Oh my god. Here I go again with the lame titles! TT~TT

I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE!!!

…Somebody shoot me; I'm turning sappy.

Warning: Full of angst. *sigh* What can I do, I have an angst-obsessed lover for a boyfriend. (~_~) Maybe it's lame, maybe it's not. You be the judge.

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"The Boy Who Cried Love"

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Once there was a boy who always told lies.

And, at first; everybody believed every word he said.

***

He looked at the woman rocking her hips above him as her features contorted in pleasure, soft shivers running through her body while continuously impaling herself further onto his manhood.

Deep, bright blue eyes traveled at the expanse of bare skin exposed before him; long, lavender strands of hair clamped around her sweating face.

Soulless shaded orbs met lust-filled white and the girl pretended not to notice the emptiness reflected within those glassy pools of nothingness.

Cold, so cold… and hollow…

She moved to thrust herself harder, deeper; in her own world of ecstasy she moaned- the last card she had to play-

"I love you."

She opened her eyes, minutely wondering when she had closed them in pain; and opted to stare at the tan, unmoving man beneath him.

He stared back; again with that painfully vacant look.

Desperation seeped through her in waves.

Desolation cursed her gaze.

Yet, he did not look away.

And even as he opened his mouth to release a deep, throaty voice that echoed throughout the mockingly bare room-

"I… love you too."

- the unpleasant shiver of meaningless words ran down her spine.

She smiled- a broken, pitiful and hopeless smile. And he could not help but feel guilty for thinking how ugly she was then, suddenly seeing his own fake expression mirrored on her face.

Not noticing… pretending not to… she quickened her pace and softly cried out her release thereafter.

He closed his eyes tightly.

So tight, he felt the vision behind his eyelids turn red.

The darkness engulfed his prone figure in surges; a soft, haunting murmur in the back of his mind making itself known in that pitch black room,

'You told a lie.'

"I love you, I love you…" the girl continued to whisper in between nerve wracking sobs.

'I know.'

***

He forced himself to believe so too

But he felt empty instead

***

"Hn. Such a flirt, you dobe." The raven man mock-greeted as he saw the blonde boy settle himself beside him in their usual table in the cafeteria.

He tried to force on another grin, that kind of smile that always seemed to break his face apart from the strain.

"Heh, I'm just that good teme!"

"Really now?"

Meeting those deep onyx eyes filled with nothing but nonchalance made him choke, the air suddenly leaving his lungs and the tears he tried to keep at bay earlier almost renewing their tracks on his face.

"Mm-hm. Really, really good!"

"Seriosuly, baka. How'd you it?"

Why…?

Why do you always have to ask?

Can't you pretend not to care? Can't you just pretend not to notice? Do you… really need to clench my chest this bad…? Clench it so hard I'd rather wish to die?

It would have been easier to lick my scars alone, you know.

Just me. It would have been easier.

Like always. Alone.

Not with the person who caused them in the first place right?

"You're asking how, teme?"

…right…?

The attempt to grin again, it was futile; so he opted to turn away from that sinfully exquisite visage - almost demonic in it's charms; the way it taunts him endlessly, tearing his heart to shreds- and face the harmless, transparent window beside him.

He imagines himself curl up into a pathetic ball in that corner.

"You heard me the first time."

The desire to do so strengthens.

"Hehe, just told her I love her; that's all."

And the dark-haired boy let out a small, almost inaudible, laugh. That silent laugh that can make him- and break him. His pathetic undoing. His heartstrings gave a harsh tug as he allowed himself another dizzying grin.

Even if all he wanted to do now was breakdown and cry.

Does it… really not reach his eyes?

"It's all just a game to you, isn't?"

You think so?

"Haha. Yeah, why not?"

He shut his eyes tightly, the crimson vision spreading across his sight.

"Naruto?"

And the guilty voice spoke within him once more,

'You told a lie.'

"Their Ramen tastes gross. I'll buy some at Ichiraku's. See you later teme."

'I told a lie.'

***

He told more lies

To gain what little attention he could possess

***

"On your knees. Do it. Now."

Ignoring the confused expression the boy had, looking very much younger than him by several years; he grabbed the small, shaking body and forced him on his knees down the carpeted floor.

"Do it. Suck me."

The little boy looked like he wanted to cry.

"B-but…"

"But what?" he breathed heavily and clenched the strands tighter making the other one gasp in surprise and agony, "You… said you liked me right? That you'd do anything for me… right?"

Sniffling softly to himself, the younger of the two then proceeded to undo the blonde's zipper; crying even more painfully when the blue-eyed teen shoved his manhood in his mouth without any hesitation as soon as it was free from it's constricting garments.

His cries were muffled and he choked, tears running down his face as he sucked off this man… this man whom he admired, and loved; for so long… so long...

After thrusting a couple more times, the one standing up pulled back and came on the young boy's tear-marked face; sending his white, sticky liquid all over him.

He panted harshly, trying to regain his regular breathing, ignoring the muffled sobs coming from the hunched figure in front of him.

The boy looked up, the semen dripping down the sides of his face.

Cold, so cold… and hollow…

Why…?

H-he… had done what he told him right?

The blonde then leaned down on one knee and grasped the boy's wet face in between his fingers, forcefully so; before muttering,

"I… love you."

The boy smiled, his features glowing in happiness. Completely forgetting just what happened. He inwardly snorted in antipathy.

Innocence is a curse. A blessing wrapped in a sinful package.

The scarred man cringed, hearing that ghastly voice in the back of his consciousness once again,

'You told a lie'

"Naru..to?!"

Deep blue eyes turned to meet a furious shade of coal black. He stood stock still in the doorway, holding on to the knob of their shared apartment.

'Yeah. I did.'

***

It happened once, twice- thrice

Until they grew tired of the boy and left him in his lonely mess

***

"What were you thinking, you dumbass!? Can't you see he was underage!?"

"I know, I know!"

"If you knew then why the fuck did you do something as stupid as that!? To your own Kouhai, no less!"

"It's none of your business, teme!"

"Shut the fuck up you idiot! What's wrong with you?"

It was a hysterical question. He managed an empty chuckle.

So you were this disgusted, huh? How nice of you to express yourself, teme.

"Me…?" Half-crazy now, is he? Oh, he looked like hell no doubt about that.

Sasuke… do you know?

Do you really want to know why?

"Dobe, answer me! What's wrong with you?!"

It hurts, you bastard… It really hurts…

"Why won't you tell me?"

He had your eyes… didn't you see?

"Why?! Naruto, are you even listening to me?!"

Those beautiful endless black that I fell for…

"Tche. It was just a blow job. You overreact too much, jerk."

Those beautiful eyes that I could never have…

"It's… all just a game again then…huh?"

Tension laced the air in thick blankets. The dry humor in those words was evident.

"What else?"

No… he didn't want to hear it… that stupid voice!

Not now, not again; not ever… No…

'You told a lie'

No!

Those pale lips he continuously dreamed about twisted into a cruel sneer,

"Hn. So I thought."

'I know…I know…'

***

In desperation he tried to tell the truth

But not one single soul believed him anymore

***

It was after basketball practice; he had come in to the room, not knowing his roommate had arrived beforehand.

He stood there, halfway through the entrance; seeing the older male's half-naked form sleeping on his own bed.

He stood there, stupefied; not knowing what to do- the pain on his chest coming to a maximum.

Beautiful…

Beautiful,

So heartbreakingly beautiful.

Beauty that wrecks his very being…

To fall would break him-

His lips parted slightly as his chest rhythmically rose and fell

-and for this man, he would gladly do so.

Those mesmerizing orbs yet agonizing all the same in a way he couldn't explain, now sealed shut as the raven sleeps.

The spectator longed to do more than to just watch him; to touch, to feel, to hold… to see if he is real.

Approaching closer and leveling the others face with his own, a gentle scent of soap wafted across his nose.

To be so close like this… the pain was ebbing away, and his mind raced to a million thoughts; thinking, but not really comprehending.

Resisting was out of question, so he leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on the lips.

The softness of those peals of petal-like flesh on his own; it was like heaven.

He took in a much needed intake of breath.

Before pulling back and seeing-

Seeing twin black orbs staring coldly back at him.

His throat constricted once more, that searing heat that lashed at his still fresh scars-

"I… I love you." His voice was nearly dry, fumbling pathetically; unable to control the trembling of his hands in all his vulnerability.

There it was again.

'You did not lie.'

"Love… is not a game." The Uchiha frigidly replied- before walking out.

Out of the door,

Out of the room,

…And out of his life.

'Yeah. I know…'

He didn't notice the dampness of his face then.

'But I was too late, wasn't I?'

***

Realizing his mistake and crying one last time;

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"W-where…?"

"Number 206 sir, just down this hall you'll see him in the emergency room."

The pale raven dashed within a minute, ignoring the other patients and doctors he collided with along the way.

His feet immediately carried him there, not minding the sting it brought to his already throbbing head.

He stopped completely, approaching the other boy on the bed.

A bitter taste ran across his tongue, the feeling of dread seeping through his veins.

But then, he paused; noticing something the other held within his slack fingers.

"…this..."

He pulled out a crumpled paper, crushed inside the blonde's hands.

He wished he hadn't read it at all.

'Do you know who I am, Sasuke?

I am the boy who cried wolf;'

He threw the paper in a rage; slammed his fist on the table beside him hard, so hard he bled- trying to forget that crumpled paper as salty tears ran down his cheeks…

'In the end…

No one believed me,'

…in vain, pathetically trying to erase in his memory those stupid, stupid last words he knew he would remember for a very long time…

'…not even you.'

***

So…

He gladly let the wolf eat him whole,

Ceasing to exist forevermore.

***

-Owari

A/n-

Uhm. O_o.

Okaaay… that was… weird.

Did I just kill another character again?

-Oh my god, I think I enjoy killing people in my angst. -(OoO)- *cough*sadist*cough*

But don't worry he didn't die cuz there's a sequel! For a happy ending or a sad one- I guess that's for me to write and for you to find out (^u^) It's Sasuke's turn to show-and-tell!

Well, if you didn't notice; I tried to write a poem back there. ^_^ Sorry, I said I tried. Eehehe~

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