Masochistic Writer

"Neeee-- Sasuke, what are you doing?"

Naruto peered over the Uchiha's shoulder curiously. His fellow Jounin was hunched over his desk, scribbling something, but what Naruto didn't know, because as he tried to look, Sasuke successfully covered it from his line of vision with an arm.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

The blonde let out an impatient huff as he rolled his eyes, but he crossed his hands on top of Sasuke's head and rested his chin on the back of his palms. Sasuke glanced up at him but continued to write.

"Well what are you writing then?"

"A poem."

"…"

Naruto guffawed. "A poem?!"

Sasuke looked slightly annoyed at this. "Yes, a poem. What is so funny?"

"I never knew you were a romantic, Sasuke," Naruto teased, snickering.

The Sharingan user scowled. "Shut up, dobe."

Naruto grinned. "So what's the poem about? Is it a love poem? Is it for me? Why, Sasuke, you shouldn't have!"

"This is not a love poem."

"What's it about then?"

"You willl see."

"So I can read it?!"

"When I am done."

"What's it called anyway?"

"It does not have a title."

Naruto made a face. "Well… I'll read it and then I'll help you come up with a title."

"Hn."

"…"

"…"

"So are you done now?"

"Almost."

"…Now?"

"No."

"What about now?"

"Not yet, Naruto."

"…"

"…"

"…N—"

"If I hear another word out of you, I will shove a Chidori down your throat."

Naruto went silent.

"…"

"…"

"Hey Sasuke, why are you writing a poem anyway?"

He grunted. "Sakura suggested it."

Naruto looked skeptical. "Since when have you listened to Sakura?"

He made another grunt, and a shrug. Sometimes Naruto thought his boyfriend was a caveman in another life. "She said it would be good, instead of having to say how I feel, I can write it down."

"Aa, like a di-a-ry?" Naruto drawled out the last word teasingly.

Sasuke chose to ignore him. He gave his poem a once-over before handing it to Naruto.

"Yosh!" Naruto took it and read it, looking excited. But as he read it, his expression visibly deflated, paled, and looked considerably mortified at what he was reading. The blonde Jounin spluttered. "Wh-what… what the hell, Sasuke?!"

The raven-haired Jounin looked at him blandly. "What?"

He started to quote lines from the poem, his face going from pale to a flustered and horrified one, "'I like it when I sex up Naruto'… 'having him beneath me, screaming, mewling, moaning'… 'begging for more'… 'and when we fight and it leads to sex'…"

Naruto dropped the paper as if it was fire.

Sasuke stared at him blankly, obviously not getting why the dobe was reacting like that.

"Aa!! You – you! Sasuke-teme! You are a masochistic, perverted, sex-addicted bastard!"

Said masochistic, perverted, sex-addicted bastard quirked an eyebrow. "You… did not like my poem?"

"No!!" Naruto covered his face, flushed. "You are a horrible writer!"

"Oh. You could have just said so."

Sasuke crouched down and picked up his fallen poem. He crumbled it up and tossed it into a nearby trash bin.

Shame, really. He rather liked the poem too.

Haha. Inspired from something I wrote for a contest. Well, don't forget to leave a review!