Hello Everyone! I'm writing my first Naruto x Sasuke Fanfic here so I'm hoping you all enjoy it. I'm going to do my best to hold back with the raunchiness since I just learned you could get reported for certain things, but uh... okay.

Anyways, here's the first chapter! Read, (hopefully) enjoy, and if you have time I'd love to know what you think about my work. Constructively or lovingly. So~ Here we go!

Sasuke Uchiha was a man of great stature. At least he held himself up to be. Many knew him by name, if not for his sordid past with many broken hearts, then because his family's name was so often heard on the news. "Uchiha Corporation, once again makes a successful merge with blah, blah this and blah, blah that".

It was why the 21 year old was the most popular senior at Tokyo University studying business and mathematics at the top of his class. He had looks, money, power, intelligence; it would be hard for anyone not to feel at least slightly inferior when anywhere near his presence. He was assertive, demanding, cunning, sly, everything you'd expect in the rising leader of the Uchiha family.

This particular specimen was what one would call, the perfect human, whether with admiration or with contempt. There was no denying it. Of course, this particular specimen was one that Naruto could say with all the honesty in the world that he could not stand.

Naruto could have gone his whole life blissfully ignorant to the Uchiha's presence. Why did he have to go to school that day? Why couldn't he have gotten a nasty cold, stayed in bed? If only it wasn't for that day he wouldn't have to go through any of this. He'd be happy, living the life he'd always dreamed of! The life he had before he met that demon. He'd give everything to go back to that time. But…

Lets start from the beginning.

It started towards the beginning of the fall semester. It was like any other day for the 25-year-old blond. He'd gotten up around 6am, which was something he had to master after being known throughout all his school years for being late. Somehow between graduation and now he'd trained his body to actually wake up once his alarm clock sprung to life, albeit it took 7 smashed ones, and 7 trips to the local Wal-Mart for him to understand that killing the machine was not the answer.

He'd gotten up as usual and forgone his usual unhealthy instant ramen breakfast for cereal because this particular morning he actually didn't have a taste for the salty snack. He should've known then that today wasn't going to be just any ordinary day, but he'd shrugged it off being that he was an adult and was allowed to have a change in pallet once in a while.

Finally he'd washed, brushed his teeth until his gums started showing signs of blood and changed into a nicely ironed white-collar shirt and dark blue slacks that felt a bit uncomfortable on his 6'2 rough and muscled body. He blamed his height and build on his father's European blood. Both his parents were Japanese born, but while his mother's family came from Osaka, his father's had come from New York City. His grandmother moved to the east to study anthropology and in that time met his grandfather. The story speaks for itself after that.

But anyway, he didn't mind his height or bright blonde hair, though it made his stick out like a sore thumb. People made more of a fuss over it when he was growing up, but now that he was fully matured he grew into it quite handsomely.

And now he could proudly say he was the youngest professor at Tokyo University to ever be…well a professor. And okay he wasn't a full professor, he only taught two humanities courses: Afterlife and Quest for True Self, which were two very… different courses. Either way it paid his bills and meanwhile he was able to lead a relatively handsome lifestyle. He lived in a modest, yet well furnished home an hour long train ride away from the University that was easy on rent and plenty space for his simple needs. His girlfriend Sakura was beautiful and lived close enough that it wasn't a hassle to get to her, but at the same time he had room to breathe. His parents are kind enough to send him some money from time to time to make sure he's not starving and homeless and his friends are the kind that stick around for a long time.

He wasn't ashamed to say he had it all. Or at least, all a man like him needed.

Thirty minutes past seven he was standing in his driveway waiting for Kakashi, an older colleague whom he'd gotten to be quite good friends with, seeing as many of the other professors weren't interested in mingling with a "kid". Though Kakashi was a bit closer to him in age, being somewhere in his 30s.

However deciding to carpool with the silver haired man may not have been the smartest thing he could've done being that he has an compulsive need to be late almost everyday. Even so, Naruto could forgive him since he did; in fact, enjoy the man's company.

He had recently learned at a staff mixer (which God knows was the worst idea that could have possibly ever surfaced within the faculty committee. Who thought a bunch of stuffy old male teachers in their ripe 40s and 50s would be a blast to clump together in a confined space?) Kakashi had decided to bring his "partner", a male kindergarten teacher, and wasn't shy at all about their excessive PDA. He actually felt a bit sorry for the man… Iruka was it? He couldn't help but think it was the man's bold way of living life that made the guy so interesting to be around.

Ten minutes later Kakashi pulled into his driveway and Naruto was ripped from his inner musing. The music that blasted from the dark blue 2005 Cadillac was the kind Naruto liked: loud and obscene. Something they'd have to cut short once they approached the stuffy university.

The blond hopped into the car with a grin and before he could even shut the door the car went racing down the road with no care given towards the speed limit.

"Yo Naruto!" he turned towards the voice calling towards him. He grinned at the older man closing in. His one and only class for the day had just ended, and he was heading back to maybe pop in to see his girlfriend and do things that boys and girls do. But was happy to detour in his plans to talk to the older man.

Jiraiya was Naruto's unofficial mentor before he'd started officially teaching, and basically taught the blond everything he needed to know about the university and how things worked. He's an old friend of his father's so when he'd learned that Naruto would be working with him he'd naturally stepped in. Naruto was eternally grateful. This school was too damn big for it's own good.

"Jiraiya, what's up?" his grin faded into an awkward smile as he noticed the serious look on his colleague's face. "Is something wrong?"

"Naruto!" the older man grasped both his hands, and Naruto could swear his eyes sparkled. He gulped.

"Yeah…?"

"I need you to do me a very big favor, Tsunade's water just broke." Tsunade was his wife. It's a wonder how an old pervert like him was able to score such a beautifully aged woman.

"Wow, that's great—" he began but Jiraiya suddenly shook him by his tightly gripped hands.

"Naruto, you've finished with your classes right?"

"…Yeah, I only had the one today but—"

"Great!" he cut him off again. "Do you mind watching over my class for today?" If he was correct Jiraiya was in the math department. Naruto was smart but numbers weren't exactly his best of friends. That was the only class in high school that bit him in the ass every time. It wasn't that he hated it, but he was definitely happy with the idea of never seeing an equation again in his life.

Naruto scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Ah, I don't know. You know I won't be able to teach them anything."

"It's fine! I already set them up with everything they need. They're having a test so you'll be doing practically nothing. Please?" And then he'd been given the strangest puppy dog look ever in the history of mankind and had to bite his lip as to not bark out an obnoxious laugh. He shook his head and nodded, something that may have looked a bit confusing for the older man.

"Okay, okay, that's fine, I wasn't doing anything anyways," he smiled, though that was a lie, but he could always visit Sakura later in the day.

"Oh thank you! You're a damn good kid you know that," the older man clapped a heavy hand on the blond's shoulder before digging in his shoulder bag. "Here's the test," he handed a neat manila folder over to Naruto. "My room is right around the corner: room 1123, I'll make sure to treat you to some ramen on your off day!" and with another grin and a thumbs up the man was gone.

Naruto stared at the empty hallway for a moment, one hand clutching the bag around his shoulder, as it had been when he'd been preparing to leave, while the other held the folder close to his chest. He turned sharply and made his way to the direction of the aforementioned classroom.

All he had to do was supervise a test? Nothing he couldn't handle.

When he'd entered the room very few looked up at him. Most had their noses buried into their cellphones, some were talking quietly to one another and a select few gave him a strange look, as if they were expecting him to saddle up and take a seat with the rest of them.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat loudly. It got most of their attention. He was satisfied with that. He turned and glanced shortly at the chalkboard and read the large letters scribbled across: ANALYSIS OF ALGORITHMS WEEK 3. He turned back to the class, and lifted the folder and gestured it towards the class. "Jiraiya had an emergency so I'm standing in for him just for today. I'm Naruto Uzumaki, uh…" there were so many blank stares it was hard to talk, but he continued on. "You can call me Professor Uzumaki, or Naruto is just fine." One girl in the back of the class raised her hand and he nodded at her.

"You're a professor?" was her question, and he restrained the need to roll his eyes. Instead he cleared his throat once more and nodded.

"Yes, I'm a humanities Professor, I just started at the beginning of this semester. Anyways!" he said quickly, not wanting to have to stand in front of these dispassionate students for longer than necessary. He couldn't imagine how an energetic old man like Jiraiya could do it. At least in his course he either got manic-depressive students or the overly enthusiastic bunch, both, which he considered equally engaging. "I was told you have a test today so I'm going to pass that out and you can hand it in to me and leave once you're finished." He said in a hurry and nodded to himself for getting through that in one piece.

Stepping forward he pulled out the fresh print outs and starting from the right corner of the classroom began handing out the test. Once he'd run out of copies he gave the room a once over to make sure he hadn't missed anybody and went around to take a seat at the desk.

There, not too hard was it?

He mentally gave himself a small pat on the back, leaning back in the large chair and staring over at the concentrated group of students. Except, there was one. He'd almost jumped out of his skin when he'd noticed him. He was in the front row, and he was the only one not paying his test any mind, and instead was staring right back at him.

He had dark swishy (for lack of a better word) hair and dark eyes that were as piercing as a newly sharpened blade. His skin was pale and creamy, free of any blemishes from what Naruto could tell and his lips were a pretty pink. Naruto could've sworn he'd seen the kid somewhere but he didn't dwell on it. He was more concerned with why the kid was staring at him so intensely. It made his skin crawl and the hairs on his arm prickle.

Instead of calling him out to make the student focus on his test he silently lifted his left hand and tapped his eye, then pointed downward towards the desk. It was something he came up with to silently reprimand students to save them from a little humiliation and get them to pay attention at the same time. He was quite proud of it. He'd always hated when students were called out just for the sake of embarrassing them. Plus, his method was equally affective. Though the response wasn't one that he'd been expecting.

The dark haired student smirked, his eyes trailing shamelessly down Naruto's body, or at least what the obnoxiously large desk wasn't blocking. He lifted his right index finger and tapped his mouth before pointing downward towards… well.

Naruto's mouth hung open a bit comically for a millisecond before he snapped his jaw in place and almost barked at the boy when suddenly, like that, the boy was diligently working on his test. It was if he hadn't just made a completely vulgar, inappropriate gesture towards a Professor. Naruto wasn't even 100% sure it'd happened with the way the boy had switched gears so instantly. So, without giving it much more thought he let it go. It wasn't his class anyways; let Jiraiya deal with his crazy students when he gets back.

And then time went by smoothly. He pulled out a book fifteen minutes into the test and busied his brain for about ten minutes when the first paper was placed neatly on his desk. He looked up to see that same student, dark hair covering his eyes until a pale hand reached up to push it back in a slow, seductive (?) manor. Naruto leaned back a little, his eyebrow rising at the action, not sure what had just happened when the boy had turned from the desk gathered his things and left the room, tossing him a long look before disappearing in the doorframe.

Naruto sighed in relief, wondering if maybe the student was jerking him around for kicks or something. He could only hope. He looked down at the test he'd just received. The answers were so neatly written you'd think the kid pulled out a typewriter. His eyes scrolled up and down the page until landing back at the top where the name was written just as neatly as the rest along with something else he wish he hadn't seen:

Sasuke Uchiha 030-5766-9940

That is definitely a phone number. Or maybe, just maybe that was apart of his mathematic formula that he had written conveniently by his name at the top of the page, I mean hell Naruto didn't know anything about algorithms.

His cheeks flushed a slight pink as he looked over the numbers. Another paper was placed in front of him and he jumped, his forearms covering the previous test as he looked up at the student. He countered the strange look he'd received with an open mouthed grin, showing all his white teeth and waited for the student to leave before sighing and lifting his arms, revealing the test once more.

Sasuke Uchiha huh? He knew he'd seen his face somewhere. He's one of the sons of the "Great Uchiha Advertising Corporation". The place where many believe it's the family themselves that should be modeling the products. It's no secret that the family is made up of handsome men and beautiful woman. Rumor is, any unattractive relatives are immediately stripped of the family name. Another is that the family never shits because they're incapable of doing such "ugly" acts. A more ridiculous one, but Naruto could remember his oldest friend, Kiba, joking something about constipation when that rumor had surfaced. But of course, those were just rumors.

Anyway, this is no big deal. The kid is either crazy or delusional, and either way Naruto would never have to deal with him again.

The next morning was similar to the last; only there were a slight change. When he'd woken up this time a light arm was draped around his naked chest. He looked over at the sleeping face half covered in a tangled mop of pink hair. He swore only Sakura could pull off that color better than her original dirty blonde hair.

He shifted, letting the arm fall naturally off of him, twisted himself out of the strewed sheets and set off towards the bathroom. First he ate breakfast, again a bowl of cereal he was suddenly craving, took his shower, brushed his teeth, and dressed, this time in a dark blue shirt and black slacks. He looked good; he couldn't help but think so as he looked himself over in the mirror. He grimaced slightly at his birthmarks, three on each cheek. It was apparently due to the botched caesarean his mother had to undergo. He almost hadn't made it, but he supposed these marks were proof of his existence.

Of course they caused him hell growing up. They looked awkward on his small face, almost grotesque, so he'd often hide behind scarves and high collars. But now, he'd grown into them in a way and he was proud to say he couldn't see his face looking better without them. They gave him a sort of charm; at least that's what Sakura said.

But enough of that, he grabbed his bag and stepped out of his home, not bothering to wake Sakura up and let her know he was leaving. She was a big girl; besides, she drove here so it wasn't as if he had to chauffer her home.

And so he waited again outside in his driveway where Sakura's embarrassingly bright sky blue buggy was sitting. Another reason he didn't want to wake her up. He'd rather not ride that thing to school and he knew she'd insist. It was in fact the only car that has sat in his driveway, and he was okay with that. Driving was never his favorite pastime.

Minutes later Kakashi pulled up, music roaring as usual, and again they were off towards the university.

Naruto felt his luck for the day slipping away from him later that morning because suddenly in the middle of his lecture about Socrates and the immortality of the soul he suddenly felt this unbelievable pressure inside his bladder. It was a mystery how he restrained from squirming in front of the class of twenty or so students. But luckily, he'd been able to excuse himself calmly and slip from the classroom with as much grace as one would expect of a ballerina. Which probably looked just as bad as it would have if he'd bounced around grabbing his groin like a fool. But whatever, he'd rather look like he was on drugs than look like he was about to piss himself. Logic.

Once out in the hallway he quickly paced over to the staff bathroom and his face fell. He groaned as he watched the cleaning lady mop the floor, her cart of cleaning supplies blocking the entrance to the stalls. He wondered for a moment if he should wait for the slow moving old woman, but dammit it felt like a minute went by with each stroke of that dammed mop.

So, he turned sharply on his heel and made his way to Plan B. It was always a little awkward to use the bathrooms the students shared, but he considered this an emergency. If he waited much longer he might have to explain to the Dean why he'd abandoned his class for a clean pair of slacks.

He turned another corner and spotted the bathroom. Just in, piss and out. No big deal.

And in he went. The bathroom was empty, thankfully. He quickly paced over to the urinal, unzipped himself and a great shower of relief washed over him. It took all of him not to sigh at the warm feeling. But then the sound of the door opening shook him enough to almost forget where he was supposed to be aiming. He calmed down, doing his best to go as fast as he could as to not make the student feel too awkward, or at least to not make himself feel too awkward because who ever it was didn't mind pulling up beside him and doing his own business.

"You're quite big." A chocolate sounding voice resonated from the boy and the warmth in his body rushed faster than he could imagine to his tan cheeks.

He turned his head and cursed himself for the insanity of this situation. There, smirking with fictitious innocence and arrogance that was overwhelming was Sasuke Uchiha, someone Naruto dearly hoped he would never have the "pleasure" of meeting again.

"Excuse me?" he finally choked out. He then realized he'd stopped peeing, but he wasn't quite finished. Should he hold the rest in and bare it or piss quickly and run? He wasn't so sure.

"I mean you're tall." The dark haired male covered smoothly, nodding up at his height. He was much taller than the Uchiha; though Sasuke wasn't exactly short Naruto had a clear view of the top of his head.

"Right," he commented awkwardly and resumed his peeing. It didn't seem like anything terrible would happen. Though he never was a fan of conversations at the urinals.

"How tall are you?" Naruto frowned at the question. He looked over to see Sasuke flush, turn and stare at him. He quickly looked away.

"Uh, I just want to finish—"

"I'm guessing around six foot…" he trailed, letting his eyes roll upwards at if to access some part of his brain that would help calculate his height. "Mm two, maybe three?"

Thank God he was finished. Naruto flushed and turned to face Sasuke. "6'2, and is there something you want Mr. Uchiha?" he said firmly. Quite frankly he was getting tired of this. Whatever, "this" was.

However, this is where he'd made a fatal mistake. At this moment he realized he had nowhere to run, behind him was the wall to one of the stalls and even if he thought about slipping out to the side Sasuke was closing in fast, much faster than Naruto could process. Sasuke had his leg between his two strong ones before Naruto could react, his firm hands grabbing at the sides of Naruto's shirt by his hips and his face way too, too, too close.

Naruto gulped and leaned his head back, his rough hands shot down to grab Sasuke's and pull them off. Strangely, the kid was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Naruto, right?" he didn't expect an answer. Naruto groaned.

"Please let go of me or I'm going to have to report you," he hated how that comment brought such amusement to Sasuke's eyes.

"Oh?" he quirked a fine brow. "And who's going to listen to the new young professor over me?" Naruto scoffed, forgetting for a second their compromising positions and that anyone could walk in at any moment. He was suddenly sounding like a villain from a cheesy 40s crime movie.

"You're not going to threaten me. I'm not going to let you do whatever you want just because you're a spoiled brat." That seemed to excite the boy more and it for a second, terrified the blond.

"But I don't want to do anything to you. You see…" he leaned closer, his nose tickling Naruto's neck as he whispered, "I want you to fuck me."

The bathroom door swung open and Naruto felt a bolt of energy surge through his arms as he suddenly found the strength to shove the shorter male away. Albeit a bit harder than necessary, but he didn't give it much thought because he was out of there in an instant.

As he exited he wasted no time in getting to his class. His breathing was sharp and his mind was racing. Damn that kid, what the hell was he thinking? F-fuck who? Him? You've got to be kidding!

When he reentered his classroom he was met with worried stares and some bored looks. Neji, one of his more diligent students raised his hand. Naruto stared at it, lost for a second, his mind still thinking about what had happened in the bathroom. It was maybe five or so awkward seconds before he nodded for the Hyuuga to speak.

"Are you okay Professor Uzumaki?" He blinked. Now everyone was staring at him. He really must be loosing his mind. He hoped so! He hoped what happened moments ago in that bathroom was a sick illusion conjured up by some deep down homoerotic piece of himself he wasn't ready to face, because dammit he'd even accept that before having to accept that the top student of the university who's family had power over majority of the university and it's faculty just propositioned sex to him. Asked him outright to fuck him.

"Uh…" he finally spoke and shook his head. Not to say no, but to actually shake those thoughts out of his mind, as if they would come spewing out of his ears. "I'm… I'm actually not feeling too well, just ralphed something fierce in the bathroom." He joked and half the class laughed while the other jumped to start packing their bags. Jeez, was there really that much of a hurry to get out of his class. "Anyway, I'll end the class here for today. I want you all to finish Plato by next class, we'll be discussing more about Socrates' ideas on the body and soul." He finished, and he was proud of himself for being able to regain himself before his students thought he'd really lost it.

And like that the students dispersed, chattering and fumbling to get their notebooks into their bags. Naruto sighed to himself. He needed a drink, bad.

"He what?!" Naruto nodded at his loud friend. Kiba Inuzuka was an interesting sort of guy. His red, triangular tattoos on his face looked tribal, though Kiba admitted he'd gotten them under high intoxication. The only reason he'd kept them was because it magically increased his "body count". Something Naruto was not proud to admit he knew about. He wasn't exactly the sort to be proud of his friend's lecherous ways with women or men, or anything with an orifice that he could stick his dick into. However, knowing him since elementary school, he was able to get used to Kiba's way of dealing with "relationships". "You can't be serious," his friend continued. "That's incredible man! The young Uchiha heir of the great Uchiha corp. wants you to bang him, that needs to be a comedy sketch."

Naruto lifted his whiskey and took a sip. It burned in all the right ways. "What am I supposed to do? I don't even know this kid and he just threw himself at me."

"Well…" Kiba paused to take a sip of his beer. "You could, I don't know, do it?" Naruto choked.

"What? Stop kidding man." He shoved the brunet when he saw the growing grin.

"I'm fucking with ya." Kiba laughed. "Oh wait, sorry I guest Sasuke claimed that already." Naruto groaned, though couldn't help the small upward curl of his lips at his friend's lighthearted laughter.

"I'm serious man. What am I supposed to do?" He felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in and it was seriously depressing him. He'd just started this job and he was in it for the long hall. This is what he wanted, an easy life, teaching about life and living it happily with his beautiful girlfriend and great friends and supporting family and dammit it was mapped out to perfectly!

"Ah cheer up man. He's probably just a loony. He'll forget about you and prey on some other poor unsuspecting soul." And somehow, Naruto found that to be a rational idea. Hell the Uchiha probably only said that to fuck with him, and who's to say he'll even remember their meeting in the bathroom. The guy seemed like the type to play with more than one "thing" at a time.

"You're right," he finished his glass and it hit him strong. That must've been his fourth or fifth. He never kept count, never had to. He always caught a cab home so he was never worried about killing himself trying to get home. And for God's sake he needed to forget what happened in that bathroom. He needed to forget those words. And he for damn sure needed to forget that he'd left that bathroom with a hard-on.