A/N: Takes place directly after that first meeting with Mendoza in Neji's kitchen, in chapter 22 (20-part 3) of Take Me.

These little snippets are meant to shed light on Mendoza as he's seen through other people's eyes. As my first original novel (the one I'm currently writing) will be about Mendoza and his love interest, I thought this would be a good way to familiarize readers with him.

Enjoy! ^^

The Look

Sasuke and Naruto exchanged a glance.

But while Sasuke's was still marveling at the experience of Mendoza, Naruto's was screwed into an expression of suspicion and anger. "Upstairs," he snapped.

Sasuke followed him meekly enough. It gave him a chance to adjust the erection that persisted in remaining.

Once in their room, Naruto slammed the door, turned, and pinned Sasuke with a glare. He was in time to see Sasuke fan himself a few times by tugging on the front of his shirt. Not only that, but the man seemed lost in thought. He could only imagine what those thoughts were about; his eyes dropped to the tell-tale bulge straining Sasuke's trousers.

Sasuke dropped into their armchair and looped one leg over the arm. As inelegant a sprawl as he'd ever seen him in. Life with a commoner was rubbing off, Naruto noted. "Goodness," Sasuke said. "Is everyone you know so impossibly large?"

"Everyone? Who the bloody hell are you referring to?"

"Bee. Ei….Mendoza."

"The hell are you-"

"Then there's you, of course." Sasuke's eyes finally focused on him. "One can't forget how large you are. But it seems most of your friends are cut from the same mold. I say, what is that about?"

Bastard dares to mention him besides. "Mendoza is no friend of mine." He stalked to the chair in a slow march of purest jealousy. Folded his arms. Raked Sasuke's casual pose from head to toe. "What I'd like to know is what that look was about."

"What look?"

"The look you gave Mendoza."

"I'm not aware of any such look taking place."

"Oho. So this," he rested the toe of one boot on Sasuke's crotch, "isn't for Mendoza, then?"

Sasuke's jaw tightened. The feel of that boot was sinfully delicious against his arousal. He shifted, pressing against the sole. "I don't know what you mean." His voice was suddenly low and smooth as silk.

"Hmph." Naruto studied the lowered lashes. The way Sasuke looked up at him through them, chin down. It was the look he wore whenever he was in petticoats and lace. Though the garments were absent now the look alone had an answering erection springing into place. The man is goading me, he thought. Knows I'm jealous and reveling in it. It struck him then, and not just because of the cock beneath his foot, that Sasuke was in a fever of need to be taken. Because of Mendoza. His man was hot as a result of Mendoza. Glory, but he hated that Spaniard. Always slinging his cock where it didn't belong. Looking at Sasuke's desire now was like picking up Mendoza's leavings.

"Allow me to refresh your memory," Naruto hissed, grinding his boot against Sasuke. "That pisser came into the kitchen and your jaw hit your chest. More, you and Gaara each couldn't seem to keep your eyes in your heads. I know lust, Sasuke. I recognize the signs. It's a look I've only ever seen you give to me. Your looks, all of you, belong to me." He gave a final press of his boot. "So I repeat. What. Was that. About?"

Sasuke had to put his head back against the chair on a moan, that boot was so brutal, but the next moment he looked up again. The boot pressed harder. Blood filled his cock, his ass. He was tight and swollen everywhere, and leaking from both ends. "Well, now. You seem to already know. I'll not deny the man is handsome. Beautiful, even. Am I to pretend I don't have eyes?"

"You can keep those eyes on business that concerns you!"

Sasuke dropped his gaze to the prominence at Naruto's crotch. He moistened his lips in greed. "Like this?" He brushed a hand against the bulge.

"For a start."

Sasuke was on his knees at once, Naruto's placket undone, and the red, straining meat in his fist. "Gladly-"

Naruto buried a hand in his hair and yanked his head back a moment before his dripping, panting mouth could surround him. "And Sasuke?"

"Yes." His voice was all impatient breath.

"If ever again I see evidence of your lust for another man, I won't take it kindly. Not at all." He jerked himself forward, burying his cock to the root in Sasuke's throat.