(fic) There's a First Time for Everything
This is an older fic of mine; I didn't really have shonen-ai intentions when I wrote it, but Kakashi and Sasuke are the main characters of the story. :) The setting is right around the month-long break in the Chuunin exams, when Sasuke is training for his big third-round fight. :)
Disclaimer: Naruto characters and situations were not created by me; this is a fan work intended entirely for enjoyment and is not meant to be taken as a claim to copyright, nor is any disrespect intended toward Kishimoto-san, the creator and rightful owner. The story itself, however, belongs to me. Please do not copy, download, print or redistribute.
There's a First Time for Everything
a Naruto fanfic
by Yoiko
Sasuke woke with a start, and glanced around anxiously. It was the third night of his training trip with Kakashi-sensei; after three days’ hard work practicing his tai-jutsu, it seemed that every muscle in his body screamed out for mercy every time he moved. It wasn’t the protests of an overworked body that had dragged him out of a sound sleep, though. No, what had wakened him was worse... much worse. Gingerly, he put one hand down the front of his shorts, and found the fabric disgustingly warm and wet.
/Oh, SHIT! Did I wet the bed?!/
He peered over at Kakashi-sensei, but thankfully the man seemed to be fast asleep, his dogeared copy of Icha Icha Paradise clasped against his chest. Using all the cautious, silent skills he’d been practicing for as long as he could remember, Sasuke squirmed out of his bedroll and checked the bedding, which was thankfully dry. Feeling horrified and humiliated, he quickly fished a fresh pair of shorts out of his pack, and hurried away from the campsite to clean up. He’d regressed to bed-wetting after the death of his family, but that had been years ago, and he’d thought all of that was behind him. It had been shameful enough then, but now, at his age! Words couldn't express the degradation!
He stripped out of his shorts, and suddenly froze, holding the sodden fabric in one hand and staring at it in shock. So he hadn’t wet the bed, exactly; instead, there was this weird... stuff. White-ish ooze probably meant there was an infection of some kind, but... he looked down at himself, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He definitely wasn’t feeling any ill effects or fever or anything of the kind. He paused for a long moment, biting his lower lip, then decided to ignore it. If it didn’t go away on its own by the time the training trip was over, he’d report it to a medic-nin when they got back to Konoha--but he wasn’t about to tell Kakashi-sensei that he had some kind of infection in his *thing*.
He quickly cleaned up, washed out the soiled shorts and made his way back to camp, intent on curling back up in his bedroll for the few more hours he had left of night-time. The day would be hard enough, without sacrificing any extra sleep.
~~~~~
“Your concentration is off today,” Kakashi-sensei said, raising his eyebrow as he gazed down at Sasuke, who had just lost his balance and fallen, hard, on the barren, rocky ground.
Sasuke grunted noncommittally and lurched to his feet to try again. It was true; he was having a hard time concentrating. It had just occurred to him that the infection might get worse with all the activity, and he couldn’t help but think how embarrassing it would be to start oozing in the middle of practice. Or maybe white ooze meant he had cancer of some kind. Or maybe it was all related to Orochimaru’s bite somehow...
“What’s wrong with you?” Kakashi asked, as Sasuke fell again.
“It’s...private,” Sasuke said.
As Sasuke rose to his feet yet again, Kakashi clamped a hand on the boy’s shoulder and forcibly guided him toward the log he’d been using as a perch during practice. “It’s interfering with our work, and that makes it my business,” he said. “Now, either spit it out, or else...” He left the threat hanging, and Sasuke shuddered. Or else what? Did he really want to find out?
One look at Kakashi’s face answered that question. Definitely not.
“It’s... I have a... an ailment,” Sasuke said, glancing away. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously not nothing. What kind of ailment? Are you in pain?”
“No...” Sasuke crossed his arms and hunched over defensively.
“Itching? Rash?”
“It’s a... it’s my... this is impossible,” Sasuke muttered, ducking his head to hide behind his hair. His cheeks were burning; if he’d looked up at that moment, he would have been surprised to see an answering blush steal across what was visible of Kakashi-sensei’s face.
/Oh, it’s *that* kind of ailment... that explains him sneaking off last night./
Kakashi paused for a long moment. A kid Sasuke’s age should have seen one of the “special movies” years ago, but parental permission was required for them. Maybe Sasuke had fallen through the cracks somehow... and considering how he was inclined to avoid company, it made sense that none of his peers would have thought to fill in the gaps in Sasuke’s knowledge.
Which left Kakashi with an uncomfortable, entirely unexpected task.
“Um, Sasuke... you know about the changes that happen in a boy’s body, when he’s becoming a young man... right?”
Sasuke nodded, still not looking Kakashi in the eye. He’d had enough opportunity to observe adult male bodies that it hadn’t surprised him much when his own body had started to change. He’d been pleased to notice his voice deepening, and the fuzzy beginnings of pubic and axillary hair; he’d even imagined that *it* was growing a bit bigger, and that he was developing more muscles... though that might have been just wishful thinking, the desire of a young boy to grow into a body like his father’s or his older brother’s.
“Did you ever... uh... did anyone ever tell you about sex?” Kakashi continued awkwardly.
“Mom told me that sex is something special that married people do,” Sasuke replied, hunching over further. “That’s how they get babies.”
“But nobody told you about the process?”
“No...” Sasuke said. “But... I’m not going to marry until after I’ve... until later.”
“H’rm. Uh,” Kakashi said. “Well. There are things you should know, about your body, and... um. Here. Just read this today, and we’ll talk more tonight.”
Sasuke looked up to see Kakashi holding out his favorite book. Hesitantly, he accepted it, and without another word, Kakashi-sensei walked off. Sasuke sighed, puzzled, and headed off to find a comfortable place to sit and read.
~~~~~
/...his manhood rose into a mighty spear of flesh at the sight of her, wet and waiting for him, and he used one hand to guide it, driving it directly into the heart of her need with a mighty thrust. She screamed, and he jabbed it into her, impaling her over and over again.../
Sasuke paused in his reading, and stared numbly into the trees. That was sex? That was how babies were made? It sounded... painful. He looked down at himself; his own “mighty spear” lay quiet under his shorts, but he was certain it looked nothing like a lethal weapon. Was that what girls wanted from him? For him to make his thing hard and *stab* them with it?
/...smiled smugly as the dawning of the sun brought to light the smears of blood on the sheets./
Appalling. No wonder adults were ashamed to talk about this shit.
~~~~~
When Sasuke returned to the camp, Kakashi-sensei was ready for him, with a chart on male anatomy, a pamphlet on the wonders of becoming a man, and an attitude much like a condemned man approaching the gallows. He ran through a brief, clinical explanation of male sexual functions, including a mention of nocturnal emissions that relieved Sasuke greatly, all without stopping for breath. When the speech was over, he paused for a long moment. Sasuke was looking off to the side, in typical sullen teenager mode.
“Ok, so that’s about it,” Kakashi said, relieved. “Do you understand it all now?”
“Yes,” Sasuke said. “And there is no way I’m ever going to stab anybody in the heart with my thing. You could kill someone that way!”
Kakashi slapped his forehead, and as he glumly contemplated the necessity of going into further detail to correct Sasuke’s misapprehensions, it occurred to him that Naruto couldn’t possibly have gotten parental permission to view the “special movie” either.
Well. He’d just leave *that* one for Iruka to deal with.
~owari!~
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