Disclaimer: Naruto and all other characters are not mine. The events mentioned from the manga are obviously not my creation either. Everything but the fic itself is owned by the amazing Masashi Kishimoto ©

Warnings: this story is rated M for yaoi (NaruSasu) and adult language. The first few chapters may not be hardcore smex, but it'll get there. If you don't like this pairing, or have homosexuality issues, leave or read at your own discretion. Also, the fluff bunnies will come out at around ch. 3. You have been warned by teh Lara ;)

I don't know when it was that I fell in love with you. It's so hard to pinpoint the exact time now. All I know is it seems like I've loved you for years. Not a fiery, fierce take-over-your-life kind of love though. No, more like a slow and steady consuming passion sort of thing... if you get my drift.

So it's Friday night now... hmmm about 12:30 am and it's raining outside. No, correction- it's pouring out there. It's been years since we've seen rain come down with such intensity. But if there's one thing you know about me is my fascination with weather. Not any kind of weather - the extreme kind to be accurate. Heavy, slow falling snow makes me feel inexplicably happy- odd I know.

But hard, fast, beautiful rain...that's a whole different story baby. Different in that it makes me think of you. A lot of things have that effect on me- especially recently. Then again, if I really have been in love with you for years I shouldn't be so effected by you all of a sudden. But I am.

Ugh. You've been on a mission for a few weeks now and it's disconcerting to say the least. I've just spent four years without you - waiting for you to come to your senses and return to me, hoping that deep down you were the same boy I fell so hard for, and praying to every god I could think off that you were safe. After a while, a lot of people - including Sakura had said you were a broken boy drowning in everything- revenge, death, hatred, all too much too soon. Kakashi tended to agree with her, they weren't giving up of course, "just saying".

Hmm... that angered me more then anything. You are stubborn, arrogant, temperamental, and too insightful for your own good baby. But broken? You have seen death, been so lonely that I'm sure at times you've wanted death, and you vowed to bring death to the one responsible for it all. That's not broken at all- being so determined that you endured everything and everyone to get what you want. How can one be any more focused and together?

Heh, I believe that you're far too self-obsessed to break so easily. I guess the difference in waiting all those years and waiting for a few weeks is all in the circumstances. You didn't want me then - you couldn't, all you wanted was revenge. I understand Sasuke, I really do. You know it just takes me a ...while to get things.

But when you came back... oh gods how different everything was. Not to the naked eye though- oh no. Being a returning criminal made you even more of a recluse if that's possible. If you didn't talk much before- well the village may have though that during your stay in Sound you took a vow of silence, heh.

No, you didn't act much differently. You were a bit darker- being a murderer and all, and surprisingly more patient. Hmm, maybe not though. I guess without Sakura throwing herself at you anymore it just seemed that way. You were much more then patient with me though, love. Oh yes.

Thinking about that night now, a whole year later, still makes me so deliriously happy that even the sound of rain can't compete. Hm, the smell though maybe- oh Kami opening my window may have been a bad idea just now. Not only is my bedroom floor getting soaked but the memories are lingering here - on the floor, the walls, the bed.

The second night after you came back was more beautiful then any night has the right to be. We had spent the last two days mostly doing regular things- met up with Kakashi, trained a bit even. By trained I mean sat and watched you show us a few "interesting" jutsus you learned- as Kakashi put it. When I tripped over a pebble on my way across the training grounds you just couldn't resist the urge to call me dobe. I had never been so insulted and overjoyed in my life. I had just spent years obsessing over you, trying so hard to help you, and you call me names?

At the same time, things were normal- so normal and like they used to be that thinking of it too long made me feel a bit faint. Maybe I should refrain from such deep pensive moments eh? Of course I did what I always do- challenged you! Oh sparring like we used to? How could I resist? Sakura and Kakshi made a discrete bet over who'd win- something kind of out of character I thought at the time. But now it makes a bit more sense... obviously we both had gotten much stronger, more skilled, and overall had the whole pent up anger thing going on. It was sure to be an interesting match.

We must have fought for hours and I guess we put on a good show- Sakura was for once not drooling over you but over us. Kakashi even looked up from his pervy book every now and then, heh.

You know what, I can't remember who won really- it was pretty much a tie I think. We both collapsed after a long while and the sun had started to go down. We all went to our respective homes and that was the end of day one. That first night you spent alone. I can understand that too, but I shouldn't have let you in retrospect. Not in that mansion, not so soon, and not alone.

The second night was so stormy and the weather so moody- like tonight- like you Sasuke. You pounded on my door at exactly 1:02 am. I had almost glared my clock down to a pocket watch (well mentally) when I saw how late it was! Who in the world comes to your house at 1 am? Especially in this weather! As breathtaking as it is, you don't walk around when it's pouring buckets. Oh Kami-sama if only I knew...

I flicked on my hall light and swore softly at the early hour. Hey, a seventeen year old boy needs his sleep. And besides, I had been trying to hold on to the quickly fading memory of a rather appealing dream. Growling slightly, I lurched open my apartment door ready to give the impromptu visitor a piece of my mind. Things didn't quite work out that way though.

Standing an inch taller then me and soaked from head to toe in a black hoodie and jeans that were plastered to you- you looked murderous. But the first thing I could think was how absolutely - well sexy you were. Not just sexy- beautiful, dark, dangerous, everything. Maybe it was the way I scanned your body - slowly from the dripping raven hair to the elegant neck, down to your taut stomach... well you get the picture. Oh but what a breathtaking picture you were Sasuke.

Whatever it was that I did to tip my longing for you off, you picked up on it in seconds. Like I said- too insightful for your own good. Right after I looked you over, I saw that familiar expression grace your face. You smirked at me like always, but this time your eyes had a knowing gleam. Almost as if saying "what are you going to do about it?" I didn't know why you even came. That was the logical thing to ask when a friend arrives at your house in the middle of a stormy night. What's wrong I should have said. Are you ok?

Haha, I picked my own version of that though. I swallowed hard and let out a strangled little whimper. That was not planned- I promise. I don't even know how or why I did that. At that moment there was only one though going through me- from my mind all the way to my heart where it made its bed with the promise to stay. Don't you dare ever leave me again you fucker. That's what every ounce of my being screamed and that's what I told you.

I opened my door, checked you out, whimpered like a girl, and called you a fucker. Smooth. Obviously.

I still didn't know what you wanted- god why the hell was I not asking? Why was I being so Sakura-ish? Well maybe that's overdoing it. I hadn't asked you out for every day until you were 100 so probably not Sakura-ish after all. Just- girly? obsessive? ... in love? Whatever. I'll deny it if anyone asks.

You took a step forward. I didn't invite you in and I didn't say anything else. "Don't you dare ever leave me again you fucker". That had been all. You took another step forward and I took two back. Not defensively, but so you could come all the way in. Then you turned around completely and for a horrible second I though you were going to walk out and leave. You had only waked in to show me you were here and then would leave to show me that you didn't give a shit about what I said and could care less about any threat I had implied. You turned all the way around took two steps in the direction of the doorway and closed my door, carefully locking it. I don't know what I was thinking - well probably 'thank Kami' but I digress...

I quickly took two steps forward myself and wrapped my arms around your waist. Not your shoulders or your arms- I snaked them around your hips- and that wasn't all. I then proceeded to nuzzle my face between your shoulder blades.

It was such an odd act and resulted in an equally strange atmosphere between us. The action itself was contrary to my seemingly angry words and just as different from any kind of sexual inuendo. No, it was a loving, comforting, and warm thing to do. I pressed myself against your back, pulled my arms tighter around you and kissed that spot that I had been cuddling my face into. Your sweater was pretty thick and soaking wet so I didn't even think you'd feel my lips at all. I hadn't meant it to really do anything- it was just an emotional, relieved little peck. Too insightful for your own good baby.

to be continued ;)

so uhm, this my first fic.

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