Title: A House That's Not A Home
Author's Note: **cough** It's been a long time coming, hasn't it? Anyway! If you don't like it, don't read it! More from me later, guys! Enjoy~
Pairing: SasuNaru/NaruSasu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Smut, OoC, naughty-things
Summary: Sasuke comes home to stumble upon a boy on his doorstep who ends up living in his apartment and exchanging sex for rent.
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Disclaimer: Doesn't own Naru or Sasu! Naruto belongs to Kishi-sensei~
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Sasuke was tired after work, and was looking forward to making himself a nice, hot dinner, taking a nice, hot bath, and crawling into his nice, warm bed to sleep the exhaustion away.
Alas, it was not to be.
He came home late that evening, just managing to catch the last train and cursing the very existence of overtime, to find a boy sprawled out on the doorstep of his apartment, light lashes feathered out on caramel cheeks, and silky blonde hair swept across his forehead. He looked small and frail, with a too-big suitcase collapsed on the ground next to him, as though mimicking his position. Sasuke had no idea where he could've come from, but right now, as he stood there pondering the existence of this boy and what he should do with him, it didn't really matter.
Now,Sasuke was many things – at that moment, those things being tired, hungry and frustrated – but one thing he was not was callous. As desperate as he was for a meal, bath and bed, he couldn't leave the young man lying helplessly in front of his door like that. After attempts to wake him proved fruitless,Sasuke quickly found himself growing panicked, wondering if the boy had been knocked unconscious. He checked his breathing and pulse, checked for lumps on his head, but even in his non-expert opinion, everything seemed totally normal. Perhaps he'd fainted,Sasuke thought. He was skinny, seemed like he hadn't had a good meal in weeks, so it wasn't too unbelievable.
Figuring the best plan of action would be to take him inside, hope he woke up and then make sure he was okay in the morning, Sasuke picked up the boy in his arms, surprised by how little he weighed, and carried him inside his apartment. He placed him gently on the couch, then went back for the suitcase, dragging it in and leaving it by the door.
He returned to the boy's side, not sure how he was meant to deal with someone who'd lost consciousness. Thinking back to a first aid course he'd taken several years ago, he tried elevating his legs and tipping his head back, realizing belatedly that he probably shouldn't have moved him in the first case. He loosened his shirt in case it was constricting his airways, placed a damp cloth on his forehead, and then, at a loss for anything else to do, placed a thin blanket over the top of him and sat down to wait and told himself that if the boy was out for any more than 10 minutes, he'd call emergency services.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait for that long. Only five minutes later, the boy moaned softly and his eyelids fluttered open. He moaned again, and his hand twitched, before he lifted it sluggishly to his rest against his temple.
Sasuke watched him for a while, unsure of what to say, in the end choosing to clear his throat to get the boy's attention.
The boy rolled his head to the side, looking at Sasuke blearily.
"I'm dizzy."
Sasuke wasn't sure how to respond, but then the boy blinked a couple more times, eyes thankfully becoming less hazy, and Sasuke relaxed a bit.
"I think you fainted," he told him. "Just stay still. I'll get you some water."
The boy didn't protest, and so Sasuke stood and shuffled over to his tiny kitchen, coming back with a glass. He put it on his coffee table, but the boy didn't reach for it, didn't even try to sit up. Sasuke waited, feeling awkward in his own home, for the stranger to do something other than lie there and blink. It took a few minutes, but he finally sat up and took the water, sipping delicately at it, then winced.
"Are you okay?" Sasuke asked, and the boy nodded, setting the glass back down.
"Yeah. But my stomach is so empty, it hurts to drink."
Sasuke wasn't sure what it was exactly, but something in the boy's tone and expression seemed expectant, and in his next breath, he was offering him dinner. He didn't make him too much, worried he'd overeat if he hadn't had any food for as long as Sasuke suspected. He gave him an apple while waiting for the rice and chicken to cook, coming back to find it had been completely devoured within moments and that the boy was staring at him with the most hopeful big, round eyes Sasuke had ever seen.
It pained him to do so, but he let the boy stay on the couch to eat while he sat nearby at the kitchen table, ignoring the way that the boy stared intently at Sasuke's food once he'd finished his own. But when the boy still seemed hungry 20 minutes later, he gave in and regretfully let him have the leftovers he'd planned to take for lunch tomorrow.
"I'm Naruto, by the way," the boy told him around a mouthful of his second helping of rice. "Uzumaki Naruto. What's your name?"
"Oh."Sasuke felt a little stupid for not thinking to introduce himself sooner. "I'm Uchiha Sasuke."
"Sasuke," Naruto repeated, then returned to eating.
With nothing else to do but sit there in silence, Sasuke checked the messages on his answering machine while he waited for Naruto to finish, finding one from his mother, and one from Itachi asking if he was still okay to meet for lunch on Friday.
"Call me back when you get this, Sasuke," the message ended.
Sasuke made a mental note to ring Itachi tomorrow, since he highly doubted that he actually wanted him to call back now that it was past midnight, then set the phone back in its cradle. When he turned back to Naruto, he found that he was finished with dinner, and looked absolutely exhausted.
"Are you tired?" He asked, and Naruto nodded, smothering an appropriately timed yawn. "Okay. Do you have enough blankets?"
"Yes, but I'd like a pillow, please." Naruto handed Sasuke his plate and chopsticks to take into the kitchen.
When Sasuke returned with the pillow, despite only having been gone for a few minutes, he found Naruto fast asleep. He considered waking him for a moment, but then settled on gently nudging the pillow under his head, and tucking him in under the blanket. Any questions he had, he decided, could wait until tomorrow.
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A/N: Well here we are! At the end of this opening sequence! Did you enjoy it? Love it? Hate it? (By the way, if you hated it, the back button is right there my main squeeze). I know it's been a while since I've posted anything **coughcoughTOOLONGcough** and to repay for my ever long absence, this will be a Chapter Fic. Also, for those followers of The Five Ways, be just a little more patience… It's coming. I PROMISE. Hah, don't take my word for it… See for yourself after the New Year! Oh, sorry for any grammatical errors! Anyway, Review and leave me a little bit of love and motivation. No Flames, though. I'll castrate you! :3
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