Beta'd by the amazing yourlipslookdelicious.

Chapter 1


Naruto Uzumaki threw his head back and popped three painkillers into his mouth. He stood for a moment, doing a wonderful impression of a dying cat as he forced the small pills down his throat. Then he straightened and rolled his shoulders back, groaning when they clicked. There. Much better. Though, next time he'd remember to bring water. If he remembered anything from health class and personal experience; water always helped a hangover.

As did a big breakfast, Naruto noted, as his stomach (filled only with alcohol and last night's take away from the local chippy) rumbled loudly. The blonde scoffed and wrapped his bare arms around his waist. Goose bumps littered them, and when Naruto exhaled, a small cloud of mist appeared, before disappearing into the morning air. A coat. Next time, he'd bring a coat too. Although, it was a bit too late to remind himself now; especially since Naruto was faced with the exciting prospect of hiking through London during rush hour with blinding hunger and a screaming hangover. Oh, the joy.

He sighed. Perhaps he should have listened to Rock Lee. He had been the only person, dressed in his obnoxious green tracksuit with his bowl hair cut, to discourage Naruto from following the stranger from last night home. Then again, Rock Lee had only been invited to their 'lad's night out' after Sakura's unrelenting persistence and promise that he wouldn't spout out any of his 'power of youth' crap. Well she had certainly lied about the latter part. The guy had spent half the night yelling, screaming and fist-pumping madly whilst babbling in his drunken state about things which no one really cared about. The idiot had then proceeded to throw up, unable to handle his alcohol intake and Choji had been forced to drag him home to a very hysterical Sakura.

Luckily, Naruto had left just before Rock Lee's graceful finish to the night. He'd headed off into the darkness with a stranger and had then proceeded to fuck the adonis, before passing out, waking up with a throbbing headache and then being kicked out of the guy's flat.

Naruto managed to grin despite his headache and leant against the grimy subway tunnel. The nameless stranger last night had been hot! Tall, with ebony skin and a mouth that sucked cock like a porn star. In other words: perfection. He couldn't remember much of his personality though, but frankly, he didn't care either. Naruto had never been a particularly emotional person. His life was filled one night stands and he pretty much was willing to fuck anyone hot and alacritous enough. Relationships were boring, slow and never provided that thrilling excitement that an arbitrary fuck did; thus Naruto avoided them like the plague. And in return, he'd built himself a strong reputation in the gay community of London as the man who slept with everyone.

And whilst Naruto Uzumaki didn't take any pride in his infamous promiscuous behaviour, he definitely wasn't affected by the opinions others held for him. Besides, half the time he was too drunk to remember the degrading slurs various men yelled at him. He was much more content grinding up against a potential fuck on the dance floor than he was screaming and exchanging insults with the occasional judgmental person.

"Yee got any spare change, blondey?"

Naruto glanced up at the thick Geordie accent. Despite the mob of people rushing past in suits, he still made out the figure of a homeless man sat against the opposite wall. The guy looked absolutely filthy. Uncut silver hair hung in slimy locks around his face and distinctive, yet strange purple eyes stared up at Naruto. Sat on a thin layer of cardboard, he gazed curiously back at the tanned man and reached up to scratch his scalp. Naruto grimaced, staring at the hobo's dirty fingers, (the nails of which were coated in a now chipping dark nail polish) and the fresh layer of hair-grease that now coated them.

Despite the bloke's mortifying physical appearance, Naruto gave him a half-hearted smirk. "Nah mate. Does it look like I've got any spare change?" He gestured to his clothing, a thin vest and a pair of black skinny jeans. Even if Naruto had possessed a few spare quid, he wasn't about to hand it over to the resident hobo in the subway tunnel.

"Ah suppose. It wes worth a try though, reet?" The man shrugged.

"How's business doing then, Hidan?" Naruto smiled and nodded at the empty hat which sat in front of the hobo.

"Fuckin' shit! These posh fuckers won't give me nothin'; the cunts." Hidan spat irritably on the ground beside him and sniffed, ignoring the half curious stares which trained on him.

Naruto couldn't help the amused expression that coated his features when he stared at the filthy guy; Hidan was currently chewing furiously at his bottom lip, his yellow teeth visible even from the three metre distance between them.

The two men actually knew each other quite well. They weren't friends or anything outrageous like that. Just two men who often ended up sat or stood opposite each other in various underground stations. And as Naruto often found himself walking home in the early hours of the morning, he often managed to witness the slightly pleasurable, if not intimidating sight of Hidan screaming profanities at some idiot in a suit. Naruto sighed. At least he had Hidan to keep him entertained long after the glow of an amazing orgasm had faded away to nothing.

"Think that's yor ride hyem." he said suddenly, and nodded to Naruto's left. "See yee around, blondey."

Naruto gazed somewhat curiously where Hidan had gestured just in time to witness a blonde girl round the corner where Naruto stood. She looked close to his age; in her late teens with a gorgeous, curved figure that probably had straight men dribbling and clambering over themselves to get a piece of that unblemished skin. Though, it was shame about the face. But that didn't matter as Naruto scrutinised the girl, she didn't look too snobby or rich. Perfect for what he wanted. Now all she needed to do was make eye contact with him.

Come on. Come on. Come on! She walked straight past him and Naruto chewed on his lip. Come on blondey! Turn round!

She ignored Naruto and continued her way towards the gates to the underground. Naruto sighed, ready to turn back to Hidan and curse at him for bringing his hopes up when he saw the girl twist her body round to look at him. Eye contact was made and she nodded swiftly. Separating himself from the wall, he walked after her. Well thank fuck for that. Naruto swiftly closed the gap between them and soon he was stood directly behind the blonde girl as she stuck her ticket into the machine. Pressing his body flush against hers, the gates opened and Naruto forced himself through along with the girl before whispering a quick "Thanks babe". The gates closed behind them and he separated from her.

He noted her quiet chuckle and raced down the underground tunnels, heading for the Victoria Line. Squeezing onto the platform filled with numerous people in black suits, he waited impatiently - rubbing at his temples to try to relieve his still throbbing headache.

Naruto spent his four-minute-wait for tube glaring simultaneously at the woman who had seemingly decided to pour an entire perfume bottle over her head this morning, and the guy, deafening both Naruto and himself with Eminem screaming from his earphones at eight in the fucking morning. The tanned man silently pondered: if he ended up throwing up on the chubby woman, would he get blamed or would she finally get the fucking message that no one wanted to stand next to a perfume factory? Especially if you had a hangover and the smell wafting up your nose made you feel like you were drowning in that one brand of toilet cleaner that his flatmate Tenten insisted worked the best.

The roaring noise in the tunnel signalled the arrival of Naruto's ride home. As he pushed to get onto the metro first, the word 'move' was accompanied by various insults and profanities fell from his lips with ease. He successfully stumbled onto the tube and slumped into a spare seat, glaring viciously at the obese woman as she had reached for the seat also. "Don't fucking think so," he grumbled out and squirmed to get comfortable, ignoring her deadly glare. Leaning his head back, he slumped down in his seat and closed his eyes; anything to make the journey home slightly more bearable.

"This is Warren Street. Change here, for the Northern Line."

The voiceover ran throughout the tube and Naruto wearily blinked his eyes open, staring at the upside-down underground map above him. Two more stops. He yawned and shifted position, pulling a face when the back of the chair caught on the scratch on his upper back. Naruto hadn't noticed it until later, but it seemed that the nameless stranger last night had been very into scratching and biting; if the nail shaped cuts on his back were anything to go by, that is. And the tanned man couldn't decide whether that had been a good thing or not. Sure, having the stranger bite his shoulder when he became overcome with pleasure was a huge turn-on, but now he had to live with the cuts and bruises for the next few days. And he was a hundred per cent confident in the dismal knowledge that Tenten would find as many opportunities as possible to poke at his injuries and laugh while he squealed and swore.

The doors close to him opened and a draft of cool air blew into the overheated, stuffy tube. Naruto exhaled deeply and stared at the people exiting and entering the train with glazed eyes, although he did reveal a victorious smirk when the perfume factory departed with a final look of disdain towards him.

"Excuse me. Could you...um…" Words died on a stranger's lips.

Naruto felt the awkward shuffling of a person trying to fit into the seat opposite him, despite the fact that the tanned man's feet occupied the majority of the floor space near it. Naruto sighed. Couldn't the person tell by his body language that he did not want anyone sitting there?! It was pretty obvious, wasn't it? Because he really, really didn't want anyone sitting nearby; especially today when he was just about ready to punch the snoring stranger next to him. So, he didn't want another unfamiliar person sat opposite him, staring and judging him and his large collection of hickies that coated his neck - and the odd one situated strangely on his cheek. Therefore, as soon as the elderly Asian bloke in front of him had left, Naruto had cleverly placed his feet directly in front of the chair and thus prevented any of the lazy bastards who didn't want to stand from sitting there; except this one, apparently.

Naruto turned his head to glance up at the poor individual who had decided to invade his foot space…and was met with the amazing ass of the guy currently trying desperately to push his guitar case into the overhead racks.

The blonde blinked once, before shifting his gaze up to the red hair of the stranger and then back down to the two round, clothed cheeks that were practically presenting themselves to him. He grinned and leant back to enjoy the view. On second thought, he didn't mind the other passenger sitting there at all. The doors closed, the train jerked itself into movement and the redhead stumbled slightly, whilst Naruto smiled absurdly in response to seeing the material tighten around the ass.

The blonde man's thoughts quickly wandered back to the last time he'd gotten a decent fuck out of a tube journey, and then Naruto proceeded to cringe, horrified. It had been his idiot of a friend, Sasuke. The two had been incredibly drunk and incredibly bored and obviously had decided somewhere along their journey to god knows where that dry humping against the seats would be the only way to relieve their boredom. And it had been. Until the train had stopped, both flustered guys had fallen onto the grimy floor, Naruto had stuck his elbow in chewing gum and an old woman had entered through the nearby doors only to screech obscenities at the duo lying on the floor with lust-filled eyes. Granted, the rest of the journey had been unbearably awkward and the pair had agreed to never mention it again.

He quickly shook the disturbing memory away when a kid began screaming a few seats down, the mother tried to control the screaming child but still earned a sea of glares from fellow passengers. So instead, Naruto continued to watch the redhead; eyes focused primarily on the toned globes of muscle hidden beneath tight jeans; their owner struggling to push the black case into a suitable resting position. The desperate, occasional pants leaving the pale guy's mouth only served to widen Naruto's smile. The younger man really had no clue how appealing he looked and sounded in the humid compartment of the train, did he? Naruto stared at the stranger stood onto his tiptoes and finally sighed, almost dreamily. Was this a gift from god? The redhead bent over to push at the case from a better angle and Naruto beamed. Apparently, it was. Some alien force was definitely in his favour today. God, it was almost encouraging him to interact with the smaller man; practically begging.

And, well, Naruto was never one to turn down an invitation. And the ass, moving oh-so-perfectly in front of his face, might as well have had a neon sign tattooed to it that said 'fuck me'. The tanned man licked his lips and stood up. If the shorter guy needed help, then Naruto (being the good citizen) was more than happy to help. Specifically if he got something out of it.

He pressed himself up against the man and felt him freeze. "Here, let me help," he whispered into the redhead's ear and reached around to push the guitar case into the overhead racks. The redhead remained stationary, hands clenching and unclenching helplessly by his sides - eyes glued to the window which conveniently provided them with a faint reflection of the two people. Wow. Naruto stared back at the teal eyes inspecting him cautiously. A hot body? And a model-like face? Now that was a rare package. Most guys normally had one or the other. Or neither.

But the lad's comportment was certainly weird. The blonde had expected to have been pushed away by now, or…if the guy was as willing and daring as Naruto, he would have pulled him closer, perhaps even smirked and told the tanned man a time and place. But this stranger did neither? Naruto cocked an eyebrow at the rigid behaviour… but then he came to a conclusion and his eye twitched in response. No way. No fucking way. He was not a…was he? So before the blonde allowed the grin that ached to plaster itself onto his face, he permitted himself to breathe gently across the redhead's neck. The hairs there stood up and the guy chewed at his bottom lip. Naruto's eyes widened.

Virgin?

Okay, this was too good to be true. Was Naruto about to now collapse from a sudden, spontaneous heart attack? Because frankly, thinking back on his ridiculously good luck today, that wouldn't have been a surprising turn of events. Was he about to die on the filthy train floor, thinking about the glorious ass he'd seen whilst some fat, hairy guy attempted to resuscitate him before he fluttered helplessly into the afterlife? Naruto waited quietly, anticipating the moment when his life slipped away from him. Ten seconds passed. Nope. Still alive? Okay then.

"O-okay. Erm…thanks." The pale man stammered in response, eyes following Naruto wearily and as the blonde lowered his arms - allowing himself the reward of holding onto the stranger's hips momentarily before letting go. The skinny man let out a huge breath he'd been holding and tensed against the blonde.

Damn...this man was so gay. Naruto resisted the urge to cheer loudly, or to lean over to the snoring man, slap him awake and yell it into his drooling face.

So instead, Naruto rolled his hips, once, then twice, against the redhead. The redhead's eyes widened comically and Naruto simpered behind the man; fucking hell that felt good. "It was no problem, sweetie," he murmured quietly, feigning innocence and moved to sit back into his seat before some fat fuck decided to steal it. The stranger sat down swiftly opposite him, his lack of eye contact and the heavy blush coating his pale cheeks allowed Naruto to confirm his initial inquiries. It took the entire journey from one stop to another before his blush finally settled down into a gentle pink hue that sat on his cheeks.

Yup, he was definitely gay. A straight man would have sent him hurtling to the ground with blood dripping from his nose at the first thrust at his ass. Naruto bitterly remembered how Tenten had laughed hysterically at his broken, wonky nose when that had happened once; tapping teasingly at the bruised flesh before sending him to the hospital, thoroughly humiliated.

And a virgin: a blushing, innocent, squirming little virgin; the icing on the cake, or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. Naruto grinned at the guy sat opposite him and the redhead almost seemed to shrink back in chair, face now having turned a vibrant red colour. It sort of matched with his hair.

Now, Naruto would never tell anyone, but virgins were a particular favourite of his - contrary to the popular belief of his friends…and probably most of the gay community in the area. They believed that Naruto liked guys who matched the blonde in his level of experience, men who gave as good as they took. And that wasn't necessarily a lie. Just, virgins often refused to touch Naruto with a ten foot pole. This was due to his uncanny reputation of dating them, fucking them and then dumping their not-so-virgin asses with nothing more than a quick "goodbye" and gentle pat to their still-sore backsides. So therefore, Naruto, being the type who always wanted what he could not have, had become particularly fond of them. Particularly the way their nervous behaviour forced them to clench involuntarily around Naruto when the first waves of pleasure ran through their unmarked bodies and their eyes rolled back and they whimpered and…

"This is St Pancras. Change here, for the…"

The doors opened again and Naruto, unaware of the manic smile coating to his face, stood up. Only when he stood on the cooler platform, did his smile shrink and slowly slip from his face. He turned round just as the doors of train shuddered shut and the metro began moving again, unsure if the redhead had followed him off the train or if he'd remained in the company of the snoring man in the steamy compartment. Naruto shrugged. Oh well. It had been interesting while it had lasted.

The young man paused near the ticket gates, impatiently pursing his lips together until he saw the lifts next to him open and an elderly woman emerge in a wheelchair. Bingo. She headed for the specially designed gate and he trailed behind her before appearing behind the chair, ghosting his hands over the push handles and pretending to fill in the role of a good-hearted grandson. The ticket man waved him through with a bored look, eyes quickly falling back down to the mini-television in the booth next to him, completely unaware or probably just uncaring of the fact that the woman's black hair and Naruto's own blonde locks made them unlikely relatives. He entirely missed Naruto's cheeky smile. The blonde let go of the wheelchair and headed out of the station into the open, cool air.

He walked beside the various bus stops; assessing if he could manage to bribe a fellow passenger into paying for his ride. He gazed hopefully at the people in the crowd and a blank sea of faces in identical suits stared back. Okay, maybe not then. He paused and kicked a stone pathetically across the concrete, watching it roll off the curb and into the street. He then sighed and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Excuse me?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed at the familiar voice and he spun round curiously to face the speaker. Oh. Conversant red hair and teal eyes peered back at him and Naruto felt his smile re-appearing. Well, hello virgin, Naruto wondered if his predatory stare was painfully obvious, as his eyes roamed hungrily along the guy's body, or was the redhead as oblivious to his blatant advances and urges as Naruto hoped he was. Otherwise, this encounter could quickly turn from something out of Naruto's wet dreams into an obstinate meeting that he'd no doubt end up spilling on one of his drunken nights out.

"Yes, sweetie?" He forced his eyes to lift from the stranger's general groin area to stare into his eyes, which were actually very beautiful if he thought about it. He then found himself great entertainment in the way the redhead flushed at the silly nickname before bowing his head and mumbling at the ground. Naruto had to strain himself to hear the words.

"Could you look after my guitar for a second? I wanna grab a quick coffee before my bus comes, but obviously…" He gestured at his occupied arms, filled with bags and folders and gave a small sheepish smile; it was slightly endearing, yet also cute in a strange sort of way. "And you helped me on the tube before so I thought that maybe…erm…" The voice trailed off.

Naruto reached for the case, hooking a muscular arm around the strap and pulling it to rest comfortably on his shoulder. Wide eyes stared up at him.

"Sure!" He smiled and nodded encouragingly.

The stranger excused himself and headed swiftly to the nearby Starbucks. When the smaller guy entered the café to place an order, Naruto's eyes followed him. Or more specifically, his ass.

Maybe now Naruto could ask for his number. After all, it seemed like that man hadn't yet been traumatised by Naruto's forward approach. Maybe, he was just waiting for the blonde to make the first move. Naruto chewed at his bottom lip thoughtfully. Yeah, he'd get his number. It was about time the hot guy popped his cherry and relinquished his tight hold on that virgin title that followed him around like a love-struck puppy. You see, a virgin of eighteen or nineteen could be seen as cute, possibly a challenge and this redhead was a prime example of that. But a virgin in their twenties; that's when it got a tiny bit creepy and you couldn't help but wonder what sort of strange dysfunction they harboured that prevented anyone from wanting to pound into their tight ass. Or at least, that was the case in Naruto's mind. So then, as long as you continued thinking with this same mind-set, you could argue that Naruto was merely trying to do the stranger a favour.

The young man beamed at his plan and waited eagerly for the redhead to emerge from the café. He heeded the bus that pulled up beside him no attention…until the young man, carrying his steaming coffee emerged from the café and glanced up. Naruto watched his eyes widen in shock as the red head hitched the bags around his arms to rest higher up and began jogging towards the bus.

Wait. What?!

The tanned man stared silently at the stranger rushing for the bus, until he remembered that he too was graced with the power of human speech. So he raised a toned arm and waved madly at the younger man.

"Wait! Er…" What the fuck was his name?! Crap! "Erm…you! Redhead! I still have your guitar! Hold on! You'll forget -!" The doors of the bus slid shut and the vehicle proceeded to pull out of the drive and make its way down the road, leaving Naruto, wide eyed and gaping, hand stuck awkwardly in the air in a pathetic attempt at a wave. His mouth snapped shut and his hand lowered down whilst he pretended to scratch at his head and pretend that he had not just screamed across the street, only to be ignored. A nearby brunette haired girl giggled loudly and Naruto lifted his middle finger at her and growled, causing the girl to freeze before fleeing back to her mother.

What the hell was he supposed to do now? The weight of the guitar on his back now felt unfamiliar and odd. Naruto contemplated taking the case to 'lost and found' before changing his mind, turning round and facing in the direction that was closest to home. If the redhead had left the guitar, then it meant that two young men had to meet up for him to retrieve it. All Naruto had to do was pray that the young stranger possessed a few brain cells and had written his contact details inside the case. Naruto grinned before scowling at the strap digging into his shoulder.

Now, how the fuck was he supposed to drag the guitar case home with him?


Eeeh, my first long NaruGaa fanfic, it's been in planning for quite a long time. Hope it's well received! Thanks for reading. Review please