A/N: Hey you guys! Guess who returned after..uhm.. half a year... As an apology to those still waiting for an update for my other stories and disappearing I present this. I hope you guys enjoy it and there will be a lemon in the next chapter. Thanks to those who have reviewed on Lover's Contract. I cannot tell you how much it makes me happy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter

Warning: Male on Male action between two sexy beasts using two other sexy beasts for their own pleasure #smirk# and possible Cursing

A little Angsty, but I promise the Humor and the Yaoi makes up for it.

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Edited: Beta-MoreThanABitCrazy29 3

The atmosphere in the small building in which I worked was serener as opposed to the chaotic morning and earlier afternoon. Most of the rambunctious demons had gone home since many had to prepare for school the following day, leaving a few parents and their more behaved children occupying the red-beige booths. The only sounds ringing through my ears were the various arcade games, soft chatter, and the annoying songs put on replay sung by a giant rodent. If you had already guessed what kind of place I work at by the last clue, then I applaud you.

Chuck E. Cheese.

A place where evil spawn with runny noses, drooling mouths, and sticky fingers gather while their spawners let them run loose like desolate beasts that have been incarcerated for eternities. Now, I adore children, don't get me wrong, but there are just some who need to be disciplined. Their parents as well obviously because they think letting their children embezzle other people's tokens and producing calamities are ok. Just the thought made my veins throb and hands clench in annoyance.

I finished wiping the last of my tables, rubbing my forehead in the process as I threw the filthy pink rag into the trashcan. I hung the bottle of translucent sanitizer onto the small rack and closed the cabinet shut. As I entered the kitchen, I swiftly grabbed the plastic cup filled with dark soda and consumed it, disregarding the foam and prickling it sent through my throat. From the corner of my eye, I saw a middle-aged man and his son observing the various toys and trinkets through the glass as, I assumed, the father pointed out what the young boy could get with the amount of tickets he had.

Seeing as no one else was going to approach the small family, I brought it against myself to relieve the tired middle-aged man from his irresolute son. I smiled politely as I approached them, and grinned wider when the middle-aged man sent me an expression of pure reprieve. I grabbed the purple calculator, leaning down, as to ask the small child for his ticket. He looked up with wide, timorous, brown eyes. His flushed cheeks tarnished with crusty tomato sauce and dried ice cream. He slid the piece of paper across the glass; I glanced at the number and quickly calculated it.

"Uhm," he began to speak, stumbling over his speech as he voiced," Can I, can I have that?"

He pointed with a plump finger towards a small trinket which used up most of his tickets. His father, quiet most of the time, smiled at me as our eyes met. There was a glint that I recognized, and I already felt the exasperated groan making its way up my throat.

"So, how many tickets are you worth to take home?" He asked abruptly, grinning vivaciously.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm only kidding, no need to get all nervous."

The look in his emerald eyes said otherwise. I held in the disgusted shudder, ignoring his disconcerting comment, and turned to get the boy the small item, which required me to bend down. I could feel his burning, lustful, gaze on my ass. What an embarrassment! And in front of the other customers who had approached the stand! I quickly gave the boy his toy and gathered all my willpower to turn to his presumptuous parent. The father was shameless in his pursuit, regardless of the fact that I was blatantly giving him a glare when he repeated his question.

"No seriously, how many tickets are you worth to take home?"

And before I could answer, someone appeared behind him. It was a woman, with the same brown eyes as the oblivious child. Her lip curled as she practically snarled at the jade eyed man. It instantly clicked.

His wife.

She looked royally pissed. I felt remorse for her, having a flirty husband was not easy I imagined, especially when he swung both ways. It took me a while to leech off the husband, but I finally managed to do so. I turned to my manager, asking if I could clock out. I received a frivolous nod along with a grunt as he continued to jot something down. I quickly did so and grabbed my things. I walked down the narrow hallway until a certain raven blocked my path with his broom. I huffed in impatience, what does it take for a guy to get out of work?

Well, clearly a great deal.

"You are not going to wait for me?"

"Sorry, but I already made plans with Kiba for tonight," I apologized wholeheartedly. It had been ages since the last time I hung out with the dog lover and genuinely speaking, a minimum amount of space was desired to breathe. He sighed, rolling his onyx eyes, as he wiped some sweat off his forehead.

"I noticed you were hit on again. Damn perverts," he started with a perturbed grunt, but I hushed him with a finger pressed against his thin lips, smiling as I leaned in closer as to whisper in his ear. I knew if I let him continue, it would just upset him even more.

"Goodnight, Sasuke," I murmured, chuckling tenderly as I saw his cheeks taint with light pink blush. I pressed my hand against his warm cheek and delighted in the tranquil expression that settled in his habitual sullen features. His eyes fluttered shut for an instant, leaning into my palm as I brushed my thumb against his skin. We then gazed yearningly at each before I continued walking towards the doors, dismayed that the moment had to end. I snubbed Orochimaru's glare as I exited the building. The man was waiting for Sasuke who, unfortunately, was stuck with closing for the night.

The cool air hit my face; I relished the breezy wind, closing my eyes as I inhaled it in. The aroma of fresh grass and dirt intermingled together, creating a delightful sedative sensation. I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people; you can set your watch by them. And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting.¹

xXx

Many just assume in which the roles my lover and I play in because of our appearances. Now, I am not entirely denying the fact that I do, in somewhat urgent situations, play the docile and lustful uke, but people would certainly be surprised at the fact that even I can transform into a beast hiding in sheep's clothing. Although, the number of times my inner beast got the chance to be released from its confinements can only be counted but on one hand, I digress.

Being a man can also be tough, even more so when two men involved in a passionate relationship have pride the size of the world. Believe me; it was not easy for me to take the "woman" role in the bedroom no matter how many people said so. My bubbly personality and my outward appearance personified the perfect uke and my lover's more masculine features and stoic expressions undoubtedly did paint a picture of a perfect seme. But, there is a saying, a wise suggestion to those who are easily fooled.

Never judge a book by its cover.

xXx

"So, let me get this straight, Sasuke—"

"Uh-huh."

"—And you—"

"Mhmm."

"—Have been lacking, in the, uhm, bedroom department for a while now am I correct?"

"Yeah, pretty much," I concluded.

We were currently sitting comfortably on his bedroom floor playing some videogames as I explained the present unbearable rut in my relationship. Kiba and Sakura were the only people who knew of my sexual orientation and of my secret relationship with Sasuke. Although that certain aspect never affected our relationship before until now, we were content with how things were. That is, until I stopped frequenting Sasuke's bedroom. Sex never did seem important to me since pleasure never interested me, but when Sasuke laid his hands on my virgin body, it was hard for me to say that afterwards.

Maybe this was punishment.

I was too indulged in my personal carnal desires that maybe it was God's way of saying we needed a break. The only problem was that it was Sasuke's reactions that bothered me the most. Just the slightest hints of lustful advances made him pale and cringe as if he was disgusted. It hurt me terribly that I had been trying my best to avoid him. Only problem was, we went to the same school, had the same classes, lunch period, and worked in the same vicinity.

Maybe the fire had dimmed.

With that single thought, I heaved a heavy sigh. My eyes saddened at the feeblest thought of our relationship becoming no more. Kiba, losing interest in the game, turned to me with a huff. He threw his head back as he gazed at the ceiling. His dark brown eyebrows were knitted and his lips pursed as he thought of the next advice he could possibly suggest. He then chuckled softly, and then laughed louder, until he looked at me with a sparkle in his eye. He grabbed me by the shoulders; an idea clearly could be seen.

"I know how to resolve this! Aneko!"

"Ane— who?" I asked, confused as to whom this person he was referring to.

"Aneko; rumor has it, that there hasn't been a failure in what he does. He's this magical love guru that has been solving all these relationships in school! We should ask him, or her, for help!"

"Dude, I don't even know who he is, or how to contact him for that matter. For all we know, he could be a phony who haggles with people's money. And why did he call himself Aneko? Isn't that a girl's name? Makes no sense at all—"

"It doesn't matter what his name is. Point is he can help you."

"I don't know," I said uncertainly, eyes shifting from side to side, "I feel like I can't trust this…Aneko."

"Just give him a try," Kiba begged, "This has been putting a strain on you both, I can tell. I just want to see you happy, man. I know how to contact this guy. Meet me tomorrow at the front gate, I'll take you to the parking lot behind the abandoned theatre and bring Pocky, lots of it. C'mon, it's getting late. As much as I want you to stay over, I value my life far too much to have Sasuke murder me in my sleep. Jealous bastard."

I rolled my eyes as he walked me to the door. Once he bid me goodnight, I stuffed my hands into the pocket of my jeans and sulked into the night. My apartment was a few blocks away, so I wasn't scared of missing the train like I used to. Maybe Kiba was right. Maybe this 'Aneko' persona could help me solve the troubles in my relationship. I sighed, looking up into the night sky, observing how the clouds masked the bright moon and blocked the stars.

The best thing about loving and being hurt is that you get to know what true love really is. For as gold is tested in fire, and so will love be perfected in pain.²

xXx

I walked towards the main entrance of the lavish campus, hands clutching tightly onto the single strap of my backpack and an anxious expression plastered on my face. I had avoided Sasuke like the plague, which was surprisingly easy. I grabbed onto anyone I knew after each class period; shouting about a nonexistent assignment or a fabricated emergency, and using the throng of students as a blockade between us as we all tried to wedge our way through the small doorframe. I had switched seats with other classmates, much to his and my teachers' annoyance, and had eaten lunch in the last place I knew my beloved would check.

Enthusiastic students and weary teachers hustled past me. Their grim faces and obnoxious grins zooming past my vision; the entrance crowded with gaudy cars and people. My ears rang from the loud honking and chatter. Bicyclists and skateboarders bustled by me, almost bumping into me. I scanned the area, narrowing my eyes as I tried to pinpoint my idiotic friend and, internally, hoping to find a certain Uchiha. I finally saw Kiba standing not too far away from the congested entry, pulling his white collar from his sweaty neck. He had taken shelter under a vast oak tree from the hot glaring sun.

The weather was mildly unpleasant with blue open skies and no cool winds. The heated smog of the cars and the massive bodies of strangers packed together didn't help the sweltering feverishness any less. My pace slackened as I approached the canine lover, a relieved smile making its way onto my features. I was only a few feet away from the brunette when I heard someone shout my name. I stiffened instantly and I knew from the look on Kiba's face that I didn't have to guess who it was.

I turned momentarily, ignoring the loud voice in my head that clearly told me not to, and gulped when I saw the raven-haired teen pushing his way through the crowd. Sasuke looked incredibly sexy in his summer uniform, with the first few buttons undone, revealing a pallid muscular chest. I could clearly see the rest of his sculpted body through the flimsy white shirt that hugged his frame beautifully. I saw a drop of sweat sliding down his flushed pale cheeks to his strong neck, licking my lips on instinct and wishing I could taste his salty skin. I shook my head, snapping out of my daze, worrying my bottom lip as I deterred my eyes.

No, I can't give into temptation! No matter how delicious the raven looked.

He was staring straight at me, his resilient gaze never averting until a group of giggling girls blocked his path. I saw from the way he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white that he was getting impatient. Sasuke snapped his head upwards, his coal eyes narrowing into a glare full of hurt and suspicion.

I opened my mouth, but closed it again, my throat going dry and my mouth full of cotton. I knew nothing could justify my actions for today. Kiba grabbed my arm, pulling me into the opposite direction as we stumbled to get out of sight. I heard him mumble under his breath, but I didn't pay attention to what he was saying. I was too busy staring at the Uchiha who was fruitlessly prying off hands after hands off his arms.

xXx

The ride to the abandoned theatre was silent and awkward. I sighed as I covered my eyes with my hand as I used the window as leverage. The sudden sensation of gloom filled my being. I was trying to make an effort to save my relationship. I realized then and there that I couldn't even remember the last time I had touched the possessive Uchiha in an intimate manner or vice versa. I missed having to always pry off the raven from taking me at every chance he got. The sound of the car screeching to a stop snapped me back to reality. I recognized we were parked in a shabby parking lot.

"Naruto, if this is too much for you—"

"No, No, I can do this. I have to finish what I started," I stated firmly, staring off into space.

Kiba nodded, his concerned brown eyes drifting from my unreadable expression towards the approaching automobile; the furrows of his black brows made a crinkle between them. His lips were slightly parted and for a moment, out of the many sounds I was hearing, I thought I could hear his heavy breathing. I slid my hand down so it was covering the handle. My blue eyes locked onto the tall figure that had stepped out of the car.

"Are you ready Naruto?" Kiba whispered, eyes shifting once again.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

I unlocked the door and swiftly advanced in the direction of the hooded being. My pulse quickened and my blood pounded in my ears with each step I took. This was it. Some way or another, this person will fix my despondent problem. Everything will go back to the way it was; the way it's supposed to be. I stopped a few feet away from the stranger and simply held out the plastic white bag full of Pocky I had bought this morning.

I nudged it into his direction, coaxing him into coming closer. The hooded figure didn't take the bait. He straightened his back, his hands in his pocket, as he simply stared me down. The man was dressed in black, typical. I couldn't see his face, or more specifically from the ridge of his nose to his eyes. He was pale with thin lips and a sharp nose.

And when he spoke, it was like the smoothest and luscious voice I had ever heard.

"What is your reason for contacting me?"

I quirked an eyebrow in confusion, did Kiba not tell him? I felt unsure, retreating the bag of treats I had so confidently shoved in his direction just a moment before. I scowled at the stranger.

"I thought my friend had explained the situation," I said sharply. I saw his mouth turn in a smirk, the edges of his lips raised lightly.

"I wouldn't be asking you if your friend had told me already, idiot."

I reddened at his insult in anger. I threw the bag with a growl, seeing it hit his broad chest before falling onto the ground in a heap, its contents scattered.

"I knew this was a waste of time!" I shouted, glaring at Kiba as I turned my back on the stranger. Before I could take a step forward, a hand caught my arm. I felt my heart race and turned to see him holding a book. I looked at it as if it were something dangerous and glanced upwards.

"What is that?"

"A book."

"I know what a book is, bastard! I'm asking what it's for."

"Well, a book is for reading obviously."

I clenched my fist, shaking with irritation as I felt the last reminiscence of composure leave my body. My veins throbbed at how stupid this bastard was being. Knowing that if I ask more questions will only lead to me beating his ass into a pulp, I snatched the book.

"I can't believe I'm actually taking this. I wasted my precious money that I could have spent on delicious ramen on some stupid pocky and for what? A stupid book," I grumbled angrily.

He grabbed my wrist suddenly, gripping it tight with his free hand and leaned next to my ear. His lips grazing my skin smell, intoxicating me as it filled my nostrils with his sweet fragrance.

"Read this, Naruto, and all you have to do is recreate the magic," he whispered, smirking as he left me standing in a daze.

I heard shuffling behind me, but I was too busy analyzing the book in my hand. It was thick with a childish tan cover; a boy with round glasses and dark brown hair flying on a broom.

"Harry…Potter?" Kiba read.

"What the hell is this?"

"It could be some weird child porn with broom fetishes."

"I highly doubt it. I think it's just a children's book," I said, rolling my eyes at the idiot who was grinning from ear to ear. "How in the hell is this supposed to help me! Talk about a rip off! Recreate the magic my ass!"

So, next chapter is almost done, I just need to finish the lemony goodness and then I shall post it for you lovelies. The speed in which I finish depends on your response (reviews) #winks#