New chapter story. It's going to be short chapter-wise(because I want it to be.) Probably not more then 10 or so chapters.

So there.

Diclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Warnings: Yaoi, sappy, and cliché-ness(I'm human, sue me.) Cussing.

Do Not Go Gentle

Rage, rage against the dying light- Do Not Go Gentle Into that Goodnight, by Dylan Thomas.

Chapter One:

"So…do you wanna fuck?"

I looked back at the nameless blond boy in the dark lighting of the club. He was cute in a Tickle-Me-Elmo sort of way. The moment he asked I knew that I could go home with any other body in this club, but not him.

"No."

"Really? Why not?"

"Because you just don't go up to someone and ask like that."

"Who says?"

God, he was annoying.

"Common courtesy does, now bugger off."

The boy shrugs. "It was just a question." But he doesn't leave. I'm waiting for my drink.

"Look, there's this thing called foreplay. You just don't go up to people and ask them if they want to fuck, alright?" At the end of my diatribe, I realize my voice has been rising.

The boy looks back at me for a moment, and in that moment I notice how big his smile is and how blond his hair looks and how his eyes crinkle up as he smiles.

"I don't have time for foreplay," he says. "I'm dying.

--

His name is Naruto Uzumaki.

He has cancer.

As in the fatal kind.

He tells me he figures he has about two months left, and then it's time to kick the bucket (his words, not mine.)

Then he asks me my name.

And he says all this smiling. Smiling. As if it's okay that he won't be alive in two months.

So what do I do?

"Liar."

"No really, it's true. Doc says I've got about two months."

"Then why are you here and I don't know…in a hospital."

Naruto looks at me like I had suddenly grown another head. "If you had two months to live would you be in hospital?"

"Yes."

"Well then, you're no fun."

I could beat him, but I don't because he's already dying.

"So…what? You asked me to fuck you. Is it your dying wish to fuck with someone who has black hair?"

"Nah, I'm just horny."

Figures.

"Well," I say, "Cancerous or not, I'm not going home with you."

"That's fine," he says. "We'll go to yours"

"What?"

--

A few hours later and we've left the bar, and Naruto is drunker then an uncle on Christmas. Is it snowing outside? I believe it is. He clutches to my arm like an invalid and I wave down a cab to take him home before I realize I don't know where he lives.

I look at him and bring his face to mine.

"Naruto?"

"Hm?" His eyes are hazy and unfocused. Did he do any weed?

"I've called you a cab to take you home. Where do you live?"

Naruto smiles and his eyes seem to focus for a minute. "S'not matter, 'suke. I'm going home with you."

Damn, he hadn't forgotten.

I sigh in defeat. Oh, well. It's just one night. It's not like we'll actually have sex. He's too drunk.

Naruto leans his head on my shoulder as I tell the cab driver my address.

--

My name is Sasuke Uchiha.

I'm twenty-two.

After college, I expect I'll start living or something.

I thought, after high school, that college would be life, but it's not. College just really prepares you for life, but it doesn't let you live it.

I had one year left, when I met Naruto Uzumaki.

That's what I really wanted to do, you see? I really wanted to live, hard, fast, happy.

But I wasn't. And I hated that.

--

When we get to my apartment, Naruto seems to have sobered up a lot, though he still stumbles when he walks and he seems unable to say my name properly.

Bet he was never drunk, the little fuck. Bet he was just pretending.

But he wasn't. I could tell.

"Wow." He says. "Look at all these books."

And there are quite a lot of them. Anything from Homer to Capote, I'll read. And they're everywhere. You can't walk around in my apartment without finding a book.

"What are you going to do with all these books?" he says, as he fingers a copy of The Man in the Iron Mask.

"Read them."

He stops his scrutiny and eyes the law book I have for school. "You want to be a lawyer?"

"Hm."

Naruto looks at me straight in the eye and his eyes aren't cloudy anymore. The drug must've worn off.

"What do you really want to do?"

And I don't know why I tell him this, but I do. Even my own brother doesn't know this.

"Write."

--

Let it go on the record: He kissed me first.

Naruto came up close to me and I realized he was at least two or three inches shorter than me and then he kisses me.

His lips are soft. I run my tongue across his bottom lip.

Talking about foreplay. I kiss his neck, and shoulders and chest. He nips at my ear and licks it. Soft, gentle licks, like he was a cat, instead of a man.

The next thing I know, we're on the floor and I'm trying to get a condom on and he's stoking me, trying to get me hard, and I'm wondering if you can get cancer from sex. The whole thing is a flurry of movement. Of his body against mine. Of my fingers through his hair. Sweat against sweat.

And as we lay there, on the floor, surrounded by books, my heart beating against his, for the first time in my life, I feel truly alive.

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A/N: That's the end of chapter one.

CB readers, I haven't abandoned it. I've started working on Chapter seven. I'm not one of those people who starts a new story and then they're like "Sorry! Lost interest! Thanks for playing!"

That bugs me.

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