Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Shocker.

Silk sheets clung to entangled limbs, sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids. Warm breath ghosted over pale skin, causing a shiver to race through the pale body and goosebumps to spring up, contradicting the warmth of the room. A tanned arm was slung over his chest and an uncomfortable dampness resided on his inner thigh. He sighed, shifted and winced as the blankets rustled, sounding too loud in the contented atmosphere. Reaching over to his trouser pocket, he pulled out a slim black phone and pressed the green button.

" What?" His voice was gravely, from overuse or sleep, he wasn't sure. He leant up a little more in the bed, his back quietly protesting the action, the arm that didn't belong to him falling down to his lap. His bedmate frowned, murmured something, and then turned over onto his side.

" Sasu-chan! I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Itachi's voice sung over the phone, and Sasuke's body stiffened in a conditioned reflex to his brother's voice.

" Itachi. It's 3.42 am. Yes, you damn well interrupted something! My sleep!" He kept his voice low, eyes watching the back of…Sasuke wracked his brain. He was sure he knew the name of the man in his bed. He wasn't that much of a –

" Man slag!" Sasuke blinked and tried not to be creeped out by the fact Itachi had just finished his thought. He can not read minds, he can not read minds, he can not read minds, he can not. It was too late. The seed of doubt was planted. Sasuke just had to test this out. Nipples! His brother carried on normally, and Sasuke breathed a sigh of relief. " You're with someone, aren't you? You got laid last night!"

" You sound too overjoyed." Sasuke's voice was flat.

" So? Who is she? Do you love her?" There was an over-dramatic pause. " Did she follow you from America? How romantic!"

" Stop reading Jackie Collins." Sasuke sighed, shifted onto his side and placed the phone in the crook of his neck. The chill of the sheets felt good against his skin, and he bit down a sigh. That would only add fuel to Itachi's fire. A callused foot unconsciously rubbed up against his calf and Sasuke almost jumped from the cold touch. Trying to keep the shock from his voice and shifting his body a little further away from the blond companion, he continued, " What do you want, aniki?"

" So harsh. So cruel." There was an over-dramatic sob. " You don't love me, do you?" There was silence for a few beats. " Sob! Woe! Angst!" There was another pause. " Oh, join in my emoting, Sasuke! You have the perfect face for it! You even ooze misery and deep, dark secrets!" Sasuke stuck his tongue out at the phone and crossed his eyes. A tired Sasuke is not a mature Sasuke. " Well. That's just plain mean." Sasuke jumped and looked around for the cameras. Damn Itachi..! His brother's voice suddenly became business-like, and Sasuke rolled his eyes, used to the almost schizophrenic change in moods, his eyes still scanning the room for convenient hiding places for cameras... " The documents on Rasengan should be coming through soon. Memorise the key players. I want you to be an integral part of this merger, Sasuke. No slacking off."

" Got it." There was a small beep as they both disconnected, and a scatter as the phone hit the floorboards and rattled across them. Sasuke threw the covers off, wincing as some of them thwapped the blonde bedmate in the face. He watched in muted fascination as the blond's nose twitched, and a large hand came up to rub it, before his features relaxed again. Cute…Ridding his mind of these thoughts, the young man walked over to the fax machine in his office, pulling a silk robe around him as he went. His feet padded on the cold hardwood floors, and he cursed the heating for not being on. A harsh, electronic nose suddenly grated through the almost satin silence of the flat. Sasuke sighed, entered his study and blinked as a harsh green light from the fax machine glared at him almost evilly. Sasuke glared back. The machine surrendered the piece of paper, and the Uchiha smirked, victorious. The machine started up again, with an even more obnoxious sound than before. Sasuke flinched. He could've sworn the machine winked at him.

With the attitude of an angry child whose alphabet was conspiring against him, Sasuke stared at the sheet. Then blinked. A smiling, blond man smiled back at him, three whiskers on each cheek. Sasuke blinked again. His shoulders slumped, though he'd never admit it, and his head tilted forward just a little bit. " Oh, fuck."

A screech cut through the warm harmony of the bustling business, cutting conversations short and halting fingers in their destination to a keyboard. A pant heaved itself out of the blond's body as he picked himself up from his untimely skid across the lobby floor. Damnit! "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late…!" Naruto paused down a hallway for a moment to admire his uncanny likeness to the White Rabbit, before sprinting off again. He was already fifteen minutes late and – he heaved a sigh of relief as his office doors greeted him from the end of the corridor – if he knew anything, he knew that he was in for the beating of a lifetime from – BOMF.

" Sakura-chaaaan…! That hurt!" The pink-haired secretary stood with hands on her hips, an angry frown marring her pretty features.

" Naruto, you moronic idiot of a CEO. You're late!" She pointed her finger at him accusingly, and Naruto would have rolled his eyes, were it not for his entirely rational fear of the Finger of Righteousness. No, really. That thing could, and would, have his eye out if he wasn't careful. Sakura was a take-no-prisoners kind of girl, and Naruto was all too aware of this.

" I'm sorry! I am, I am! But the damn traffic was really bad and the driver didn't pick me up properly and, okay, so it was 'cause I wasn't in the right place, and couldn't give him directions, 'cause I didn't have a clue where I was, but that was because the bastard I slept with last night completely screwed me over, and I don't mean in the nice way, although that happened too, and, oh, Sakura, when I tell you what he did with his tongue…." There was a pause where Naruto's eyes glazed over and Sakura tapped her foot with impatience, before the blond continued. The threat of imminent death always seemed to awaken him from the lust-induced moments. " Anyway, he left me at his apartment, and I didn't know where the hell I was and he had just scarpered, so I was well and truly up shit creek without a paddle, and, well, it took me a while to locate my clothes too, so…"

At this point Sakura's entire body was almost vibrating with irritation. With a low growl, she started bodily pushing the blond towards two glass doors further down the hall. " He had the weirdest hair too, Sakura, but his face was the prettiest thing I've ever seen…Well, what I saw of it anyway. I was kind of drunk. And it was kind of dark in the club. The alley too. And the taxi. Ooh, I wonder if that taxi driver can get that stain out of his seat…" The blond nibbled his lip anxiously.

Sakura knocked on the glass door, and sighed. Really. She was too used to these kinds of mornings. She should get a medal. Or some kind of bonus. Like a raise. Or maybe some hot, muscled man to give her a back massage whenever she desired. Hmm…

There was an answering 'come in' from the conference room inside, and Sakura, with the practised air of having done this a thousand times before, managed to place Naruto in his seat, while he was silently ruminating over his fantastic lay last night. A couple of Naruto's staff sitting around the table hid smirks or smiles behind hands or reports. Naruto blinked as the exposed flesh of his forearm collided with the chill steel of his office chair, and he slowly returned to reality. He smiled, scanned the room, and came to rest on the reason for the early morning meeting. Rising from his chair, he smiled at Itachi Uchiha, his soon-to-be partner of the most powerful transnational company in Japan. Itachi did the same, and they both bowed, lowering their heads only enough to be respectful. Neither would let themselves look submissive in anything, not in this affair.

" It's a pleasure to have you here, Uchiha-san." Naruto's voice was warm, as was his smile.

A small smile was returned, though it seemed more of an obligatory twitch of the lips than anything with real emotion behind it. " A pleasure to be here, Uzumaki-san. Unfortunately, pressing business overseas will soon draw me away, so I would like to introduce you to my brother. He'll be handling the merging of our companies from our side. Sasuke, introduce yourself."

Naruto, only slightly unsettled by this change of events, looked to where the elder Uchiha's gaze was directed. And tried desperately not to choke on air. Long legs unfolded from the chair – pale legs wrapped their way around his waist, creating more friction and dragging gasps from both mouths that were quickly, greedily swallowed – and arms covered by a well tailored, yet obviously American, black suit jacket left their pose on his chest to dangle at his slim waist – strong arms linked behind his neck, lips tilted up, asking for a kiss, which Naruto eagerly granted. Dark grey eyes met startled blue ones, and the message was clear – 'tell anyone, you die'. The pale man bowed his head in respect, and Naruto followed quickly, trying to get rid of thoughts of where that bent head had been last night. He coughed. Looking up, he smiled weakly. " H-hello. Nice to meet you."

Sasuke looked off to the side, and nodded. " You too."

Itachi looked between the two. The head of Rasengan looked positively shocked to the core and his little brother was…was…was he blushing?! Now, Itachi wasn't called a genius for nothing. When presented with facts, he could draw a logical conclusion as easily as he could draw stickmen. Which was pretty damn good. Itachi had mad skillz when it came to stickmen. The facts – his brother had arrived at Chidori early, a slight limp in his step which he'd blamed on a rabid, stray dog, and a bruise on his neck that he claimed he'd created himself when slapping away a mosquito. Uzumaki-san was wearing a rumpled suit, bed hair and the 'just got laid' look as easily as some model who'd had hours spent on perfecting the look. Or a prostitute, who really had just got laid. Plus, there was the obvious sexual tension between the two. It was almost palatable.

Smirking evilly, for there was nothing, truly nothing, that Itachi enjoyed more than screwing up his darling brother's life, Itachi announced as simply as stating the fact that the sky was blue, " You screwed my little brother."

Sasuke choked on air and Naruto turned bright red. Several eyes focused on the two and a PA from Chidori hurriedly ran forward with a glass of water for Sasuke. " Here, Uchiha-sama." The young man sat down and gulped his drink down quickly. Uzumaki-san, Itachi was pleased to note, was guiltily avoiding all of his co-workers eyes, especially an angrily fuming rosette. Inside, Itachi was cackling. Outside, his entire façade was solemn.

" I hope your intentions are honourable." Itachi restrained the urge to clap with glee as Sasuke choked on the water this time. Shooting his brother an evil glare, Sasuke gracefully got up from his place and, without meeting Naruto's eyes, announced that he and his brother needed to talk some matters over.

Naruto was left to face the wrath of Rasengan and Chidori employees alone.

" Itachi, just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Sasuke hissed, his eyes livid as he turned to face his obviously amused brother.

Said obviously amused brother shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, a fake contemplative look on his face. " Just, please, tell me you weren't bottom."

" Of course I wasn't!"

There was a long, awkward pause. Then a long, exhaled sigh and an amused, mock disappointed tone. " Oh, Sasuke…"

" Shuttup!" There was a fierce blush on Sasuke's face now, and he cursed Allah, Kami, God and Buddha in one big collective breath. Itachi let out a low whistle.

" Shouldn't have done that. Karma's a bitch, you know."

" Well, screw karma too!"

" For all I know you might have. Why don't you tell me about these things, Sasu-chan? Am I too old? Am I not pretty enough? Jealousy?" Itachi pouted, fluttered his eyelashes. " It's okay, you'll never be as pretty as me but, with a lot of work, we can - "

A reply was forced out between gritted teeth. " Itachi. We are going to go back in there. You are going to apologise. And I am going to perform this task in the strictest of professional manners. Understood?"

Itachi smirked at the expression on his younger brother's face, and the clenched fists by his side. " Haai..! Who knew you could be so dominating? Shame Uzumaki-chan in there never got to see that side of you, eh?" Chuckling, the elder Uchiha slid into the conference room, effectively ruining Sasuke's chance at retorting.

Itachi clapped his hands, smiled without any real warmth, and said, " Okay. Well, now that's sorted, if we could get down to business. No, not your kind of business, Sasuke, Uzumaki-san…"

Naruto sank onto a stool in Ichiraku's, sighed deeply, and buried his head in his arms. He groaned. Well, hell, if that hadn't been the most embarrassing day of his life, he'd don a pink tutu and sing 'I'm a Little Teapot' while dancing to the Macarena. After Sasuke (and Naruto tried desperately to remember the name and not just the face, not just that one night where the brunet had been all his) and his brother had left the room, Naruto had to fend off loud exclamations from Sakura, a knowing smirk from Neji and a muttered 'troublesome' from Shikamaru. And if that hadn't been enough, the personnel from Chidori had done their best to try to glare him to death for daring to 'corrupt Uchiha-sama' which Naruto thought was damn laughable, really. Also there had been a rather questionable 'Yosh! Sasuke-sama is finally enjoying the Springtime of Youth!', though Naruto was willing to put this down to some weird kind of hallucination or blip in reality. Surely no one would really…?

He sighed again, ordered miso ramen from Amane, and glared at the request report from Chidori. Ramen first, business later and Sasuke…well…Sasuke never, maybe, judging by the cold air he had radiated the entire meeting.

Cold glass cooled Sasuke's warm skin, fresh from the shower. The lights of the city below stared into his room and Sasuke felt strangely comforted by them. He imagined letting go, free falling into orange, red and yellow lights that burnt in the darkness, then shook his head. A drop of moisture ran down his cheek.

Naruto Uzumaki.

He looked a lot better in daylight, Sasuke noted. He still exuded that raw power and easy warmth, still had the same chiselled body and blue eyes. However, it wasn't enough to make up for the fact that he outed him to his brother. Sasuke sighed, and frowned as his breath made a cloud on the dark windowpane. As if Itachi's off-colour jokes the entire meeting weren't bad enough, Sasuke had then had to put up with puppy-dog eyes from the blond idiot who was obviously asking for forgiveness. If he hadn't been so damn obvious…Sasuke sighed, and shook his head. It was in the past now.

He reached over to his vibrating phone and clicked to view the message. Itachi, he noted. Put some clothes on and stop moping, you big gay brother of mine. Sasuke hissed, his head turning rapidly and his eyes scanning every object, everywhere. Where the hell were those damn cameras?!

A/N: Sorry, just needed to get this out. It's a touch shorter than the rest...should be, and it only set the scene to a certain extent. But...if I didn't put this up here, there's some doubt as to whether I'd actually bother writing it. It should get better as we go on. Sexual inunendoes...here we come...