, Naruto pretty much had to find a good reason to roll around on the ground, seeing as when he was down there, he could curl up around his erection and put them out of his direct line of sight.
Kiba would probably never let him live him down, but at least his prodding and teasing gave Naruto a good reason to lean back against the table and pretend to pout, arms around his knees, his back to the two men that haunted his thoughts.
He had his back on them, and yet the tent in his pants wasn't diminishing. By this point, he knew, pretty much only jacking off would help; it was hard to concentrate on the discussion and keep on joking around when all he could think about was how soon he would get to disappear and wank all over his sick daydreams. Whimpering under his breath, he curled up a little tighter against the chairs he was leaning on and pasted a grin on his face. Even from across the table he could feel their presence. They were so intense. He could even smell them, and he cursed his hyperactive imagination for adding that hint of arousal to their scents; it was only making his erection worse. When Konohamaru's ball whacked him in the head, he took the opportunity to crawl back between the chairs, half under the tablecloth, playing the offended princess for all he was worth. Thinking he was just being silly, Konohamaru and Kiba started to laugh and that was all the opening he needed to disappear under the table with a huff.
Immediately, he was made aware of the flaw in his plan.
The tablecloth was long, almost brushing the ground. It hid him and his lap from his friends' eyes.
It also hid Neji and Sasuke's legs. Neji's ankles were as graceful and strong as the rest of him, and he could see up Sasuke's shorts up to mid-thigh before the smooth skin disappeared into enticing darkness.
It also hid the hand down Neji's pants.
The hand that wasn't his own. The hand covered by one of these weird arm-warmer-things that Sasuke seemed to favor. The hand that was currently moving firmly in his pants from the wrist down.
From the arm's angle, a small part of Naruto concluded, there was no way to tell that anything untoward was happening if you were on the other side of the table.
The rest of his brain was shutting up; the rush of blood to his crotch was making it hard to think.
He couldn't see anything, of Neji's erection or even of Sasuke's hand, but it didn't matter. He had the movements under the cloth, and his imagination. That was more than enough.
Breathless, he watched until the end, until Neji leaned on his elbows and his toes curled in his sandals and the muscles of his calves tensed, until Sasuke pulled his wet hand out of Neji's pants and casually wiped it clean on Neji's shorts -- he could feel the superior smirk on Sasuke's face and the answering glare on Neji's, even through the table -- and then he was pumping his own erection through his fly -- there was no time to even zip his pants open, and he barely needed to rub a few times before his orgasm exploded through him. He bit down on his tongue, stopped breathing and struggled not to move; a very small part of him was thinking that it was a bad time to knock his head into the table. The rest wasn't thinking at all.
A minute later, he was crawling back out and sitting back against the table, pretending that nothing was wrong and he hadn't just had the best orgasm of his life with his own hand, under a table, while his friends laughed and congratulated his ex-girlfriend a few feet away.
Weirdly, Neji and him showed some reluctance in getting up to leave when the party ended.
Naruto's obsession got worse. Even though Neji hadn't made a sound, now Naruto had images and scents to fuel his fantasies. He'd never masturbated so much, even as a fourteen-year-old.
So when he happened to hear soft gasps coming from a locker room after a joined mission between their two teams, sure, he berated himself, but it wasn't as if he could just turn off his superior hearing. And when he happened to stroll past Neji's bedroom's window and smelled arousal -- well, he'd just gotten a kink in his leg from bouncing over Konoha's roofs so much; he was just going to pause a minute.
He could almost understand what Jiraiya found in peeping, except not really because the old pervert had never had any kind of emotional attachment to the girls he watched, and Naruto... well, they were his two best friends and he couldn't separate what they looked like and who he knew they were; both were part of the attraction.
And yes, he was attracted. Repulsed. Fascinated. He wanted to watch -- actually watch, and not through a camera -- as they had sex; he wanted them to know he was there, but he would settle for them thinking they were alone -- both had advantages. He wanted to see them, and smell them and hear them and -- god yes he did -- touch them. He wanted to understand what it was that twisted his guts whenever he thought about them, his two cold-hearted bastards, lost in overwhelming passion. He wanted to understand it. And cause it. Maybe -- and for someone who had believed himself straight all his life, it was only a testimony of his need -- even ... 'have it caused to him'. Even if the idea of -- of -- argh! Of being fucked -- aroused him almost more than it shocked him.
His favorite fantasy, though, was still the one where they caressed each other wantonly while he fucked them one after the other -- closely followed by the one where he used Kage Bunshin to do them both at the same time while they were in a sixty-nine-- or the one where he was reclining on the bed while they French-kissed around his cock. Or the one... well, Naruto had many, many fantasies.
One thing all that peeping was good for, if not his conscience, was his stealth and information gathering skills. Getting past a Hyuuga and a Uchiha's radar once or twice could be attributed to luck, of which Naruto had loads, and the fact that they were sort of distracted. Getting past them a half-dozen times, then a dozen, then -- too many times to count... well, it took more than just luck. It took skill too.
Of course, even though Naruto's skill improved steadily, one day his luck ran out.
And i'm stopping here because it's midnight and i should be in bed already. Muah. more tomorrow, maybe. I have a free afternoon; if you see me online and i'm not writing, feel free to thwap me.
poor hinata though. ;_;
previous part:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/134492.html
Asking Sasuke or Neji? He would have to tell them how he'd known that they liked men first, and that was one conversation he never wanted to have with them.
In the end, he asked Shikamaru. Well, he alluded discretely, really, in the course of a conversation that he'd managed to casually direct, but he knew that he sucked at being discreet and Shika had to find him blindingly obvious. But Shika's smarts found an equal and opposing force in his total lack of curiosity; Naruto knew that he wouldn't pry. And Shikamaru didn't, he just snorted, and asked him if he'd never found it weird that Sasuke was buried in pretty girls up to his neck and yet none of them had ever bragged about getting a date. That didn't really explain Neji, though, but Kiba managed to shock a laugh out of Naruto when he commented -- forgetting that he was currently not talking to Naruto -- that the actual liking of dicks Lee wasn't using had to go somewhere, since he was keeping all the flamingness for himself. Then Sakura imbedded Kiba into a wall for badmouthing her boyfriend and Naruto was a little happier, because it looked like he was sort of accepted again, at least with some of them.
Of course, it didn't make the obsession stop.
As far as he could see, Sasuke and Neji kept behaving as if they were as close to each other as they were to -- he didn't know; Shino or something. Maybe they were just -- it made him blush to even think about it -- maybe they were just fuckbuddies. But even then, how had it started? Who had made the first move? He needed to know. He told himself he was worried for his friends, but he didn't even believe himself. He was worried, true, but that was far from being the only reason he couldn't go a day without wondering.
In the end, he managed to patch things up with Hinata, a little, sorta -- enough to satisfy her teammates anyway, though not enough to make him stop feeling guilty; but finally he managed to make her stop blaming herself and encouraged her to start moving on. Even if he miraculously succeeded in getting rid of his obsession, he wasn't going to hold her back on the off chance that he was going to decide he wanted her again. Maybe they would get together again, but if that happened, it would be because they both started liking each other right from the beginning, not because he'd kept loose ends from being neatened.
So they went back to being friends, sorta, except he had to keep himself from pushing her hair away from her forehead and talking about too personal things -- he'd given up the right, but sometimes his fingers itched to lift her chin, look into her eyes and encourage her to get past whatever was troubling her.
But he still avoided Neji. He couldn't avoid Sasuke, but at least when they were on missions, he was still an asshole and it was still business, and it was easy -- easier -- to forget about Neji's hand on his curse seal and the sandals touching his sandals and Neji's moans coming from his bedroom. There were less distractions when he was around Neji, and it was not easy to forget about Neji's hair spilling on Sasuke's pillows, or the leg casually thrown over Sasuke's under the sheet, or -- and here he was, obsessing again.
And when the two black-haired young men were at the same place at the same time, Naruto only had two choices; going into goofy overload to distract attention away from the way he couldn't glance their way without a little circus setting up a tent in his pants, or running away as fast as possible.
Sadly, skipping Hinata's birthday party was just not an option.
So here he was, being a clown, getting half of them to laugh -- at him more than with him sometimes, and the other half to sigh and-or ask him to shut up. Sasuke and Neji had ended up sitting on the same bench at the cloth-covered table when they ate the cake, and hadn't bothered to move after that. Seeing these two meticulously going through the cake side by side and knowing what he knew, Naruto pretty much had to find a good reason to roll around on the ground, seeing as when he was down there, he could curl up around his erection and put them out of his direct line of sight.
Kiba would probably never let him live him down, but at least his prodding and teasing gave Naruto a good reason to lean back against the table and pretend to pout, arms around his knees, his back to the two men that haunted his thoughts.
He had his back on them, and yet the tent in his pants wasn't diminishing. By this point, he knew, pretty much only jacking off would help; it was hard to concentrate on the discussion and keep on joking around when all he could think about was how soon he would get to disappear and wank all over his sick daydreams. Whimpering under his breath, he curled up a little tighter against the chairs he was leaning on and pasted a grin on his face. Even from across the table he could feel their presence. They were so intense. He could even smell them, and he cursed his hyperactive imagination for adding that hint of arousal to their scents; it was only making his erection worse. When Konohamaru's ball whacked him in the head, he took the opportunity to crawl back between the chairs, half under the tablecloth, playing the offended princess for all he was worth. Thinking he was just being silly, Konohamaru and Kiba started to laugh and that was all the opening he needed to disappear under the table with a huff.
Immediately, he was made aware of the flaw in his plan.
The tablecloth was long, almost brushing the ground. It hid him and his lap from his friends' eyes.
It also hid Neji and Sasuke's legs. Neji's ankles were as graceful and strong as the rest of him, and he could see up Sasuke's shorts up to mid-thigh before the smooth skin disappeared into enticing darkness.
It also hid the hand down Neji's pants.
The hand that wasn't his own. The hand covered by one of these weird arm-warmer-things that Sasuke seemed to favor. The hand that was currently moving firmly in his pants from the wrist down.
From the arm's angle, a small part of Naruto concluded, there was no way to tell that anything untoward was happening if you were on the other side of the table.
The rest of his brain was shutting up; the rush of blood to his crotch was making it hard to think.
He couldn't see anything, of Neji's erection or even of Sasuke's hand, but it didn't matter. He had the movements under the cloth, and his imagination. That was more than enough.
Breathless, he watched until the end, until Neji leaned on his elbows and his toes curled in his sandals and the muscles of his calves tensed, until Sasuke pulled his wet hand out of Neji's pants and casually wiped it clean on Neji's shorts -- he could feel the superior smirk on Sasuke's face and the answering glare on Neji's, even through the table -- and then he was pumping his own erection through his fly -- there was no time to even zip his pants open, and he barely needed to rub a few times before his orgasm exploded through him. He bit down on his tongue, stopped breathing and struggled not to move; a very small part of him was thinking that it was a bad time to knock his head into the table. The rest wasn't thinking at all.
A minute later, he was crawling back out and sitting back against the table, pretending that nothing was wrong and he hadn't just had the best orgasm of his life with his own hand, under a table, while his friends laughed and congratulated his ex-girlfriend a few feet away.
Weirdly, Neji and him showed some reluctance in getting up to leave when the party ended.
Naruto's obsession got worse. Even though Neji hadn't made a sound, now Naruto had images and scents to fuel his fantasies. He'd never masturbated so much, even as a fourteen-year-old.
So when he happened to hear soft gasps coming from a locker room after a joined mission between their two teams, sure, he berated himself, but it wasn't as if he could just turn off his superior hearing. And when he happened to stroll past Neji's bedroom's window and smelled arousal -- well, he'd just gotten a kink in his leg from bouncing over Konoha's roofs so much; he was just going to pause a minute.
He could almost understand what Jiraiya found in peeping, except not really because the old pervert had never had any kind of emotional attachment to the girls he watched, and Naruto... well, they were his two best friends and he couldn't separate what they looked like and who he knew they were; both were part of the attraction.
And yes, he was attracted. Repulsed. Fascinated. He wanted to watch -- actually watch, and not through a camera -- as they had sex; he wanted them to know he was there, but he would settle for them thinking they were alone -- both had advantages. He wanted to see them, and smell them and hear them and -- god yes he did -- touch them. He wanted to understand what it was that twisted his guts whenever he thought about them, his two cold-hearted bastards, lost in overwhelming passion. He wanted to understand it. And cause it. Maybe -- and for someone who had believed himself straight all his life, it was only a testimony of his need -- even ... 'have it caused to him'. Even if the idea of -- of -- argh! Of being fucked -- aroused him almost more than it shocked him.
His favorite fantasy, though, was still the one where they caressed each other wantonly while he fucked them one after the other -- closely followed by the one where he used Kage Bunshin to do them both at the same time while they were in a sixty-nine-- or the one where he was reclining on the bed while they French-kissed around his cock. Or the one... well, Naruto had many, many fantasies.
One thing all that peeping was good for, if not his conscience, was his stealth and information gathering skills. Getting past a Hyuuga and a Uchiha's radar once or twice could be attributed to luck, of which Naruto had loads, and the fact that they were sort of distracted. Getting past them a half-dozen times, then a dozen, then -- too many times to count... well, it took more than just luck. It took skill too.
Of course, even though Naruto's skill improved steadily, one day his luck ran out.
And i'm stopping here because it's midnight and i should be in bed already. Muah. more tomorrow, maybe. I have a free afternoon; if you see me online and i'm not writing, feel free to thwap me.
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So good, as usual! I love it. I want more. Do I ever have anything more useful to say? >.<
Weirdly, Neji and him showed some reluctance in getting up to leave when the party ended.
Should be 'he and Neji', or better - 'he and Neji both'. It's the same as the eternal 'she and I' vs 'me and her' debate... the way to resolve it is to take the second person out of the sentence. You would not say 'Weirdly, him showed some reluctance', you would say 'HE showed', so you still have to use 'he' and not 'him' when you add Neji to the sentence. Make sense?
Getting past a Hyuuga and a Uchiha's radar
Should be AN Uchiha, to deal with the vowel at the beginning of the word. I'm not sure, but it might also be 'a Hyuuga's and an Uchiha's', with possessive 's' on both names because the radar belongs to both of them.
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My god. The birthday party scene has killed me ded. *licks you* You must, must, must write more tomorrow! It's too delicious. I have to have more. It's like, like... oxygen. (Was that a good enough whiny plea???)
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Are you happy, you evil wonderful woman?
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... god, i hope hinata didn't notice what he was doing under the table; she has those eyes too...
in any case, enjoyed fic and am looking forward to next part.
~Sam
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Loving it so far.
*cuddles for the lovely fic*
(Anonymous) 2005-02-09 10:17 am (UTC)(link)Nacchi
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Pokes, are ya done sleeping? Cause I'm dancing about like crazy here and you left me and Naruto high and dry here. Ok, Naruto prpbably has a wet spot but still!!!