Summary: This is the situation and Sasuke is going to need your help (not really) to make the right decision and to end the night right. Are you up for it?

Warning: BoyxBoy (Yaoi), Inappropriate language and possible pervertic-ness. Tread with caution. xD

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Kishimoto-sensei does!

'Bored…' Was Sasuke's only thought as he surveyed his surroundings, a room of swaying people, bright lights, terrible food and horrible music. Taking a tiny sip of the punch that filled his glass, he let obsidian orbs scan his surroundings, searching for that amazing shock of golden blond that marked the location of his boyfriend and the only reason he was at this thrice damned area in the first place.

"Oi, Sasuke! Sasuke! Sasukeee…" and he cringed when the loud tone pierced his ears. Annoyed, obsidian sought out cobalt blues.

"What is it, dobe?" And his mental self shamelessly raped the unsuspecting Uzumaki with eyes alone.

"Why aren't you enjoying yourself more? It is the annual disco we're at." Naruto reminded him as soon as he neared the Uchiha's side. "Shake some life into your feet and dance a bit, why don't you?"

'I don't mind… I get to fantasies about taking you over and over again against every flat surface in our apartment…' "I only came because you begged me to, dobe. Of course I don't want to dance." Sasuke retorted, eyes raking over his stunning boyfriend's features.

Naruto had decided upon an orange wife beater with a golden swirl centered around his belly button. With Sakura's help, he had picked out a black button-up shirt that had flame like designs licking up the sides in gold, orange and blue to match his top, black pants which flared slightly near his ankles and big, black, clunky boots to complete his attire, along with the classic blue crystal that seemed almost to be a signature feature which defined the essence of 'Naruto Uzumaki'.

Sasuke had thought the outfit drool worthy, but, when his very definition of 'sex-on-legs' had shown up in front of him, wet and breathing heavily from his time on the dance floor, it was all he could do to not actually rip the clothes off his boyfriend's body and ravish him until they both couldn't walk anymore.

"For the last time, teme, don't call me dobe!"

'Shit…' Sasuke's mental eyes widened a few inches. A hot, molestable Naruto was manageable and a hot, wet and totally molestable Naruto made for a horny but still controllable libido. But, when it's a hot, sweaty, molestable and flushed Naruto… Well, Sasuke didn't think he could withhold his desire any longer…

Now, you get to make a decision for the poor boy! Should he, A. Follow his instincts and take Naruto somewhere and screw him until they're both bed ridden, or B. Keep his dick in his pants and just ride out the rest of the day?

If you choose A. Fuck Naruto, patiently wait for Chapter 2: 1st Choice.

If you choose B. Practice restraint. Then, well, why are you still reading? Click the back arrow! There's no plot anymore!

xD

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Remember, a happy author is a productive one.

This is Rei and Katou signing out.