Not Alone Anymore
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in the anime Naruto. I just made up the story.
A/N- Whoo, it's
been a long time since I've posted anything here. I think my
writing style has improved a bit. Anyway, this story will be 2
chapters long—I can't say how soon I will post the second
chapter, but I'll try my hardest to post it as soon as possible.
Also, a warning: in the second chapter, there will be yaoi
(explicit sex between two men). If you don't like that kind of
thing, don't read. However, in this first chapter there isn't
a lot of touching.
This fic could be seen as either AU or not.
When I wrote it I didn't intend for it to be, but as I reread it,
it seems more AU to me. You can think of it in whichever way you
prefer.
Please enjoy!
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He was lonely.
That wasn't anything unusual. He was always alone. As long as he could remember, he'd had to fend for himself.
So why did it still hurt so badly?
Maybe it's because Sasuke had left him too. Naruto had expected him to turn down the invitation to Sakura's birthday party. He had expected Sasuke to crush Sakura's heart just as the pink-haired girl had crushed Naruto's when she'd told him he wasn't invited.
Yet Sasuke had given her an odd look, as if seeing her for the first time, and agreed. Leaving Naruto to talk home alone for the first time in a long time.
When had Sasuke become a part of his everyday life? Always rivals, sometimes friends, constantly seen together arguing about his and that. Naruto hated Sasuke. So why did he feel so empty now that he left the blonde to go to Sakura's house?
Naruto stopped, abandoning the walk home to sit on a bench. A forlorn, unused bench, rather like himself at the moment. He sighed, unwilling to let self-pity take over.
So… if Sasuke wasn't here… what was the next best thing? Well… what about an imaginary Sasuke?
Naruto grinned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. If only his rival knew what was going through his mind now. He felt a little silly doing this.
Let's see… dark hair, in that familiarly messy style. Skin so pale it looked as if the sun never touched it. Dark eyes, the pupils almost invisible.
And then Naruto himself. Blond hair, whiskered face, tanned skin, and blue eyes.
Wow, Naruto mused to himself, we aren't only opposites in personalities…It seems our LOOKS are completely different too.
So, now what? How about… the imaginary-Sasuke and imaginary-Naruto are sparring? Yeah, sparring. A lot of fun with anyone, but even more so when he was competing to beat Sasuke.
Sasuke, knocking him into the ground. Sasuke kissing him softly with those lips…
What?! Naruto's eyes shot open as he returned to the real world. Since when has Sasuke kissing him been in his fantasies?!
He stood abruptly, legs shaking.
Oh my God… Was he actually fantasizing about… about… ugh, he couldn't even say it! The thought of Sasuke and him together, like that, disgusted him!
…Right?
Now that he thought about it… it wasn't as bad as it had seemed during that accidental kiss long ago. The dark-haired boy wasn't actually that bad-looking. In fact, he was almost sexy with that uncaring attitude… his passion only sparked when fighting with Naruto.
No, no! Naruto began walking quickly, the setting sun shadowing his hair and skin dramatically. He couldn't be thinking about his teammate this way… shouldn't be thinking about his teammate this way. Besides, they were both boys.
He instantly dismissed that argument as foolish, though. He'd seen plenty of people together with people of the same gender. Tenten and Temari, Neji and Shikamaru, even his father-like figure Iruka together with Kakashi.
Somehow Naruto's mind had forgotten about denying it. Maybe he hadn't noticed the feelings lying dormant inside him. Maybe he'd always forced the curious thoughts away until they rarely surfaced… but Naruto was fascinated with Sasuke. Not only that… maybe he was even—the blonde shivered—lusting after him.
So… the question was, did Sasuke not mind being with another guy?
Suddenly he blinked. He'd been walking without paying attention to where he was going, and he'd ended up at Sakura's house. The place where Sasuke was currently partying with his fellow shinobi—even if the thought of Sasuke partying made Naruto suppress a small giggle. He swallowed, suddenly nervous.
The brilliant sunset had faded to dusk during his walk, and the gray-blue light shone on the blond as he made up his mind, opening the front door, obviously left unlocked for visitors, and stepping inside.
It was so loud in here. Shit, had the girl invited everyone except Naruto? It was so crowded, and smelled of alcohol. Naruto rubbed his sensitive nose carefully. He suddenly felt alone again. Unwanted.
He was about to leave when he spotted a head of black hair. The person's back may have been turned to him, seated on a stool at the bar, but he'd recognize that thin body anywhere.
Now that he had a purpose, the blond stroke across the room, careful to stay out of Sakura's way. It wouldn't do for her to kick him out now, not when he'd made up his mind to talk to Sasuke. And to maybe—hopefully—find out if he wasn't against being with other guys in that way. Though truthfully, Naruto had no idea how he would figure that out.
Nothing was more powerful than a determined Naruto. His earlier inner turmoil was forgotten, and all he knew was a sudden burning urge just to see Sasuke, to hear his deep voice.
He grabbed the shoulder in front of him, and its owner turned his head slowly. Naruto's heart did a victory dance—he had been right, this was Sasuke! The brunet's face was flushed, his hand gripping a glass of obviously strong liquid.
"What're you doin' here?" Sasuke asked, the drinks obviously thickening his tongue. Judging from the empty glasses on the bar around him, he'd had more than enough to drink for the night.
"Umm, just came to visit," Naruto said cheerily, changing the subject. "Jeez, what's up with you? You never drink. Damn, Sasuke, that's a lot!"
Sasuke's gaze focused on Naruto's face more clearly. "I was lonely."
Naruto met Sasuke's eyes, startled. Sasuke… the great Uchiha Sasuke was lonely?! No way! All the fan-girls constantly swarming around him, the guys trying to befriend him to seem cooler… Even if he had been lonely, he never would've admitted it, and especially not to Naruto of all people.
"Er, Sasuke? You sure you're okay?"
Sasuke's eyes fixed back on his with some difficulty, it seemed.
"Yeah, shut up dobe." Before Naruto could retort to the insult, Sasuke had shoved back his chair and attempted to stand. Attempted. Only Naruto's reflexes kept him from toppling onto the ground in a prideless puddle of Uchiha.
Naruto groaned, letting Sasuke lean his weight on his shoulder. "I better take you home, man. Wanna say bye to Sakura?" He asked reluctantly. He didn't want to confront the girl, but if Sasuke had thought highly enough of her to go to her party, surely the brunet would want to.
Sasuke gave a neutral grunt and shook his head.
"Alright then," Naruto said, shrugging. He put his arm around Sasuke to help support him as he made his way out the door, conveniently forgetting for the moment about his newfound desire for the boy currently only semi-conscious against his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, where… exactly… do you live?"
Silence greeted him. Naruto shifted his gaze to a sleeping Sasuke.
Great…now…I guess I just have to take him to my house. Oh, shit…must get dirty thoughts out of head…
Sighing shakily, he made his way to his apartment, half-dragging a sleeping Sasuke leaning against his body. It was fully night now, and the moon was startlingly white in such a dark sky.
Finally reaching his apartment, Naruto fished his keys out of his pocket with one hand, keeping his other arm steady around Sasuke.
Unlocking the door, he turned on the light and dropped his keys on the counter. Hoisting the gently snoring boy into the hall so he could shut the door, he smirked. SO, the great Sasuke snores. Aww, it's almost…cute.
In his sleep Sasuke didn't look nearly as mean. His pink lips were slightly parted, giving a small tempting look into his mouth. His black hair hung around his face, tendrils of it falling across his nose and cheek. Naruto wiped them away almost tenderly before quickly dropping his hand, embarrassed. Uzumaki Naruto was not tender. He was… strong… and… heroic. Right.
Bringing the sleeping brunet with him, Naruto walked into his room. Nowhere else to put him except… Naruto blushed. Picking up Sasuke with a grunt, he deposited him on the bed.
Contemplating whether to change Sasuke into nightclothes or not, he decided to leave him. It wouldn't do to mistakenly grope him now.
Quickly changing into a loose undershirt, Naruto stared at the bed. Sasuke was sprawled over the sheets, lying on his back though his legs were twisted sideways. One arm was thrown out to the side, and the others back lay across his face, fingers slightly curled.
Naruto smiled gently. Wow, Sasuke really was cute!
He carefully pulled the covers out from under Sasuke and tucked them around him. After closing the window drapes to shut out the bright moonlight and flushing heavily, he climbed in beside him, making sure to keep as much space as possible between them.
He didn't know how he possibly could've fallen asleep alongside the boy he was currently fantasizing about, but did so scarily quickly.
Mmm… the heat was almost unbearable, his shirt sticking to his sweaty chest. And it smelled so good… Sasuke appeared in front of him, a wicked smirk on his face. A pale, pale hand reached out, tracing a burning trail down his neck and over his chest. He couldn't stop a small noise from escaping his throat, and Sasuke looked up, reddened eyes glinting. Sasuke gave a feral grin, stepping even closer and letting the heat crescendo to an inferno. He screamed, his flesh searing, yet he was unable to move back from Sasuke. Suddenly Sasuke was a demon with fire in his eyes and foot-long claws… but somehow wasn't scared.
His eyes slowly opened. From the faint light coming through the crack in the curtains, he could tell it wasn't past dawn yet. He was dimly aware that his body was slicked in sweat. Naruto sighed, rolling over and preparing to get more sleep—it was early, after all.
It took him a moment to realize that there were dark eyes staring into his own. With a start, heat rushed into his face before instantly changing direction and pooling much lower.
Uchiha… Sasuke… was in his bed!
A split second later, he remembered why—and felt foolish for hoping for some other reason for this unusual occurrence.
This whole process of Naruto's thoughts took about two seconds—the exact time it took for Sasuke to begin to open his mouth.
Naruto realized that the man of his dreams (quite literally) was about to speak, and he focused his full attention on the dark-haired adolescent. Was he about to declare his undying love for Naruto? Or maybe ask for some help with a little morning 'problem'?
What actually came out of Sasuke's mouth was what Naruto should've expected he would say:
"What the fuck am I doing in bed with you, you bastard?"
TBC…