A/N: Here's the start of my one-shot series (finally off the ground and working). Nothing else out worth reading from me, so I'll keep you posted. This will last as long as I have random plots to write about and may or may not become full-length stories. Once again depends on how much inspiration I have.

Warning: foul language, guy on guy sex (nothing explicit), other stuff...

Disclaimer: Based off of Natalie by Bruno Mars (check it out, it'll make more sense if you do). As always, the cast of Naruto, Naruto Shippuden and any other characters are owned solely by Masashi Kishimoto.

I stood frozen staring across my living room, my left hand paused halfway from tugging down the red tie I had chosen to wear that day while the other was running through my bangs, ruining my slicked back hair. After spending a total of eight hours sitting in the bank that my brother had entrusted my funds to, the accountant had come up with an unhelpful, "You're fucked."

As if I hadn't already come up with that solution once my secretary had come to the same summary. Of course, she had at least had the common courtesy to say this once she actually did some digging to discover why my bank account had suddenly run dry, this being a hefty withdrawal earlier that week.

The reason for the lack of monetary worth to my name- being an Uchiha, this within itself was unheard of- had promptly disappeared from the vicinity of Konoha in the last few days.

Now, however, I had come home to see that this same con artist was sitting on my maroon-colored love seat with a drink resting in his hand. His cerulean eyes glowed with undisguised mirth. "Sasuke," he cooed, rising from his perch.

I saw red.

Ripping off my tie, my feet carried me through the living room and I immediately grabbed a fistful of the blond's shirt, bringing him forward. "You gold-digging bitch! What the fuck did you do with all my money!?"

His lips widened in a grin to reveal pearly white teeth. His smile was probably one of the things I had loved the most about the blond.

Loved being in the past tense.

An unbelievable past tense.

"Is that the only thing you have to say to me, Sweet cakes. After all, we haven't seen each other in days. Little Sasuke must have missed me."

He grabbed me through my pants, skillfully stroking me until I could feel the familiar heat rush between my legs. Releasing the hold I held on the blond, I take a few steps back. My anger was more than enough to keep my mind off of anything other than the devil blond that lounged back into my couch, grabbing the drink he had laid down before I had grabbed him. "Answer the fucking question Naruto!" I growled out, my rationality flying out the window at the sight of the epicenter to all of my problems making himself so at home.

"Such profanity," he mocked, draining his drink and placing it back on the table with a small clink.

His bright blue eyes focused on me, but I saw the undermining glee within them. He thought this whole thing was one big laugh, probably made even funnier by my anger. "Tell me where my money is before you regret ever coming back."

He stretched out further on my couch before slinking towards me, his hips gathering my attention just as they had that faithful day so many months before. A day I begrudgingly admit I would never come to regret. As it was, I had no doubt in my mind that Naruto could make any being sin, originate he from heaven or hell. "Your money is where it belongs," he scolded, a pout on his face, "And you can call your skimpy little secretary to verify that what I speak is the truth, but first..."

He grabbed the sides of my shirt, dragging me forward. Sliding his tongue up my throat, he brings forth memories of nights spent on the edge of insanity for hours because of this goddamn tease. "Naruto..." I warned, knowing well that my own conviction was wavering at the temptation that the blond vixen proposed.

"Sasuke," he moaned in retaliation, untucking my shirt tails and reaching up the cloth.

I growled out in frustration, gripping his waist pulling him forward so that our hips could connect in blissful friction. His head lurched back as a gasp released from those beautiful lips that I could not resist the urge to kiss roughly. It wasn't as if I had any need to put up a fight anymore.

"Don't you ever do that again," I growled out, biting his bottom lip harshly before littering his jawline and neck appreciatively with bites, "I would be in jail from what I was planning to do to you."

This seemed to only excite the blond even more, a breathless moan releasing from him as his hips lurched into mine, hitching my breathing. "Don't you dare stop chasing me," he growled out, his hands reaching up and lacing themselves in my hair, "You better kill me first."

"Trust me, Naruto," I bit harshly at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, tasting blood, "That can be arranged."

He tugged off my shirt, without any complaint from me. His own shirt and pants followed quickly after.

To actually maneuver to the bedroom on the other side of the house- and up a flight of stairs- with a blond man effectively trying to have sex with you the entire time would have been an herculean task for any man.

Which is why we only made it to my study- right before the stairwell- before we stopped even trying. We ended up sprawled on the futon in there (placed in case I worked well into the night) our clothes long since abandoned and rocking hard in unrestrained need at the tension between us.

If I had any coherent part in my brain, I would have acknowledged that the bloodlust I felt for the blond- directly due to the fact that mere minutes ago I wanted to strangle him- made the sex so much more intense than I could ever remember it being. Every hickey and grind I made against the smaller tanned frame underneath me resulted in an erotic mewl or equally tantalizing sound from the squirming blond.

By the time that I managed to enter him- with no lubricant minus the saliva left over from the blowjob he gave me earlier and the resulting semen- we both were so sensitive that we mutually moaned out, probably not able to last much longer than a handful of minutes.

Nevertheless, he arched against me, leaving scratches lining my back and I thrust harder into him, encouraged by each scream and sigh that held my name on it, rocketing us faster towards a mutual climax.

When I awoke the next morning, floating on the edge of satisfied dreams and an equally pleasant reality, I was satisfied by the memories of last night- albeit a little soar.

After the round in the office, we had proceeded up the stairs to have another round in the bathroom (during a failed attempt at cleaning up the earlier mess) in the closet (finding clothes for the blond) and once again in the bed (for the hell of it).

But once I was a little more aware, I realized that I was awoken, not by an alarm clock as I had become accustomed to, but rather to an incessant knock at what had to be my front door.

After a moment of motivation, I came to a rise, reaching for a pair of boxers off of the floor. I heard the running water in the ajointed bathroom, figuring the dobe was showering and headed downstairs, remembering at the last minute to pull on a pair of sweats thrown across a chair as I headed down the stairs.

The knocking continued, by now accompanied with the ringing of my house phone. Deaming the phone the lesser of two evils, I put the receiver to my ear, being silenced before I could even manage a groggy hello. "Boss! Open up the fucking door! We need to talk, now!"

"Ten Ten...?" I drawled out, heading towards the door where her knocking was still occurring, "Why... so early..."

Flipping the deadbolt in the door, I pulled open the door only to be pushed back as my secretary rushes into the house, holding a flurry of paperwork. "Big news!" she scowled running into my living room and slamming the papers on the table.

I groaned aloud, combing my fingers through my hair in irritation, "It's Tuesday; we never work on Tuesdays."

"You might want to look at this- it concerns your assets."

"Look," I sighed, waving a hand in dismissal, "I already know about the money in the account, the moron told me yesterday, so everything is fine."

"This is about everything else, boss. You have nothing!"

Her last words froze me where I stood, now wide awake as I studied her with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean, 'I have nothing'?"

She motioned to the table and I now took a moment to actually look at the papers. Real estate, liquidators, bank statements, stock shares... "What is all of this?"

"Your house, your car, your shares in your father's company- everything is gone."

My knees failed me. I quickly reached out for the couch, plopping down on it. "Everything...?"

"Everything," she confirmed, pointing to a piece of paper signed in bright orange, "This note was left."

I stared numbly at the paper, the chicken scratch for handwriting too familiar for me not to notice even if it wasn't signed.

Don't you dare stop chasing me, duckbutt.

-Naruto

I lurched up from the couch, sprinting upstairs and barreling through the bathroom door, being met with a wall of smoke. Wrenching open the screen door, I'm presented with an empty shower, an empty b bathroom, and an empty wallet.

I had always been a gambling man- I got that much honestly- my brother had assured me after being in business with my father.

I had never backed down from a challenge, always willing to roll that dice, but it seemed that this time, it hadn't paid off. "NARUTO!"

I slammed the screen door shut, not even caring that the glass shattered with the force. "You better sleep with one eye open because when I get my hands on you I'll-!" I swore aloud, knowing well that the blond was long gone.

"You better run!"

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