AN: Hola People! This is my attempt at fanfiction! This is a Narusasu fic and it will be in the ninja universe but there will not be any violence or much action. Characters maybe slight OOC dont think its over bearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

' ' Stands for thoughts

" " Stands for talking

Please Enjoy!

Sleeping Alone

Gripping the kitchen knife he sliced the carrots carefully. As he stared out as if in a trance. It was a typical evening. Regardless of which day it was it felt like a holiday. Maybe it was because he didn't leave his house or socialize with others. He would just mostly laze around the house, do house work, sit outside out or train.

'I've finally put my mother's skills to use. It's not like I have a choice anyway'. Looking down at his wrist he couldn't help but stare at the imprinted chakra binding seal.

The seal cut through his chakra channels forming barriers as a method of prevention of chakra use. It was his punishment better yet his consequence for his past. Smirking to himself he couldn't blame the village councillors for their choice, after all he was a notorious wanted rogue ninja.

Sensing a familiar presence beforehand but choosing to ignore it, as a way of escaping coming out of his comfort zone. His mouth formed a frown and he stiffened as the inevitable annoyance that came over him from the two arms encircling his waist like Orochimaru's snake.

The Uchiha couldn't comprehend why, the man would always greet him so cuddly and intimately but when it came down to other things, the blond wouldn't even look at him. But then again he was hugging him from behind so technically it was no different.

"Dobe, What have I told you about sneaking up on me" he uttered with a growl.

"Why so broody, Teme?" the blond replied jokingly with a huge smile.

"Isn't it obvious idiot, you're being annoying"

Turning around to face the blond, Sasuke pushed him lightly away as he created some personal distance between them. Giving him a glare, to show his disapproval of the blonde's plans, he then began to make his way to the fridge to get some tomatoes for his salad.

The Hokage couldn't help but stare at his former teammate as he waltzed over to the fridge. The boy aged quiet gracefully, he still maintained the pretty face he had from childhood only thing that changed was his height and body type. He was now taller and had a lean slim body. The years under Orochimaru had left no physical evidence on his physique.

Naruto was beyond grateful that the bastard was now dead, he was the reason he had lost his best friend. Despite Sasuke being out of his clutches, even today the normalcy the two once shared could never return. They couldn't hold any personal conversations or even friendly chatter. The most they had didn't classify them as friends and what they should label it as wasn't possible either at the moment.

Bending over reaching for the tomatoes in the lower compartments of the refrigerator, he felt two eyes boring themselves through him. Easily getting irritated by them. He straightened up swiftly, slamming the door upon his assent. Turning around he sent another glare, only getting a grin and wink in return.

"Do you wanna lose an eye that desperately loser?" The threat was said calmly in a low tone.

The Dobe probably thought he was joking. He didn't understand the concept that Sasuke was on the brink of a meltdown, that a few more wrong moves and he would be pushed over the edge, forcing him to return to his past. He couldn't grasp that he was trying to get pass the game he continued to force on him to play.

Not being hindered or affected by the comment, the Hokage began to approach the Raven, like a fox stalking its prey. Leaning against the counter with his arms crossed and a glare in place, Sasuke decided not to show any fear. The idiot's pride would only swell if he showed him that he was intimidated. Sure the Dobe was now much stronger than him by default but that didn't faze him.

Reaching his destination, Naruto placed both arms on either side of the Uchiha. Smashing their lips together, he started to ravish and kiss him roughly and passionately. Before Sasuke knew it, his ass was seated on the counter and he neck was being attacked. Moving from his neck to his chest, a trail of hickeys was left on his flawless skin.

Lust had taken over the Uchiha's other senses since the opportunity was now lost for him to protest. He didn't even realize when he was being carried away from the kitchen counter to his bed. His body hitting the soft material hearing the springs creak at contact.

It was so easy in his head to fight the blond, to push him away, to say stop but now his mind was chanting yes yes to the kisses running down his chest to his lower stomach and his heart was beating so fast as if asking for the blond to hasten his pace.

With his eyes being closed, it felt as if the sensitivity of skin had intensified. His mind fabricating every detail of what was occurring. From his pants being dragged off, to his underwear being slid off, to his dick being stroked, his body shook with desire.

Sasuke's only verbal response was his moans and groans of pleasure as he basked in ecstasy. Bringing back his attention to lover's cock, Naruto's light kisses turned to sucks with the rest of the area also being lubricated.

There was a then a short pause. A light bang to the wooden floor, an indication to the Uchiha that Naruto had just dropped his pants. Then something brushed against his entrance, making him feel excited in anticipation. There was first the gentle insertion of a finger or two. Then came the real stuff, filling him completely and greedily. Their rhythm started off slow and tender as usual with the first set.

But as he began to hit the stop and the Uchiha's pitch started to get higher. The tempo became fast, as their dance became rough and brutal as if they were fighting. At this moment Sasuke opened his eyes in a fright at the change in pace.

Yes, there was pleasure there, yes it feels amazing and at the time it felt right but he never understood why it would always end up this way. Glancing up at the Hokage who was facing the wall panting hardly with his face glazed with lust. The Raven inwardly gasped at the level of ardour and intensity in those sky blue eyes.

They continued to move as their sway consisted of harsh push and pulls, ins and outs, until they both peaked. Their desire overload, the gratification over worked. What was left after the sensuality and carnality has subsided? Well the answer to that is heavy breathing and guilt.

Pulling out of the Raven the blond began looking for his clothing as Sasuke rolled onto his side and feigned sleep. This was there way of avoiding an awkward silence or any try at awkward conversation. It was difficult for them to communicate. In these instances Sasuke didn't know what to classify their relationship as. Were they friends with benefits, lovers, fuck buddies or just one never ending one night stand.

The last category seemed most accurate to him. Since during their activity that's what they treated each other like a one night stand. Mostly whenever they had sex, they would do it in the doggy style position since it was less personal. If it was missionary on the other hand, both participants never looked each other in the eyes and it was always rough and fast.

When it was over and done, there would be no cuddling or sweet words. As they would act like strangers. Naruto would reassemble his clothes and leave the room without a backward glance, coupled with Sasuke feeling used and lonely. Staring up at the white ceiling of his white room, he couldn't help the notions running through his mind.

'I need some colour in this shack of a thing called a house. Defence mechanism part one stay away from the issue at all costs.

'Why doesn't the idiot ever look at me while were doing it?' Getting back to the subject he was desperately trying to avoid, disarming previous defence.

'Am I that repulsive?' The self-hate the offense he was trying to dodge finally hit home.

'What the fuck Sasuke, Why do you care what that loser thinks!' Then finally the walls returned to their place, confining his feelings of the moment.

Getting up from his bed, he headed for the bathroom. He entered the shower and then began to scrub away the remnants of what transpired. Just like the wounds from his time of betrayal, the fluids and hickeys would soon disappear but mirroring them also was the fact that the memory would never fade.

The shower and his healing abilities could only provide physical purity, a false sense of security that his wounds weren't being reopened. Resting his head on the tiled wall, the water from the shower streamed down his face like tears.