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Lust.
It was an intense emotion that defied control and was completely unreasonable. It was not to say that a twelve year old had much reasoning to work with when it came to their emotions to begin with, but Naruto was definitely someone who needed a lesson or two in emotional control. Because this feeling that he had? It came on hard. It came on fast. It came in bursts, it felt like electric shocks, and it had a very specific trigger. He awoke this morning clutching his sheets with that weird sensation again. It was that warmth that started in his toes and ended up pooling at crotch. The youth wasn't sure what it was that had come over him recently, but he knew it was something that he didn't want to give into.
The first time it happened he had awoken with a particularly insufferable warmth and hardness. He couldn't just pretend wasn't there and ignore it. This feeling was much to demanding for that. Something had to be done about it and before he was able to stop himself he had begun to take action to ease his own suffering. A low hurried moan that he had attempted to stifle between tightly gritted teeth escaped his lips. It had hitched in his belly and he thought he could trap it there until this was over with, but it broke free and lurched its way past his mental and physical guards as his hand worked its way up and down his fully erect and wanting shaft. The blonde ninja had pumped himself with frantic barely controlled movements. It was embarrassing. It felt degrading but he wasn't sure if one could degrade themselves.
When it first struck him the urge took him by surprise. It had come quickly and clawed at his soul like a demon desperate to possess him as soon as he opened his eyes. It dug its nails into his consciousness and scratched away at his resolve, bit by irritating bit and he was unable to fight it. He was unable to resist. That was a couple of days ago.
Now it seemed as though this morning wanted to repeat what had taken place days before. He had, to his dismay, once again opened his eyes only to be greeted with that feeling but this time he was desperate to fight it. Desperate to ignore it. At first the blonde wasn't sure how he was going to accomplish that but he decided to start by going back to the justus he was trying to learn.
He figured that practicing and concentrating on a difficult task would definitely take his mind away from the heat, and that the heat after being dutifully ignored, would go away on its own. So he wiped the sleep from his eyes and climbed out of bed to stand in the middle of his bedroom to begin practicing and yet despite his best efforts it didn't take long for Naruto to find himself being confronted with an ugly truth. His fingers could only form sloppy seals. His mind couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. He failed to summon and mold the necessary chakra.
Instead of being able to concentrate on proper hand seal formation and chakra gathering there were sudden constant interruptions. Thoughts that wanted to seep their way into the weak spots of his mind. Thoughts that had taken advantage of the cracks and fissures of his resolve and pried their way inside; striking at the already vulnerable resolve that was laid bare and defenseless. “ARRG!! NO NO NO,” he yelled with frustration and angrily scratched at his hair, messing up block locks that were already in a disheveled state from him sleeping without his night cap. “Come on, think of something else! ANYTHING ELSE” He vented in frustration as he tried aloud to plead and reason with himself but it wasn't working.
Despite what he wanted, his mind offered up thoughts of hand holding, making contact with what he envisioned to be delicate soft skin. The gentle chuckle that would accompany their fingers lacing together and... running his fingers through that silky black hair.
The thoughts made his lower half react in that weird yet familiar way. His lower half was making demands that he did not want to give into. That he did not want to meet and yet somehow, despite what his outermost thoughts were, his innermost thoughts told him that he did want to meet those demands. That he did want to quench the demanding thirst. That he did want to get lost in thoughts about that person. That's when he realized he needed to do it again. If only to finally stop that stupid weird feeling, he had managed to mentally convince himself while pushing all the other details aside and sliding down his pajama pants; it felt better that way. He could look himself in the mirror more confidently if framed it like that.
So it was here that he found himself now seated on the floor after many unsuccessful attempts not to end up like this. Half a morning wasted trying to fight against the inevitable with his right hand on his pink engorged member stroking vigorously while his thoughts focused on that seductive figure. The softness of that silky black hair, their dark eyes, the sound of their voice. He imagined secret meetings and maybe even getting a kiss. It burned him in a way he had never been burned before and left an open throbbing wound in its wake. Naruto was faced with another sobering thought. That this was truly the only way to put the fire out, to ease the burn to soothe the heat.
As his movements quickened and his breathing became more erratic he felt another sensation overtaking him. This one was also strong but carried with it a sense of euphoria that wrapped itself completely around him. His seed jetted onto his hand as he let out another groan, drawn out and slow that he didn't attempt to hold it back. It made his body shudder and his toes reflexively curl. His body relaxed. It was finally over. His breaths, though still uneven, began to return to their normal rhythmic pace. He looked at his hand in disbelief. What had he just done? Did he really just give into this feeling again?
He had sworn that the first time would be the last and he felt inwardly embarrassed at how easily he had broken that promise to himself. He who always kept his word had returned to this lowly point. Last time was supposed to be a one off. A task to be acknowledged, completed and then never bought up again. Like opening a secret locked box, looking quickly at its contents and then locking the box once again only to throw away the key and discard the box altogether with the secrets that were kept inside lost for an eternity.
Now that he had finished breaking his promise to himself but with the thirst thoroughly quenched, he raised himself up from his seated position on the floor and, after tucking himself back into his pajama pants, navigated his way through the maze of empty cups of ramen, bags of chips, and milk cartons that littered the floor. The dazed boy almost tripped on the hazardous pile as he went. Naruto stared at the white sticky material that coated his fingers of his right hand as he turned on the faucet with his left. He quickly shoved both hands underneath the stream and began to enthusiastically scrub them together before adding soap and then scrubbing them together again with the same vigor.
Once he was clean he made his back into his bedroom and began to get dressed. He was due to go over Sasuke's house in a few and he couldn't help but feel really excited about it. The soap and water had washed away the gross residue of that white stuff, the weird thoughts that sparked that fire within him and the strange feeling of shame that came over him when the task had been completed. Now he could go back to his normal self, which brought with it a sense of relief and a smile. As he went through his morning routine he remembered how they ended up with a mission, as Kakashi called it, that didn't involve physical training.
Per Kakashi-sensei, the newly formed team seven was supposed to meet up and hang out together since they had just become a three man cell and Kakashi wanted them to spend some quality time together forging their bond. They decided to make their selection of where to go after training with the copy ninja the previous day and had seated themselves on a bench near the academy to discuss whose house to choose. It had to be a house because although the weather was nice it was still cold and being inside was much more appealing to all of them.
The Uchiha residence had been chosen as their meeting spot because Sakura didn't want them anywhere near her house or her parents near them for that matter for fear of embarrassment. She did not and could not however voice exactly why their meeting absolutely couldn't take place at her residence aloud when the prospect came up, though. Instead she made up a random excuse when she nervously declined while casting bashful glances at Sasuke. Sasuke on the other hand didn't want to be anywhere near Naruto's house due to a smell that he was adamant was there when he passed by it before.
“I bet my room is cleaner than yours Sasuke!!” Of course Naruto had protested loudly when Sasuke suggested his house smelled with a defiant look in his eye and an accusatory finger pointed straight at the dark haired boy.
“Do you like making bets that you'll lose, loser? Maybe you're so used to losing that now you set yourself up for failure out of routine” Sasuke shot back with a self assured smirk on his face.
“You think you're so great at everything I'm just as good as you if not better!! Naruto returned fire, as he started to stand to directly challenge the other boy.
Sasuke was quick to answer the blonde ninja “Heh does that burn you up inside loser?” The dark haired boy rose to meet the blonde's challenge. If there was one thing that Sasuke was certain of it was that he could easily beat Naruto in a hand to hand fight and the Uchiha had grown eager to show everyone who'd be leading this team.
Sakura sat there watching the two trade jabs until she realized that she had to stop this fiasco before it got out of hand. “H-hey Naruto stop acting like a baby! We'll meet at your house next time, but this time Sasuke-kun and I voted for his house! Since there's three of us that means that two out of three wins in a vote and you just gotta go along with the majority!” She demanded, which placed the responsibility of withdrawal solely in Naruto's lap.
Naruto, who was glaring at Sasuke, shot a quick glance at Sakura who had also gotten up from her seat to stand in between the two warring boys. Naruto looked between Sasuke and Sakura for a few seconds before he relaxed his stance and relented. “F..fine.” The blonde said reluctantly as the pink haired kunoichi shot him the sternest look that she could muster.
Sasuke gave a victory smirk and Naruto slumped from the weight of the loss. “M-My house is clean,” he grumbled under his breath, not wanting to admit defeat. Sasuke didn't return any jabs at his defeated teammate and Sakura couldn't help but to look elated at the idea of spending time at Sasuke's house.
“We'll see how clean your room is when it's your turn,” Sakura offered happily with a wave of her hand in an attempt to soothe the blonde haired ninja whose ego she knew had suffered a devastating blow. But with the decision made she was ready to put the silly battle and bickering to rest.
“I'll prove you wrong, just you wait!” Naruto finally let out after a silence had settled between him and the others. Sasuke continued smirking which made Naruto feel like he really needed to clean his room for his turn just so he could rub it in Sasuke's face.
Naruto pried himself away from his thoughts and he couldn't help but look around at the disaster that was his room. He made a promise to clean it soon as he got back while he slipped on his orange jumpsuit and shoes. “I'm not going to lose to you Sasuke,” he vowed to himself aloud as he darted out the door and as he ran a tiny thought took root in his mind. The tiny seedling took the form of a weak quiet whisper that had the reason for this morning's activities tailing closely behind it, following it like a shadow. The feeling of embarrassment was threatening to resurface. He swallowed hard and audibly as if trying to push down those thoughts and the feelings that came with them.
He wanted to suppress it. To fight it down and tuck it away within the vault of his mind. Inwardly he hoped that he could recover from whatever it was that was taking over him; these intrusive thoughts and feelings that were stronger than what he felt around Sakura. He could feel a strange sensation gathering itself up deep within the pit of his belly. It could only be described as a thousand small butterflies fluttering their tiny wings all at once.
In spite of what he wanted however the thought wouldn't be ignored. The whisper remained persistent and it was becoming stronger. It had morphed and evolved into a full volumed voice. The jitters that accompanied the thought also dared him to try to ignore them and once again he felt the slight shame that he felt from his previous actions because the boy realized that he couldn't fight it. He listened to what the voice was saying.
They were meeting at Sasuke's house. Did that mean that Sasuke's whole family would be there?