A/N: Long time no write? I can answer you. Well, I changed, a lot. Starting from my writing style to my perspectives, please deal with me. This is the last Fanfiction I am going to write till I re-write all my fanfictions. Please, I don't have many fans out there; hope this changes your mind.

Pairing: Main: SasuNaru, Side: NaruHina, SasuSaku

Rating: M

Warning: Not betaed, BoyXboy

Disclaimer: I don't want to be a part of the horror that was 700.

~sins~

Lust.

The place wasn't peaceful when he arrived, neither was it beautiful. The broken debris of the once pronounced buildings was crumbled like dust and the few walls which stood blended with the panorama. Smokes curled up from different places, lapping against each other, like some wanton lover. The night sky was languid, he could remember before entering the shop. Not a single star was to be seen and it was warm, again before he entered the shop. A few shops and some houses which were re-build stood prominent as the others were being reconstructed.

"You! …You!"

"Yes, yes me"

Naruto's cerulean eyes landed onto the glass he was holding a couple of seconds before—why was he holding it?—and he frowned. His eyes barely managed to distinguish the lean figure beside him but somehow he knew who it was and though his eyes were hazy he could always remember that signature hair style.

"Ha-ha…Ha…duck… (Hick) butt"

When Kakashi spoke of damage, he never thought of seeing his village deteriorate into pieces. It's a year since the war, since everything has ended since Kakashi became the Hokage since Kakashi gave the bastard the privilege and he took it to fly away like bird. (WHY exile?)

Konoha has developed since then; the political disturbances in the countries and the grievances people suffered due the death of their beloved had demised slowly. Kakashi, though with countless argument from the council, had a great part bringing peace and a great part in making Naruto cuss everyday at him.

And so after a month when the bastard returned shaking his duck-butt like he was a princess with a stick rammed up his ass—or so Naruto thought—the blonde wasted no time in making the Bastard feel "Annoyed" with his continuous babbling about how much of a bastard he was. Strangely, the bastard didn't revoke, didn't even budge but whatever he did was a simple nod and a signature 'Hn' or simply a 4 word sentence.

The blond wanted to ignore the fact that this bastard wasn't that old bastard he knew so well, He felt insulted and it even pained. He wanted something. A comeback, a punch, an insult, just about anything to make sure this Sasuke he bought back was not someone…someone he didn't know. (But the bastard smiled and it was mesmerizing)

So Naruto being Naruto had given long speech about what best friends did and as technically they were best friends (Naruto wanted to ignore that they weren't even borderline friends) they should spend time together, So he forcefully lunged (cough, he might say the bastard was just affected by his charming speech and agreed) the bastard with him and visited their old training ground, a restaurant and lastly he and an very unwilling Sasuke went to the local bar stand to see who can keep up without losing control or as Naruto says—"Refreshing old memories". Though Sasuke had made it clear he did not drink.

So here is now a very sober Sasuke with a very drunk Naruto, refreshing old memories.

Naruto (who wanted to ignore the fact that he was really light headed) kept on drinking till Sasuke actually made him stop. It gave a flickering a light of hope in him till the bastard mentioned that he didn't want to carry him home and that he has gained weight due to his unhealthy diet on ramens.

Asshole. He shouldn't have pissed off the ramen god.

The blonds' eyes were unclear, giving them a glassy are new appearance. His fingers caught some wisp of his hair as he started examine the color with a piercing glance till his head slipped down on the wooden table. His hands fell down randomly and eyes followed the trail till it landed on the raven.

His eyes were hazy but slowly it focused. The raven was clearly emitting the aura of a jerk, he could even see it. The younger Sasuke he knew had surely outgrown, once the girls who were waiting to get a glimpse of him now are trying the collect the dust from his body and keep it safe somewhere.

Though there were two categories to girl who followed him around; one is the stalker while the other is the one who wants his head.

He snorted.

There weren't many people around the time. The stall war kind of far away from the crowded areas of the populous country, it small but nobody cared as long as one gets what they want. The flimsy street light descended on the shop and that was all the light the shop keeper required.

His eyes focused, yes, well the bastard was good looking—the young Sasuke had surely outgrown. Taller than him by least 2 inches, he was quite lean though he had fair share of muscles as much as Naruto, but he was not at all a buff. His hair seemed smooth and Naruto had a sudden impulse of stoking it, sure they will just slip off his hands like silk. His chin narrowed, cutting away all the chubbiness the blonde remembered Sasuke having during his genin days unlike Naruto who's still had slight round corners. His skin is paler than the blond could remember; Naruto suddenly thought he has never seen someone to beautiful.

He blushed, but didn't have to worry after all he was all red with the after effect of alcohol.

He cannot identify what he felt for him and deep down it pained that he didn't understood what Sasuke felt for him either. Whatever they had between was always at the extreme end—extreme animosity, extreme friendship, extreme lo—

No, he shouldn't go there (he doesn't wants to).

Though what they always did was to pound each other in the ground.

He snorted. That sounded wrong.

The raven's lips were chapped; a small wet muscle came out from his mouth wetting the exterior so sinfully that—

Oh fuck.

FUCK

HOLY FUUUUCK.

Naruto, of all people, should never have a standing libido just at the sight of the holy bastard. It was outright hilarious and he would never be able to face Kiba 'cause, hello, mutts were never too quite.

"It's getting late, we should go…"

"Can't we wait a little longer..?" till my libido points south again?

"Stay here by yourself then." And the bastard took off.

"W-wait wait bastard! I am coming!"

Naruto groaned slightly, the bastard had to play with his title. He stood up and stumbled forwards, legs got tangled in a ghastly manner and it wasn't long before he knew he was falling, hard, on the ground. He closed his eyes knowing that pain will soon fill his senses and Sasuke wouldn't even try to catch him—

He didn't fall. Phew

"Dobe, Move"

Naruto opened his eyes; confused and glazed he could only pin-point the shape of the mouth, those lips—

Those lips.

And unconsciously ran his tongue over his own one. Whatever he fell on was hard, not like ground, softer in a way but hard. He noticed it was warm too, smelled of smoke and wood just like—

His eyes widened, scrambling off like he will be infected by something. His face burned, burned with shame knowing just who he fell upon. He ruffled his own hair, unable to look up.

"Um…"

His face moved up, pride burned in him. He felled, Sasuke shouldn't be standing there. It was the bastard's fall.

His eyes fell on the raven's turned face, gleaming in the fragile light in which his pale face basked. And Naruto cannot deny what he felt at that particular moment when he saw a tinge of Pink, barely visible to naked eyes, dappling over those high cheek bones.

He knew the bastard was blushing, but he didn't know why.

Konoha is a fairly large country with a huge populace. It's been some months since the war and Naruto could only stare in awe, watching how much his beloved village had recovered. Only a trifle amount of construction was left and that will be done within next month.

Summer was fairly agonizing in Konoha, especially the humid days. No wind blew this particular night, but Naruto wondered if they really blew because he cannot feel anything other than rumbling sound filling inside his mind, heart thumping till he no longer could breathe and he stumbled here and there trying to walk at the same with Sasuke.

But he dare not look at him.

Naruto was physically drunk, he admitted wisely but his mind was sober. He can see how to raven stole small glances at him without uttering a single letter.

Naruto mused what the other thought, or felt. He was never successful in comprehending the emotion in Sasuke's eyes (neither did he understood what he felt about him). It was abusive, not know what the other person felt is tolerable but knowing yet unable to recognize the feeling was a torture.

Naruto studied people in his free time, or when he got too lonely remembering about Sasuke. He knew when they were happy, knew what they were feeling. It was different with different people but he mastered the art of empathy because he wanted to penetrate and understand about what's within Sasuke blank stares; unspoken emotion that passes his eyes every time he looked at Naruto.

And what Sasuke was to him.

The wispy moon light was strangely soothing, it was late at night and a few sounds could be heard here and there. Naruto kept his pace; he didn't know where they were going until he saw the familiar shops coming into view. The large ones were mostly closed and a few groceries and open.

They were walking towards Naruto's apartment for unknown reasons.

He glanced side way, watching the raven haired man. His expression did not change since they came out of the shop, hands falling at his side he walked like there was no one else walking with him. It didn't matter to Naruto though; he somehow liked watching him.

Yes, he had couples of thoughts and dreams about Sasuke and about things he somehow…wanted to do with Sasuke however, nobody would condone him of such low ideas.

Even Sasuke would be disgusted.

Before Naruto notices, they were climbing the stair cases to his apartment. Sasuke said nothing, he followed Naruto's trail noiselessly. With each step, their sandals 'clinked' onto the steps and Naruto's mind flooded with the rambling further; he didn't know the reason but it always happened whenever he was Sasuke.

It was always the rambling, the world would be quite barred out and suddenly everything constituted with just the two of them.

They reached the 3 floor 2 minutes later and the blond saw the balcony was empty and dark. His feet guided to obvious door, wooden and greenish yellow, Sasuke followed the suit.

His hands moved rumbling in his pockets before he muttered some 'found it', fitting it in the lock he heard a voice, deep baritone and warm which made him shiver.

"I am sorry…"

Naruto knew the voice laced with guilt. He turned around; clashing his azure eyes with midnight brown ones and he almost felt suffocated as those eyes held those emotions that he couldn't understand.

"Sasuke, how many times…I—everybody has forgiven you…"

Naruto knew Sasuke never spoke much but whenever he did, it was either of great importance or due to severe guilt. And he knew it was the latter.

"No…It's not fine…" Sasuke's voice was deep, with pious conceit. His voice alone made Naruto shiver and he didn't what to do when he came closer, eyes looking straight into Naruto's. The amount of emotion the raven stressed made the blonde turn crazy—He wanted to embrace Sasuke, pull him close, tell he was there for him, he wanted to—

Kiss him.

There was barely any space left between them, Naruto's hard back sticking to the door of his apartment he could literally smell Sasuke's breathe from the distance. So he did what he thought the best.

His lips slowly connected with the pale ones, eyes closed as Sasuke just stood there, presumably in too much shock to do anything. His hands, unsure of whether they should grasp Sasuke's shoulder or cup his cheeks, settled on either sides of Sasuke's neck. His lips were cold but that's fine because Sasuke's once were too.

He applied a bit of pressure, unsure, applied a little suction till Sasuke snapped from whatever he was thinking and started to kiss back. At first the rhythm was slow but soon became hectic. They mouthed each other's lips hungrily, Sasuke's tongue lapped at his lips before it finally opened allowing him to access.

Their breathes were embarrassingly loud but Naruto didn't move away, Sasuke even took a step closer and now they were flushed against each other's bodies. Naruto's breath came short as Sasuke's hand caressed the back of his neck; Naruto was in the danger of heart failure.

Everything was barred out; the time, the place, senses and everything important. It was just the two of him and their desires. Finally, they stop to take deep breathes. Naruto whispered Sasuke's name, head still resting of the other's forehead. His name, which he might have forgotten, was whispered back.

And when they opened their eyes, reality crushed in. Eyes widen, Naruto scrambled off. Panting, flushed and confused.

What did I just do?

What did I…

…love?

They didn't talk, their breathes were too loud. Naruto who was slumping against door turned against too fast. He was confused, vexed to the verge he might just cry.

Fumbling with the lock of the door, he didn't hear Sasuke call him. At last when it opened he entered his shady apartment and promptly closed the door with a loud thump.

All the energy he had in his legs left, they felt like jelly and he could no longer stand. Suddenly slumping down resting his back on the door, he heard no one but thought:

Love…him?

A/N: phew. Ah well, review will promote me to write. Also I am searching for a beta, please help!

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