This is my absolute first fic that will contain lemons. I've written one or two already, but unfortunately they're not in this chapter. Too bad! T.T I'm not planning on marking where lemons start and where they end but if you wish me to, write a review and tell me. Of course I much hope you write one anyways...

I feel it's my responsibility to tell you that this story is only second in priority (Killing An Immortal takes first) and actually I don't even promise to update soon. Of course it will happen faster the more readers I get but I have a pretty high standard for this story's quality. I've read this first chapter through about ten times already (modifying it every time) before I was finally content with it. Not even to mention that I wrote the first form of this about a year ago. I have the second chapter written too, but it requires at least half a dozen more times of re-reading before it's anywhere close to the required quality. And this story's not gonna be very long (at least I don't think so). Probably three or four chapters... or then five... in other words I don't really know.

Warnings (to this chapter): Yaoi, language and references to adult themes

Disclamer: don't own the Naruto charas nor the original plot (applies to later chapters)

::Of Living And Being Alive::
::Awakenings::

And so awoke Uzumaki Naruto. He sat up on a large bed with white silk sheets. Definitely not his own bed. There was a mop of long black hair laid on a pillow on his right completed with a well-built male body. The other man had his half of the cover only to his hips, leaving the curve of his side and naked back open for Naruto's eyes. He remembered the man having flawless skin, but that's all he remembered. He hadn't met the man before the previous night, but they'd ended up here spending the night together. Afterwards both of them had turned to their own sides of the bed and fallen asleep. He really didn't have the slightest clue of to whom that very naked body belonged.

Deciding to leave before that someone woke up; he stood up from the bed. The bedroom was furnished with elegant dark wood and all its textures were of pearl white silk with the exact same hue as the bed sheets. Naruto silently cursed his slightly sore backside and got dressed once he found his clothes. The bedroom door led to a spacious lounge with similar decoration. The house looked very comfortable at first sight, but it felt a little lifeless to Naruto. So did his own apartment, he remarked. He hadn't been drunk the night before, but he still struggled to find the front door. They hadn't spent that much time outside the bedroom the previous night so the house was almost as good as new to him.

After finding his way out, Naruto stood in the front yard of the house for a while. There was a garden filled with well cared for plants and trees, but the scenery was partly spoiled by the depressingly grey sky hanging over it. The winds carried the smell of approaching rain and Naruto decided to hurry. On that kind of a day people stayed home doing something apparently important and cursed the fact that such weathers appeared on weekends. Naruto wasn't interested in on which days it rained and on which it didn't. All he knew was that tomorrow would be another day with another morning with stumbling home from another unknown house. That's what he did every weekend. Then there'd be another series of eventless days of working in his late father's corporation and again back to weekends and waking up at kami knows where.

Naruto walked along a seemingly endless stone path before arriving at the front gates. They were large and appeared to be high on security. Naruto tried opening them experimentally and slipped through the slight chink between them he managed to create. He turned to look who the house belonged to. There was a polished metal sign saying "Hyuuga". Naruto cursed again. He'd probably have to face the guy sooner or later at work. The Hyuuga house owned another remarkable corporation which happened to be on friendly terms with his father's one. They produced computer ware and worked on IT while Naruto's side took care of the advertisements and made their products sell.

But in truth, Naruto hated his job. He was rich because of it, yes, and he was in one of the top positions in the corporation but it was so damn boring. The whole place had once been a family business but it had grown into something else and Naruto sure as hell didn't know what good it did to keep the only remaining family member in the company when he wasn't even the boss. Not that he wanted to be, mind you. In his father's hands the place had been alive and well, but now it was just reaching for better markets and more money. The atmosphere there had gone cold. Still he felt a certain obligation to working there. The corporation was something his father had built and it was the last thing he could do for his father. He would have to claim the place back under the Uzumaki name.

Naruto had just arrived at the lobby in the house his apartment was at. He owned the top floor of one of the most expensive houses in the city. Naruto got in an elevator and rode it to his floor and entered his property. Contrary to the common belief, Naruto's pent house apartment wasn't covered in antique and gold, but rather with just nice, warm, a little darkish colors and simple leather and wooden furniture. Dark and warm colors made him feel more like he belonged in there. He had a huge book shelf full of books and DVDs. On weekdays he usually distracted himself from reality by reading, but on weekends he didn't really have the energy to concentrate on something like that. He picked some random movie from his DVD collection and put it into the DVD player. It really wasn't that random, really, as he remembered perfectly well what movie was where on the shelves. He had reached for his favourite comedy, but even it had lost its magic after seeing it about a hundred times. He collapsed onto a little too worn-out black leather sofa, a nice piece of heritage. The movie began and Naruto readied himself for another wasted Saturday. He knew perfectly well that long before the end of the movie, he would have lost interest in it and fallen asleep. Actually, he had already lost interest in it.

………

It was 6 pm when Naruto woke up. He was ravenous. He needed something to eat and fast. As normal, he had been neglecting his fridge, so he'd have to go out to eat again. And after that, it'd be late enough to go back to the club. There was a nice and quiet restaurant which Naruto frequented just a block away from his apartment, but that wasn't an option. Surely Naruto would starve to death long before he got his dinner in front of him. He had to pick a fast food restaurant just across the street but no way would he stay there to eat. It's at least theoretically possible that someone there would recognise him and come and ask for autographs and group photos. What's even worse, some journalist may notice him and dig up all that shit from the time of his father's death. His face would be plastered on every magazine cover and he wouldn't have a moment of peace. Nope, he'd have to eat his hamburgers home, alone.

………

After the feasting, Naruto decided he'd have a refreshing shower before the hunt of the night. Hot water never ran out with his kind of money, so he wasted some more time just standing under the pouring water. He enjoyed the feel of hot water on his body. It felt like it was purging him inside out. But he never actually felt dirty. All he felt was boredom and pleasure. One could call him a hedonist, but he never thought of himself as one. He just wanted to feel alive again and again and pleasure brought him that feeling.

He stood before the bathroom mirror and wiped some steam off it. His blond hair, now darkened by its wetness, lay flat on his head, almost reaching his shoulders. He combed his long bangs back from his forehead with his fingers. He was supposed to have an uneven wild look but it would have to wait until his hair dried. He took a tube of lotion from a cabinet on his left and spread a thin layer of it on his skin. He wouldn't have his skin scaling off after drying it with all that water.

He left the bathroom and went to choose clothes for the night. There was a whole walk-in closet connected to the bedroom full of clothing. A significant part of his wardrobe consisted of suits, dress shirts and other formal clothing, though. His job required it, whether he liked it or not. Whether he was the head of his father's corporation or not the decision-makers insisted on his presence on important business meetings on which it was important to look good. They still considered him the main component in keeping up the corporation's image. They had actually admitted that persuasion by a handsome, young man helped the meetings go more fluently. Of course, another half of Naruto's clothes were for leisure time. On nights like this he chose something tight to wear. He picked dark jeans and a bright red sleeveless shirt to go with it.

Naruto returned to the bathroom and dried his hair. His apartment had excellent air conditioning which made the damp air after a shower disappear in a second, allowing Naruto to use the hair dryer without receiving an unfortunate electric shock. He looked in the mirror again, finding his hair settling down just perfectly but still deciding to use some hair spray just in case. Finally he took his treasured necklace in hand and tied it around his neck. The necklace had a blue jewel and two silver ornaments on it. He had received it from his father who said it had been passed down in the family for generations. Everyone said the blue of the jewel matched Naruto's eyes but he knew his eyes were the exact same color as his father's and grandfather's. That's why he so treasured it. It was one of the last things connecting him to his family, even further than to his father.

There was this nice night club a good distance away from Naruto's apartment. That one was Naruto's favorite. The whole atmosphere there pleased him every time he entered the place. He didn't want to choose a club closer to his home because he lived in an area commonly known as wealthy. The rich know the rich they say. It would definitely end up as a scandal if Naruto slept with someone famous. He hadn't known about the Hyuuga, though. And now that he thought about it he remembered that the Hyuuga heir was engaged to his cousin by the decision of their parents. It was obvious in Naruto's eyes why he'd wanted to get wasted.

He entered the club he had been headed to and savoured in the immediate emotions it evoked in him. There was actually a long queue of people waiting to get inside, but let's just say the club owner was a friend of Naruto's. Loud music hit his ears the moment he left the club's foyer after leaving his coat there. He knew by experience that the night would get cold. There was a huge crowd of people on the dance floor clinging to whoever was the closest, lover or stranger. Lights of different colors flashed over the dance floor, circling and mixing with other colors. Tables and booths were around the dance floor, vacating the whole space around it. There was a bar counter at the back with people buzzing around it. If the music had been muted suddenly, the amount of noise the people themselves made would have overwhelmed anyone. Next to the bar an open doorway led to a more quiet space with a bar of its own. Practically it was where people went to wallow in their loneliness and drink themselves drunk enough to go fool around with just about anyone. Before they got thrown out, that is. Naruto never went to the other room, though. He didn't want to have anything to do with drunks and he didn't drink much himself. He didn't trust his judgment enough.

Now that he was here he felt alive. The darkness and loud music always made him feel less like himself and more like part of a huge crowd of people. The whole club felt like one big entity with all these small fragments moving inside it, seemingly insignificant but important all the same. The beat made his body go numb and his mind was free of everything.

He headed towards the bar counter. He always took a drink the moment he got there to loosen the tension. Only one, though. The place seemed to be overflowing with people already. He tried to circle around the dance floor, but even the area around it was packed with people. He bumped into someone and both apologized absent mindedly at the same time. It brought both back to the present. The one before him was a black haired man in his early twenties and he sure as hell was good looking. Naruto's eyes traveled to his tight dark blue shirt which emphasized his slim but muscular physique. The man's pale skin looked all the more attractive with the contrast to his shiny black hair. Just then someone decided to break their mutual admiration of each other and pushed Naruto from behind while rushing past him, cursing something about them blocking the way. Naruto and the other man ended up with their bodies squeezed together. Naruto's head had found its way over the other man's shoulder. He filled his lungs with his scent and enjoyed the contact with this total stranger. The man oozed sexiness and it had Naruto climbing fast to his own mental utopia. He had intended on staying there before he was woken up to the reality by the wakening in his crotch. His first impulse was to run, as composedly as he could, to the men's room and sort this out there. He liked to keep things simple and never got to know anyone at the club, but he always spent a bit of time with them to know if they were sane or not. That's why he needed to take care of his erection on his own. That required a total change in the direction he had been headed to as the bathrooms were located near the exit, but he didn't care. In the men's room he was after pushing past a lot of people.

'Oh fuck, he was gorgeous!' Naruto raved in his head. 'I won't have a peace of mind before I fuck him but he's too gorgeous for me to leave as a one-night stand. Oh fuck, oh fuck…'

He contemplated whether to just throw some cold water on his face or actually work on what he got. He decided to save the latter for later and congratulated himself on his resolve. He had already gotten to the deed of drying his face when he saw the same gorgeous man walking in from over his task. The man immediately set his eyes on Naruto and walked to him. His task forgotten, Naruto's breath became shallow and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The man's eyes were dark as night and they sucked away all of Naruto's rational thinking. Naruto saw lust in those eyes and he was sure that there was lust in his own. The other man lowered Naruto's hands further and moved his own to the back of Naruto's head. He drew him into a lust filled kiss which Naruto greedily returned. It was pure passion and Naruto knew immediately that he hadn't found just a gem like normally, but rather a diamond. In seconds Naruto had his arms around the other man, one hand tangling itself in the soft black locks of hair. At some point Naruto was pushed against the bathroom wall and their tongue-dance continued as a sloppy kiss partially outside of their mouths. Naruto pushed his hips forward and the other man leaned in to keep their bodies tightly pressed together. They both moaned when they rubbed against each other and the brunette moved to licking and kissing Naruto's neck.

While having his neck treated to, Naruto was suddenly struck by the realization that they couldn't do that there. No, rather, Naruto wouldn't do it there.

"Where do you live?" he asked breathlessly in hopes of leaving to a better location while they still could.

Somewhere in the midst of his ministrations the other man managed to answer, "Not close. You?"

"Close."

And that was all it took for them to leave the club. Naruto never brought men to his own home as it would surely peak attention, but just this once…

A/N

What'd you think? What'd you love and what hate?
I tried to fit in some psychological themes, but did it show at all?

If you wondered about Naruto waking up at 6 pm then consider how rough night Naruto had. ;P
I wondered how I could make his day pass and after going to a bar myself I knew he had to sleep. It's really extremely tiring.