Author notes: When you get frustrated with your own goddamn fanfic that you're writing, what do you do…? Of course, you write another fanfic.

This is just a pent up frustration over the main fanfic that I'm writing now. I'll probably continue to write about it, but meh…not religiously every week like "Turn me off Tune me out".

Disclaimer: Naruto is legally property of Kishimoto-san. Any kind of their actions, such as fighting, cursing, running away to train with pedophiles, chasing your lov— cof cof, your best friend is just his original plot.

Warning: It's going to have some limes and yaoi, since I'm pretty frustrated from the slow advances of both idiots in the other fanfic that I'm writing. But I warn you, I'm horrible with those sorts of things! Sasunaru.

First Memories

" (muffled sounds)... My dream is to surpass Hokage!! And then, have all the people of this village acknowledge my existence!"

A young blonde wearing orange jumpsuit aligned with pride his hitai-ite while proffering the words that later would be his doom.

Morning birds cheerfully chirped outside his window, welcoming the first rays of light that penetrated through the closed curtains inside his bedroom. His onyx eyes slowly focused on the cream colored ceiling, few strands of damped midnight hair blocked the accuracy of his vision.

"This guy, again…" He slowly raised himself from the king-size bed, his senses shivering with the early fresh wind. Muttering under his breath while walking to the bathroom, the young man washed his face, trying to shook himself from that immersed memory.

Uchiha Sasuke, the one who always had that bizarre dreams since...forever, always questioned himself why would he be blessed (or cursed) with almost daily reminiscence with a certain blue eyed blonde.

It was an absurd, how could he have such vivid and creative mind over something ludicrous about this, stuff like ninjas, taijutsus, chakras and summoning. This is 21st century, why the hell he'd invent something so weird that he could almost count as supernatural things?

Not to mention he dreamed that he needed to take revenge against his brother. His own brother! Uchiha Itachi, his bigger brother that took care of Sasuke since he was a baby, while their parents were too busy to give proper education. The brunet couldn't fathom why the hell he would ever wanted to kill someone of his own blood.

The oddest part is that he always, always, always dreamt about some tanned boy who owned a pair of soul-searing sky eyes. Since he could remember, he always envied and loved that little piece of heaven, searching and gazing through that lovingly eyes.

Today he had quite an innocent dream, probably a past when both of them were still mere children. The boy also had short complexion, a girl with pink hair was taller than him. Sasuke chuckled, when he remembered that this unknown blondie always whined about being tinier than most of the kids of his age and daily drank milk.

Well, although today it didn't hold any kind of…corporal exchanges, there were some days when his dreams wasn't exactly…naïve. He remembered that he liked to kiss that soft, dusky lips, hear the gasps and the moans his kitsune could provide and feel the velvety of that scorching hole that he always loved to plunge in. The composed man tried to calm down his growing blush.

Sometimes, the dreams looked so real that his skin would ting from the ragged puffs coming from that perfect mouth, drinking that sweet essence whenever his lover would feel the highest pleasure and sleep…Sleep, running his fingers through those silky golden pieces of sunlight.

When in his dreams would close his eyelids in tired euphoria, his reality would knock him out with terrible confusion, his mind in haywire and a gigantic problem to be taken care of. It's when he would feel that all that sensations from the previous thoughts would linger until he could never, ever, forget that tanned boy.

Uchiha Sasuke is someone who could pride himself that he never felt attracted to any kind of human being. Womem, for him, were nuisances, pestering him around, while men, well, most of them only lusted him over his physical attributes.

He always thought that he would live a pleasurable, healthy bachelor life, without unnecessary bounds or headaches around, however, his traitorous brain would always evoke that pleasant scent…something that has sunflowers mixed with vanilla…

Sasuke slammed with force the counter on his kitchen. He didn't even meet the person in this reality but he was already addicted by that presence! That didn't make sense.

Opening the cool chromatic refrigerator to pick his orange juice, he couldn't help but to smirk a little from his yesterday leftovers: Ramen.

"Sa…" His skin, already sensitive from all the heat, concentrated all his senses over that alabaster fingers, that were teasing the head of his hard cock. "Ah!" He gasped, widening the space of his legs, while the smirking man ghosted over all over his length with his hot breath.

"Sas…mmmmm…" He closed his blue eyes, darkened by his unfulfilled lust. Without his vision, all of the nimble touches strengthened from his body, leaving his brain in overdrive. "Aaaah!! Sasuke!" He couldn't mutter any other word, couldn't formulate any kind of sentence. His lips only conjured that raven-haired beauty, only Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke…

"What, dobe?" His lover gave an amused chuckled, vibrating directly the most sensitive part of his body. He tortuously showed his pink tongue, flattening it inch by inch coming from the bottom to the tip of his hard-on. He kissed over the swelled head. "Hmm? What happened to your famed blabbermouthed tic?"

"Bast...ooh..." He gave another gasp when the strands of hair tickled all over his region, while that sinful mouth licked his essence that was already forming from his excitement. Another hand cupped his sacks, moving in circled motions, heightening that wonderful sensation of breaching the doors of heaven.

"Sasuke…" Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke… "Sasuke, wh…" He gulped his saliva when the other one bit lightly the tip. "What are you do…ing?"

That dark hue eyes merely raised a slight annoyed stare before glistening with mirth. He raised himself to the cerulean eyes and gave a chaste kiss.

"What? Didn't the ninja academy teach the basics needs of life to you? This is called a blow job, dead last."

"I know what this is it!" He retorted with embarrassment in his tone. His lover merely sniggered back before returning to his previous task. The tanned hands secured briefly that head before running over those black threads of hair. "I wanted to know…why…why are you doing this to me…"

He looked at those pools of dark vortex, pushing him into an endless path. He swallowed with difficulty. To any person who didn't know well the avenger, would think that he was angry with the raised question. Though to him…he knew. Beneath that scowling expression there was hurt…but also love.

And love.

And love. (And obsession)

"Hmm..." His perfect nose inhaled the musky scent of his blonde curls, his exhales invading all of his personal walls he carefully constructed. He curled another smirk before speaking:

"Because." His husky voice touched the nerve of his soul, bearing him naked.

"What do you mean...GAH!" He couldn't continue question anymore his doubts, when a hot, velvety and damped mouth enveloped his male organ.

"I've had enough of your pestering, usuratonkachi. From now on." From above, his azure eyes met lusted onyx ones. "You'll only scream my name." And then, he took all of his member to his lips, rendering the blonde one immobile.

"AAAAH!!Hah...hah...ahnnn..." He became incapable to bridge any kind of connection on his brain. Actually, he believed that his mind already became a pile of mush.

Sasuke hummed in high spirits, while he resumed to administrate his current job. The tanned boy yelled, feeling the walls of his mouth vibrating all over his hard rod. His hips gave a forceful thrust on that puckered lips and the raven conceded that, while he licked all over a sensitive nerve after engulfing the member again.

"SASUKE!" His vision was already unfocused with growing tears and high feelings, while his heart stammered, whether he should cry from euphoria, or shed his sadness from his official mortal enemy in front of him. He shook his head, trying to purge his confused thoughts.

The young brunet sucked. Sucked hard. Sucked, like he was desiring to steal all of his life-force and his soul. He screamed again, all of his body already too chaotic to live in this earth, the desire already full and brimming the depths of his thoughts.

"Close?" It wasn't a question, it was a request. "Then..." His ivory skin raised himself again and lapped his bronzed earlobe whispering erotic words:

"Come, for me. Naruto." He returned to bury his mouth onto his engorged member and gave a last searing suck.

The emotion was too much. Exploding into a millions of thousands stars; he splashed all over the awaiting mouth.

"SASUKE!!"

"UUUUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" His sapphire eyes instantly widened while he raised himself from his bed.

"LORD! What a dream!" Naruto didn't even bother to look at his lower regions. It was wet, for sure.

Shouting all kinds of dirty words he could remember, he hopped away from the cushion and turned on the shower. Since he already…ahem, masturbated, there's no need to be a cold one, so he only tiredly rubbed off his fluids.

He had these kinds of dreams since he could ever remember. Not all of them were…that intense, of course, though every one involved an attractive black-haired man with alabaster skin.

He always questioned himself why the hell he would ever dream from someone he didn't even meet. Sometimes (like today) his emotions were so intense that it'd leave remnants of these visions when he awoke. Some days, the tanned boy could even smell that fresh lavender flavor, combined with rich dark-chocolate, exhaling from that breath-taking man.

Okaaay….musn't get desperate, musn't get desperate, musn't get desperate…why the hell he would have these kinds of dirty mind with a MAN, above all??

Not that Naruto was a one hundred percent straight. He had his quote of crushes with beautiful girls, though it stopped only there. He liked to observe pretty people, but never imagined that he would be intimate with anyone.

That means that he was assexual?

…

Even though his previous dreams proved otherwise.

Annoyed, he grabbed another clean boxer and threw the soiled one in the pile of laundry, preparing himself for another day of exhilarating work.

Author notes: (opens the window and starts to fan herself) Okay…my first lime. Probably sucked. At least I already threw out all of my stress over my main fic. (grins widely) Ok! Now, back to "Turn me off Tune me out".

Since I've written this fic mainly to purge all the pent up frustration, there isn't exactly a secure schedule on how I'll write this thingie. Not to mention that, well, strangely, it's sorta AUish but sorta in Narutoverse. Or is it Narutoverse but centuries later? Whatever.

Oh yeah, in this chapta Sasuke said: "Come, for me. Naruto" I purposely put Come, instead of Cum. Call it a badly placed pun. I'll explain it later. (explained in chapter 11, go there and look people! XD)

Nevertheless, if you guys could…y'know, click on that attraaaaaaactive button and leave a review…I'd appreciate it. (smiles)

See ya later!