-1 Last night, I got bored. Officially I'm grounded right now, so I had no computer. I decided to venture into the wonderful world of fandom and came up with this. Please excuse my grammar errors, as I tend to be a comma whore and I sometimes forget to finish sentences.

Anyway, the story is just a little idea that popped into my head, inspired by my lingering desire to write about my bad sleeping habits. Except for the blanket thing, I've been known to do all of this while sleeping. I hope you enjoy it, despite the fact that it's completely random.

It was cold. That was his first thought upon waking up. He was still tired. That was his second thought. He was cold and tired, so obviously he hadn't woken of his own accord. Grumbling under his breath, he groped for his blanket, finally finding it wrapped around another figure. Damned blanket hog. This was the last time he agreed to share a bed with the dobe while on a mission. Stealing his cover back, he fell asleep again.

He was awake again. He thought. Maybe he was dead, suffering the tortures of hell. That would explain the smothering weight that had overtaken half his body. Too lazy to open his eyes, he resigned himself to a fate of eternal torture. Or he was resigned until he heard a mumbled "Teme" and realized he was being crushed to death by a sleeping moron. He had barely managed to shove the blonde off of him before he was asleep again.

He was angry this time. He just wanted to sleep, but there was something wet on his neck. And he was being smothered again. The dobe was probably doing something perverted, too. Finally opening his eyes, he tried to glare the dobe awake. It probably would have worked too, if his expression hadn't turned to one of horror at the line of drool pooling from the blonde's mouth.

He felt strange. Very strange. He was yet again being smothered, covered in drool, and SOMETHING WAS CARESSING HIS CHEST. He was being molested by his sleeping team mate. His male team-mate. How was he going to escape this without Kakashi and Sakura finding the Naruto had managed to defeat him without waking up? Naruto was loud when someone woke him up. Closing his eyes in resignation, he once again fell asleep.

Something was tickling him. He was sure of it. Since his lungs were still being crushed, he was sure it was the dobe. Who else would have access to his neck and face? But what was the baka doing? Whatever it was, it actually wasn't all that bad. It kind of felt like lips brushing against his skin. Really, if he didn't stop drooling on him…lips? He was being kissed. Another guy was kissing him. It was enough to make any sane male freak out. So he really wasn't surprised to find that he'd somehow tackled the other boy and had his arms pinned above his head. Glaring into a pair of dazed blue eyes, he hissed out a warning.

"I do not like it when you make me wet, so kindly keep to yourself when I'm trying to sleep or I'll kill you."

The blonde ninja felt a smile spread across his face as he realized what had just happened. Sasuke had just attacked him because he, Naruto Uzamaki, had managed to turn him on. Life was good once again.