This is a series of drabbles and ficlets that I have challenged myself to write in October. There will be one for every day of the month. They will all have various slash pairings, mostly narusasu. This one and the next one are birthday presents for my dear friend B-Trice.
None of the chapters in this story have anything to do with each other, they are all completely separate.
1. Cake (Narusasu)
The mid-autumn air was cool, and a slight breeze blew across the town causing more than one shiver. Despite the chill, the sun was shining brightly down on the inhabitants of Konoha. The people were not paying particular attention to the weather. Instead, everyone seemed to be focused on the celebration. Today would be the fifth anniversary of the defeat of Orochimaru and the Sound; the fifth year since Uchiha Sasuke had returned to his home village.
Sasuke had just returned from a long mission in Hidden in the Mist and he was very interested in getting home not only to his bed, but to someone warm he could share it with. Standing in front of the door, his hand on the nob, he took a deep, calming breath. He pushed the door opening, hoping to make the smallest amount of sound as possible.
The apartment was small. Two rooms, a bedroom and a room that served as a kitchen and a living space. Sasuke didn't like clutter, so the rooms were sparsely populated, but there was an underlying sense of disorganization throughout the entire apartment. That, Sasuke told himself, probably came from its other resident: Uzumaki Naruto.
The first thing that caught Sasuke's attention upon entry was the lack of life. Naruto was not home, which was odd, considering he had promised to be there. Of course, Sasuke should have expected nothing more from the blonde-he was always late. It was a little something he had picked up from their old teacher. But Sasuke had picked up on that same trait, so he could not really complain.
The slight adrenaline rush Sasuke had been running on had dissipated and he collapsed onto the couch. He was bone tired from his long mission, and the only sensible thing he could think about was sleep.
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Naruto felt a slightly guilty as he pushed open the door to his shared apartment. He should have been home an hour ago to greet Sasuke when he had arrived, but he had gotten held up at the store. Rock Lee had been shopping as well, and had gone on an hour-long youth-rant. Naruto let out a deep breath and looked around the room.
There was Sasuke, sleeping soundly on the couch. Naruto smirked. This was perfect: he could still do everything that he had planned. He shed his shoes and coat, and as quietly as possible, so as not to wake the sleeping ninja, Naruto crept forward to the kitchen. He deftly turned the oven on and shoved something he had pulled from his grocery bag in. Turning around, he found that his prey was still sound asleep. Naruto let out a silent cheer.
He sat slowly, lowering himself to straddle Sasuke on the couch. Naruto, arms suspending him over Sasuke, leaned forward and breathed onto the Uchiha's ear. "Sasuke," he mumbled, adding a measure of need to his voice, "I'm home."
The body beneath him stirred and two black eyes opened slowly. They looked slightly distant and tired, but that was all the better for Naruto; it would be easy to take control of a slow and groggy Sasuke. The eyes grew slightly more focused and they narrowed in onto Naruto's face. "Naruto?"
"Yes?" Naruto asked, leaning forward to place a light kiss on Sasuke's lips.
Sasuke grunted sleepily and tried to sit up, but, noticing that his lap was occupied, he gave up. "What time is it?"
"Doesn't matter," Naruto answered, lowering his mouth to place wet kisses along the underside of Sasuke's chin.
The Uchiha lifted his head slightly, giving Naruto easier access. "But the festival-" Sasuke was cut short as Naruto reclaimed his lips with a passionate kiss, rolling his hips forward at the same time. Sasuke moaned and quickly responding to the kiss, seeming to forget about his protest. Sasuke's arms rediscovered their purpose and wrapped possessively around Naruto. Naruto gave another silent cheer; this really was working perfectly.
All it took was another few minutes of needy activity for Sasuke to stand, lifting Naruto with him, and drag the blonde to the bedroom.
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Naruto woke slowly from the doze he had fallen into after their love making. His nose was greeted with the scent of burnt... something. It was all he could do to keep from throwing up there. What in the world would be burning? Had something caught fire? No, it couldn't be. The smell wasn't exactly the smell of fire, just... burnt.
He ran over everything he had seem when he came into the house, everything that he and Sasuke had done. He has come home, sat on Sasuke, and kissed him. Sasuke had protested at first, but that was before he had really woken up. Naruto's mind backtracked again to his arrival at home; he groaned and rolled off the bed.
The kitchen smelled worse than it had ever smelled before (which was saying something, considering Naruto's cooking skills); Naruto had to keep his hand over his face as he ran to the oven and turned it off. "Shit," he mumbled, pulling the mishapen, blackened food out. This was not how today was supposed to turn out.
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Sasuke woke slowly, but upon finding the bed empty, quickly sat up. Where was Naruto, and what was that smell?
He found his answers in the kitchen. Naruto was standing over the sink, roughly scrubbing a pan. The oven stood open, seemingly airing out. "Naruto, what's going on?"
Silence soon permeated the room. It was still bright outside, and muted chatter could be heard from the street and the festivities elsewhere. Naruto sighed and wiped his sudsy hand across his forehead. "Sorry, Sasuke. I did have a cake for you, but," he trailed off, keeping his eyes locked on the counter.
Sasuke quirked an amused eyebrow. "You baked me a cake? What for? It's not like I've been gone for that long, and even if it is the anniversary of Orochimaru's defeat, it's not that special," Sasuke stated.
Naruto stood straight and shot Sasuke a glare. "This is the day that you came back, and that is very special, no matter what you say."
"It is not," Sasuke retorted, crossing isarms over his chest. After a few seconds of glaring, he continued, "you just wanted an excuse to make cake."
Naruto pouted. "Shut up, it is special."
"Fine then, since you ruined my cake, why don't you make it up to me?" At this, Naruto's eyes widened a fraction, before narrowing into another glare.
"I didn't ruin it, you did."
"How so?" Sasuke was truly perplexed.
"If you hadn't distracted me, this wouldn't have happened." That was lame, and they both knew it.
"And you didn't enjoy my distraction?" Sasuke was smirking.
Naruto pointed an accusing finger at Sasuke and yelled, "Not the point!"
There was a pause in their conversation before Sasuke continued, "What if I made it up to you instead?"
Naruto smirked. "Horny bastard."
It was Sasuke's turn to glare. "You're worse!"
The smile that graced Naruto's face was perfectly devilish. "At least I'm honest about it." He moved forward as gracefully as a large cat and caught Sasuke's lips in a deep kiss that left their knees weak.
"So, are you going to make up for the burnt cake or not?" Sasuke asked.
Naruto growled and pulled Sasuke toward the bedroom again. "Fine."
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aaaaaargh... sorry for the crappy ending.. it was late... I'm exhausted...
