Welcome to Rebirth! For those that are here after reading Posy: Good to see you all again.
As usual I do not own Naruto or the characters and places in it.
This story will include adult situations including m/m sexual intercourse.
Hope you Enjoy ^^
The morning's sunrise is a breathtaking display of radiant colours. Bright streaks of red, pink, and orange slowly overcome the dark blue and purple of the twilight sky. The sky resembles a prism; all the colours blending perfectly into each other. The sun itself just begins to peek out of the horizon, and its brilliant rays already shine brightly and began to warm air, bathing the rooftops of Konoha in a titian glow.
It is this light that filters through the blinds of Naruto's apartment, stirring Sasuke from his pleasant sleep. Rubbing his face into the pillow he had ended up sharing, he inhales, Naruto's scent filling his nostrils. How nice, he thinks, to spend the night in a bed that doesn't sag and shriek with every movement. Finally opening his eyes, his lazy gaze falls on his bed-partner, who had at some point during the night, melded himself to Sasuke's side.
Naruto's nose is pressed into his shoulder, soft snores stirring the small hairs on his neck. Their legs are once again tangled together, the others knee wedged between Sasukes thighs. It is hot. Naruto's apartment is on the top level of the complex, so received the full brunt of the rising sun. Sasuke pulls the sheets back, allowing cooler air to hit his heated skin. His legs feel a bit stiff due their long walk the previous day. By the time they had gone through their 'trial' and got to Naruto's apartment, they literally dropped their bags and clothes and got into bed exhausted.
Yesterday had been as eventful as they had anticipated. After being chained together, they had been taken to a secure room whilst Tsunade held discussion with some of her council. After much deliberation - and loud protests from Naruto; they had come to the decision to allow Sasuke back into the village… but there were rules. Sasuke would not return as a Jounin or any other ranked nin until the council saw fit, he would be under close surveillance until that time. As a form of punishment, a scroll will be delivered to Naruto's apartment regularly, listing community service duties that Sasuke would have to complete. Though not ideal, Sasuke accepted these terms. It's not like he had much choice and they could of easily assigned him to live with someone else other than Naruto.
Fortunately, today is a settling in day. His community service wouldn't start until tomorrow and for that Sasuke is glad. He needs to familiarise himself with the village again and a lot had changed and been rebuilt from what he had glimpsed the day before. Casting a glance at Naruto's alarm clock, he decides to doze back off for a few minutes, content with lying with his sleeping lover for the time being.
Naruto's mind slowly shifts back into consciousness as heat prickling across his skin rouses him from sleep. Azure irises peek open to take in his surroundings and all he can see is the milky skin Sasuke's neck. No wonder he had felt so hot. On top of the covers thrown over him, his nose had been so close to the other's form, he had been partially breathing in his own hot puffs of air. Tilting his face downward, his gaze slides to the lump of sheets piled on top of him with only a third on Sasuke. Incandescent rays bend and curl around the folds of white sheets and fall in stripes of his lover's exposed legs.
A slight shift in position and Naruto realizes they are, undoubtedly, a mess of limbs. His own hands are trapped and buzzing with lack of blood flow under his body and a leg is thrown haphazardly over Sasuke's right thigh, knee caught between both of them. Smiling at their newly established bedroom manners, Naruto's arm snakes out from under him, reaching out to chuck the bulkiest quilt off of them and onto the floor. The hand returns to settle lightly on Sasuke's pale chest, rubbing languid circles over the nearest pectoral. He surmises the other's already awake, as the rise and fall of his chest is slightly more shallow.
He'd fancy just staying in bed all day, hiding away from prying eyes and responsibilities that, much to his dismay, have already begun floating through his mind. Despite Sasuke's community service beginning tomorrow, they still are expected to show their faces around town. He has no doubt the other jounin are being notified of the recent development. Naruto wishes he could've told Sakura before today. The blonde will forgive himself eventually, Sakura doing so is an entirely different story. Worrying about it now will do nothing, so with a small sigh, his attention is turned back on the form next to him. He presses a warm forehead to the other's shoulder before whispering, " Did you sleep well?" Eyes fall closed as he listens to the subsequent reply, palm continuing to smooth over his lover's heated chest.
Roused from his light doze, Sasuke slowly turns his head to Naruto, eyes still glazed with sleep falling on his lovers face. "Hmm? Oh yeah, it was nice not having springs prodding my back." He mutters, voice still slightly groggy. Dusky orbs travel lazily over his lovers form, the discarded quilt revealing the smooth plateaus, dips and curves of Naruto's body. He follows the crease of his v-cut that disappears under boxers, his boxers, deciding he may very well ask Naruto to keep them. Eventually, he pulls his gaze away, flitting back up to cerulean depths that never fail to capture his attention. His hand joins the one on his chest, threading their fingers together.
"I won't ask if you slept well, seeing as I woke up to you clinging on me." He adds, mirth dancing in his irises. "I'm surprised you didn't drool on me."
Twisting onto his side, their hands separating, Sasuke re-positions his on Naruto's shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips meet languidly, Sasuke's brushing the others with little pressure to begin with. This is, Sasuke realises, their first proper kiss since they made up in the clearing. That thought evokes a more insistent parting of lips, coral tongue finally pressing against the seam of Naruto's sweet lips, desperate for a taste. When granted, a soft noise is released from Sasukes throat as their tongues meet, wrestling together hungrily before Sasuke pulls away.
Mouth curved into a crooked smile, "I just needed to.. you know." Back to stumbling on his words, Sasuke has a feeling Naruto will know what he meant.
"For sure," he mutters under his breath as he stretches his limbs. Sasuke's less than satisfactory sleeping arrangement won't be missed. Discreetly, Naruto's glad his sheets were left relatively clean. They'd probably been too tired to even notice otherwise upon their arrival home last night. The blonde lays still as the other searches him. Though completely covered, Naruto feels naked under Sasuke's dark eyes.
"Don't test me, Uchiha," Naruto finally says, fingers moving into the free space between each of Sasuke's digits, " I'll have you sleeping on the couch if I hear anymore complaints." The blonde rolls to face the other properly and a tan cheek slides forward over the cotton pillow cover to meet the other in the middle. The kiss that follows is slow paced in manner, drawing a liquid-like warmth that flows smoothly through his body. He lets the other's tongue slip between his lips immediately and his own readily curls around the wet appendage. Rough finger pads slide up Sasuke's trachea, feeling the low hum that vibrates across the cartilage. He's so vocal when they touch and Naruto finds it lovely.
Naruto is left craving further contact when the other breaks away in the next moment, drawing back with a sheepish half-smile. Sasuke's explanation nearly tumbles out of his mouth and he shuts up quickly after when he realizes how fragmented the words are. The blonde smiles for him, smiles for the both of them and far they've actually managed to come. He has to remind himself to order flowers for Tsunade when he gets the chance. " In the morning you're a little drippy." He moves to lean over Sasuke and peer over the side to get a look at the time. It's still a little early and he'd rather not rush things if there's no need to. Either way, today will consist of walking on eggshells throughout the whole of Konoha. Settling to rest his chin on the other's pale chest, the blonde speaks again. " Well, whaddyou wanna do? We can just lay here some more or-"
He stills at the sudden tap from his window. " Anbu," he hisses, slowly rising and aiming his begrudging gaze towards the blinds.
"Naruto-ch-san?"
"Yeah?" His tone is clipped. He doesn't recognize the voice right off, but as the woman speaks, he makes it out to be Hiori, the relatively new anbu member that was at the gate yesterday.
"I have papers here for Sasuke. They each explain his tasks for each day. This set is for the next three days." Groaning, Naruto then slides out of the bed, sparing Sasuke a long-suffering look before replying, " Meet me at the door!" Running a hand through unruly locks, he then heads for said meeting spot, cracking open the door and squinting out. A dove mask stares back at him and forms are pushed in front of his face. "Uh.. thanks?" The woman tips forward in what resembles a tiny bow and when Naruto blinks, she is gone.
The blonde wanders back into the room and climbs back onto the bed. " Looks like we got your schedule and who's keeping us under surveillance."
Sasuke is ready to voice how much of a good idea it is to stay in bed but as usual someone has a better idea, someone in the form of ANBU. Ears strain to hear the conversation at the door, Naruto's presence sorely missed. The door closes and said blond rejoins him, clutching his schedule in his hand. Sasuke groans and his pale features contort into something akin to a childish pout.
Snatching the offending paper from Naruto's hands, he skims over the list of duties, knuckles growing whiter by the second. "Clean graffiti of Hokage monument…" His eyes flick to his lover, remembering how a certain idiot used to deface the monument himself. "General repairs at the leaf inn… Pick up deliveries… Cover Teuchi's daughter at Ichiraku's?!" Sasuke's voice lifts at the end of the last item on the list, eyes widening incrediously. "This is just cruel." He huffs, scrunching the paper up into a ball and tossing it away.
Realising he's acting like a brat, his expression softens a little. "I'll look at it again tomorrow." He tells Naruto, hands sliding up his tan arms. "To answer your question - I say we stay here for just a little longer and if I feel like it, I'll take you out for breakfast. Depends on how many threats on my life I recieve." He adds at the end, knowing that Naruto will probably be worrying a little bit about venturing out. He wants to lighten the situation even though he's nervous himself.
Sasuke shuffles himself upright and then pulls his lover into his lap, hands resting on the swell of his bottom. "Oh yeah, I forgot to say, you can keep those boxers." He hooks a thumb under the waistband, pulling it out before releasing it with a snap against tan skin. "They look better on you anyway."
Naruto's body trembles with laughter that threatens to earn a kick or a fist to the face from the other. Leave it to the blonde to find humor in the most delicate situations. He is glad Sasuke's not taking the adjustment negatively, though he guesses they'll both be exposed to the ups and downs of the arrangement in due time. Ichiraku's, for God's sake. Tsunade does have a funny bone somewhere beneath her standoffish demeanor.
"Hey, hey, that's works out for me! You can tell me when they have their dinner specials and what not. One day back and you're already saving me money, sweet prince! The wadded paper bounces off the wall and rolls under the bed when Sasuke chucks it. The blonde wishes he'd had something to record the spectacle. The other reaches for him and Naruto gladly adjusts himself to fit comfortable in Sasuke's lap. The lighthearted inflection of his words do little to mask the somber subject matter, but Naruto appreciates it, as there was a time Sasuke did little to tip-toe around anything negative, and would dwell on the bleak outlook.
Hands wander to the curve of his rear end and the blonde can't but to tip his head to the side, quirking the corner of his mouth upward. " Oh, I know. I fill 'em out a lot better than you. And-" the waistband slaps a red line into the skin of his hip and his hands fly up to grip pale shoulders, fingers digging in a little harder than needed. " As I was saying, you jackass, there's so much fabric left billowing—where are you under there," he teases and a single hand dips down between them, sliding past the top of the boxers. Blue eyes flick up to the ceiling and his expression morphs into feigned contemplation. Fingers brush past coarse hair until- " Oh! Here we are." Naruto's gaze drops down to fix a taunting look into onyx framed pupils. " You had me worrying for a second…"
Sasuke laughs, though it cuts off rather quickly, sucking in a breath as Naruto decides to turn up the heat, warm fingertips sliding under the fabric of his boxers. Sasuke rumbles low in his throat, dark eyes flashing. Pale hands find purchase on Naruto's shoulders, nails digging in when first contact is made. "Y-You didn't seem to be complaining the other night…" He says breathlessly, nosing a trail down Naruto's chest, tongue flicking out and licking a line back up his sternum.
Sasuke looks up from under his lashes, catching Naruto's smirk. Shivers run up and down his spine, oh what gratifying effects that smirk supplies, if only Naruto knew. Sasuke rests his head against the headboard, closing his eyes and letting the others hand do it's thing. It feels like sweet torture to the Uchiha and wonders if Naruto is taking it slow on purpose, like he wants Sasuke to beg for more.
Well Sasuke is having none of that. He grasps the golden strands of Naruto's hair in his fingers, tugging his head forward roughly and slamming their lips together. He lets his teeth graze over his lovers bottom lip before biting down, the coppery taste of blood tainting his tongue as he sweeps it over the swollen flesh. Sasuke draws a panting breath through flared nostrils, releasing Naruto's hair so that his hand can snake down to the others crotch, kneading the growing bulge there through the thin material of his boxers.
The other's hitching laugh leads Naruto to play into the sensitivity, using it to manipulate Sasuke's reaction to every flick of the wrist, once his hand wraps around the heated shaft. When the other draws back, Naruto watches him. His eyes travel up the smooth skin of Sasuke's neck, where his adam's apple bobs and to high cheekbones that are stained red with a growing flush. Further south, Naruto continues use his hand to draw something carnal out of the other, sliding it up the length, where his thumb presses into the already weeping slit and rubs circles into the silky head.
He teases the other in languid strokes and light tugs, eventually drawing the erection out of the parted front of his dark boxers. His sight does drop then, sparing the stiffened member a heated glance and watching the trail of precum between the head and his own thumb as it pulls away briefly. The occupied blonde misses the warning signs and nearly starts when slender fingers tangle themselves in his hair before pulling him in. The kiss that follows is sloppy and wet and Naruto returns the fervor, pressing so hard that their teeth click together. A canine bares down on him hard, breaking the skin and drawing a grunt from the whiskered nin. In turn, Naruto squeezes the other harder, pumping him through a tensed fist, showing little caution for what could possibly cause pain. "Stupid bastard," he growls, pressing himself into Sasuke's wide palm, as it flattens over his clothed need.
Naruto knows what the other is trying to do and the blonde aims to keep him from gaining control. Without preamble, he draws away completely, out of the other's arms and out of his lap. He perches on his knees at the edge of his bed, before he moves to grab the other's legs, dragging the Uchiha further down the mattress. He spares no time shutting out any protests, slapping hands away when they come for him. Instead, he pushes the other down flat on his back, demanding Sasuke 'lay there and don't touch me'. The blonde mumbles something unintelligible before reaching up to slip the Uchiha's boxers off, careful to lift the waist band over his erection and flinging the undergarment to the floor. As he's never done this prior, Naruto stalls for a moment before fully leaning down, allowing the moistened head of the other's penis to slip past reddened lips.
Naruto's sudden aggressiveness coaxes a low groan from Sasuke, the rumbling sound refracting and vibrating in his chest. The other fingers suddenly feel like hot, molten silk as they squeeze his length, pain intermingling with pleasure. Naruto surprises him again, pulling away completely and dragging him forward by his legs before being compressed to the mattress roughly.
Sasuke blinks, fuck that was hot. He lifts his hips up to assist in the removal of his boxers, erection bobbing slightly as it is freed. The rest if Sasuke is rigid, anticipation rendering him still. He can see Naruto's dominative and assertive side to be one of his favourite things and -Holy fuck ! There's now heat, wetness and suction and - Damn that feels good…
"Ughnnngh…. Naruto!" Sasuke moans. The others mouth feels amazing. There's very little can do except thread his fingers through Naruto's hair and hold onto dear life as his lovers mouth engulfs him and leaves him with barely any dignity left. Sasuke is a mess in no time. Naruto's sinful tongue is licking along the underside of his dick, pressing down with just the rightamount of pressure on the sensitive vein that snakes from base to the tip and dipping inside the slit at the top.
Head thrown to the side and eyes squeezed shut, Sasuke releases a string of grunts and curses, toes curling into the mattress. The temptation to roll his hips up in Naruto's warm mouth is becoming difficult to ignore. It's all too much. He's closes before he knows it - and so soon!
"Mmmmm, Naruto… I…" Sasuke begins, electric waves pulsing through his body and gathering in his loins. "I… ahh.. I'm going to…" Rosy lips part in a silent scream, onyx eyes flying open as his whole body contorts and arches. All he can do is feel, he knows he has come… and hard, he doesn't know quite where or how much. A numbness then overtakes his limbs, spreading everywhere like smooth honey as he falls back to earth.
Naruto…
He's not likely to admit it in the near future, but Naruto is quite honestly trying to mimic what Sasuke had done to him only days prior. The blonde recalls what had felt nice to him that day in the shower, what had drawn noises out of him he was never aware he could make. Judging by how flustered the man sprawled before him has become, the blonde's got to be doing something right. He loves it, as well— the control, the reaction his touch can bring to someone, to Sasuke.
The onslaught of curses hissed through parted lips spurs Naruto on, head dipping down further to take more of the other in, and the blonde nearly gags himself in the process. Eyes watering, he reluctantly removes his mouth, free hand flying up to muffle the cough that tickles the back of his throat. Uncertain eyes flick to the other to see if he's noticed. To his relief, Sasuke seems too far gone to pick at him and, with a smirk, Naruto returns to his ministrations. Somewhere between his tongue sweeping over the leaking tip and under the slight flair, his own hand smooths down his flat abdomen and past the top of his boxers, tending to his own state of arousal.
His own wrist works quickly, flicking and tugging to bring himself near the brink. He nearly misses the breathless warning from the other and he watches Sasuke through a molten gaze, refusing to miss any second of his nearing climax. Still, he doesn't remove his mouth, moving his lips in long drags along the sensitive flesh. In the next moment, Sasuke's back lifts from the mattress, ribs are outlined through the pale skin of his torso and Naruto braces himself. To keep from choking, he holds his breath as heated liquid pulses into his mouth, some escaping down the side of his chin. He has little time to mull over the taste and texture of it, as his own hand, mixed with the view of a newly sated Sasuke brings him over the edge, lurching forward as he rides out his own completion.
It's probably a miracle he's still able to remain upright, witnessing the messy spectacle in front of him. Naruto, ever staying true to himself, lets out a lazy chuckle, running the back of his hand across his face. "You look absolutely spent." He then drops to all fours, managing to drag himself to where Sasuke's head is thrown to the side and settles on his stomach. "Hey," a shaky finger pokes the other's shoulder, " I didn't kill you, did I?"
After what feels like hours of lying blissfully in state of pure satisfaction, Sasuke cracks open one eye in response to the poke on his shoulder. "Not quite." He murmurs, tone thick and sluggish. "I believe i have found agood use for your mouth… besides kissing." Sasuke waits a few more minutes before opening his eyes completely, dark gaze sweeping over the naked form of his lover who is sat on his stomach with a smirk. It dawns on him that there is no evidence of his climax on the others face, which means… "Wait, did you swallow my… I tired to warn you." Sasuke is immediately apologetic, not knowing if the action was intentional.
When it appears that it was Naruto's choice, pale cheeks redden further, wondering if it was a pleasant experience or not. Sliding his hands up the others thighs, Sasuke is preparing to reach out and return the favour until his fingertips encounter warm stickiness and the realisation that Naruto had come. "Sneaky." Lips purse into an amused smirk, obsidian depths appearing sultry as his fingers slide into the pearly mess. Eyes fixed on Naruto's, he lifts his fingers to his lips for a tentative taste… not bad.
"I don't think I need to tell you how good that was, I don't need your ego inflated any further." Sitting up and pressing a chaste kiss to the others lips, Sasuke decides to comment on Naruto's aggressiveness. "Oh and don't think you'll get up your own way everytime, I'm the Alpha here." He teases. He doesn't mean it but he knows it will probably get a reaction and teasing Naruto is just natural. "What are we doing now? You haven't given me the grand tour of your apartment."
Looking around from where he is sat, Sasuke can see its a typical apartment but with certain Naruto charms such as the crudely arranged sticky notes on his dress - probably reminders of some sort, Sasuke surmises. On the bedside table along with the alarm clock stands an old photograph of team seven, Sasukes younger self looking unamused as Naruto does bunny ears behind his head. The photograph brings a small smile to his lips. "I'm actually surprised your room is so tidy…" He comments, pulling his gaze away from the photo.
Naruto doesn't expect to receive an answer from the other, the pause between them extending for too long. When he does get a response, it's shortly after his eyes have fallen shut, head cradled in his arms that are folded atop his pillow. The subsequent snort from the blonde is muffled, followed by a, " I won't even dignify that with a response." What does coax his lids to open and his sight to fall on his bed partner is the inquiry made on his own choice of action in their previous endeavor.
"I did," he replies, unwavering gaze witnessing Sasuke become flushed once more. Fingers then glide along his legs, only pausing when the other encounters another factor gone unnoticed. Naruto turns then, rolling onto his side and propping an elbow up to support himself. Maintaining his nonchalant attitude proves difficult when Sasuke takes it upon himself to try the sticky evidence of their former act. Naruto's ready to protest, whisper 'Don't', but Sasuke beats him to the punch. "Oh don't even start that!" Rolling his eyes, the blonde sits up completely.
"I don't recall those rules ever being made! I also don't think you were worried about that when you were in the middle of mewling and later— fainting." To end dramatically, he falls back onto the mattress, daring Sasuke to go further with crossed arms.
Charcoal eyes give his room a once-over, settling on the picture frame perched on his bedside table. "Oh yeah," he turns his head towards the framed snapshot of their former lives, reaching a hand out to grab it. Naruto brushes off the film of dust from the glass. They're so young here—Naruto's still got all of his baby fat around his face, Sakura's pink hair is still draped over her shoulder, hanging way past her shoulders, and Sasuke's glower still morphs his almost too-pretty features. Kakashi hovers behind the three of them, smile stretching the fabric of his mask. "Typical old team seven," Naruto muses, replacing the frame back on the table and looking back to the other.
Naruto doesn't want to allow Sasuke to brood, so he makes his move immediately, sliding his legs off the bed, he tips upwards, pushing off the side to stand on the carpet. " I'm all messy and you're gross, as usual, so let's go wash up. Then I'll give you the grand tour."
"Pft, idiot." Sasuke shakes his head fondly, watching Naruto's retreating back and admiring the way the muscles of his ass bunch up as he walks, clearly seen through the snug material of his boxers. "I'm right behind you." Shuffling to the end of the bed, Sasuke runs his hands through his hair, giving his scalp a good scratch before following Naruto into his bathroom.
Naruto's much better equipped bathroom is a sight for sore eyes. Clean, intact and modern, Sasuke almost cannot wait to get under the shower. While Naruto gets the water to the right temperature, Sasuke perches himself on the edge of the toilet seat. Scanning the room, even the blond's bathroom is typical Naruto. Sasuke spots a frog sponge and arches his brow, casting an amused look at Naruto who is just stepping out of his underwear. "I think I got the gift department nailed, anything with a frog on it and you'll be happy." He remarks dryly, rising to his feet to join Naruto under the hot spray of water.
Sasuke wants to groan with relief; the water pressure in Naruto's shower is much higher than what he had been used to, the jets having a massaging effect on his porcelain skin. The water flattens his raven locks to his head, streaming down between his shoulder blades. Blinking blindly through the running water, Sasuke reaches for some soap, rubbing it between his palms to lather it before sweeping it over his chest. It's strange to Sasuke how he has so easily settled in, it's not his home yet he is helping himself to soap. Is this normal for couples moving in together? Shrugging away his musings, he continues to wash, sneaking glances at Naruto and exchanging playful glares.
Fully soaped up except for his back, Sasuke turns his back to Naruto with a loud 'ahem' . He could easily wash it himself but he may as well take advantage of the extra pair of hands. The scent of the citrusy suds is refreshing, the soap itself leaving his skin to tingle. Sasuke wants to have a jibe about 'girly soap' but decides he probably teased Naruto enough this morning. "It's nice not to share my shower with woodland creatures…" He muses instead, looking over his shoulder with a smile. I get to share it with a sexy fox instead. Sasuke is glad he didn't voice that last thought, Naruto would have a field day with such a comment.
"Pfft, jackass," he responds over his shoulder, nearly missing the appreciative drop of dark eyes to his backside.
The light comment on his amphibian-themed bath sponge draws a chuckle out of him. It's true, he'll easily admit his bias to toads and frogs, vision often zeroing in on anything resembling the messy creatures in grocery aisles. " Genius.." he whispers as he steps into the shower, reaching forward to pull the curtain closed after Sasuke joins him in the tub. The blonde must admit, it's loads better to have a steady jet of water to beat down tan skin, the one from the old outhouse had nearly no pressure whatsoever, proving it difficult to rinse off soap and residual dirt.
He lets the other go first, moving down the tub to lean his head on the tiled wall. Happily sated cerulean irises watch the other go through the motions, only making faces when Sasuke sneaks a glance back at him through soaked locks. At some point, he snakes a hand around Sasuke to grab a his sponge and snatch the soap from him. Lathering the bar up, he rubs it across the exfoliating material to transfer it properly. Once satisfied, he replaces the soap in it's holder before shouldering Sasuke out of the way to move below the shower head and goes through the same process of cleaning. The wafting steam of lemon and grapefruit fills his nostrils pleasantly, making feel more energized.
His eyes must have shut from the sensation, as they fly open when a not-so-subtle grunt from his side draws his attention. Aiming an expecting glance at the other, he finds Sasuke is adorned with suds, save for his back. " You look like a massive cotton ball," he quips, before grabbing on to a slippery shoulder to turn the other around. Roughly, he scrubs at Sasuke muscular back, leaving nothing untouched and chucking the sponge at his chest, once he finishes and heads back under the spray to rinse himself.
"I'm sure the squirrels will miss their private show, we've done them a huge disservice," the blonde replies cheekily, before continuing, " also if you're done pampering yourself, I can get to showing you around. It's not that extensive.." Trailing off, he pulls back the curtain to step out of the shower, immediately realizing he forgot to set towels for them out. " Aww, crap.." trotting out of the warm steam in into the cold air of his hallway, he retrieves the towels, wrapping one around himself and setting the other on the toilet lid. " I'll be in my room!"
When Sasuke finally wanders to where the blonde is at, Naruto's in the middle of pulling his sheets off the mattress, throwing them into a pile in the middle of the floor. " We," he says in between slipping a pillow case off and chucking it away, " need to go shopping for some new clothes. You need them. Black is nice on you and everything but for love of variety, there has got to be a limit."
Sasuke arches an eyebrow, folding pale arms in front of his still-damp chest. "I'm comfortable in black, don't think you're going to convert me to your tastes." Removing his towel from around his waist, Sasuke adds it to the growing pile of washing before sitting on the edge of the mattress to sift through his bag. "Where can I put my stuff?" He asks, pulling a plain tunic over his head then standing to step into his boxers. "I haven't got a great deal, so a drawer or two should suffice."
Minutes later, a fully dressed Sasuke pads over to the window to peek between the blinds. Dwellers have already started to emerge and make their way to work or school, but no familiar faces as of yet. "Hn, I'm going to be honest here… I'm not looking forward to going out." He murmurs, pulling away to look at Naruto with a lopsided attempt at a smile. "There's no point me brooding over it I suppose, hey?" It isn't so much the negative attention that bothers Sasuke, it's the attention period. He ignored it for the most part when he was younger but the attention he received then were just a few admirers; today he'd face men, women and children. He can already see their wary gazes. He can see women clutching their young closer to them, shielding their innocent eyes.
So much for not brooding over it…
Sasuke decides to distract himself by wandering out of the bedroom ahead of Naruto. The blond's living space is quite sizeable; equipped with a sofa, an armchair and a table which faces a small television. The top of the sofa is lined with various plushie-type toys and Sasuke can already envision them toppling on him everytime he sits down. He's sure that with a little persuasion the goggle-eyed creatures will find a new home - in Naruto's wardrobe. Playing it safe for now, the Uchiha takes a seat in the arm chair and waits patiently for his lover to appear, eyes drifting over the randomly placed paintings that adorn the otherwise bare walls.
Naruto swallows the embarrassment of being the one consoled, it should've been the other way around, but he supposes Sasuke can see through the relentless jabber. With a rapidly diminishing point in continuing has facade any longer, Naruto stops all together, letting himself deflate at Sasuke's demand and allowing his shoulders to fall.
A feeling of a different kind takes him with the mention of his candid moment plastered on the fridge with a magnet. Sasuke gives him some leeway, though, providing an ultimatum of sorts. "Umm..ahh," mulling over what to say now would be pointless, so Naruto does little in weighing his options. Eyeing the picture one last time, his gaze flicks back to the man patiently standing before him. Fucking kiba, his mind supplies, before moving back onto more pressing matters. " Let's just," the blonde replies quietly and continues in firmer voice, " Let's get this show on the road, okay? The sooner, the better and besides, I get cranky when I'm hungry and I'm sure you'd rather not be a witness to that."
"Hold on.." Naruto trails off, leaving Sasuke to race back to his room to retrieve his wallet. " So I am a little jittery," he yells from the bedroom, while fishing out the pouch, now fat with money paid to him from his mission. " But it's okay, because when am I not a little wired, -ttebayo?" The words are spoken more to himself, rather than Sasuke.
Padding back into the living room, with both pairs of shoes in one hand, he shakes the pouch at his wayward lover, cracking smile. " Oh, wait weren't you buying me food?" Flinging Sasuke's worn sandals to the floor near him, he fastens his own, wiggling his toes inside for added comfort.
The door leading to the outside world is foreboding in itself, shiny golden knob looking as if it would burn flesh if touched. But when has Naruto been one to hesitate before jumping into an abyss? Keys in hand, he leads them both out into the noon sun, coming face to face with his lovely flat neighbor, Bachiko. Her hunched over stance nearly stops the two of them at the door and Naruto prays she doesn't recognize the man standing behind him. Her lip nearly curls in disdain as her brown eyes search them.
She then opens her mouth to speak, gaze settling on Naruto. "Nasty mosquitoes out there…" and says nothing more as she moves to unlock her door.
So there we have it, the next step in these two idiots adventures. Nice opening hey ;)