Chapter 2 is finally up! This one should be more exciting than the last, I hope.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi.
Tomodachi - Friend
By the time they reached the club, it was pitch black outside, the headlights of Naruto's car shining on the dark brick building being the only indication that they had arrived at Akatsuki.
Sasuke made to reach for the door handle and step out of the car, but Naruto spoke, halting his actions.
"Alright, so how do you plan on getting in?"
"Simple: we get out of the car, walk to the door, open it, and go inside."
Naruto gave him a playful shove, "Funny. Smart ass. Was that really your plan?"
"Actually, yes. Now come on." Sasuke got out of the car, Naruto eyeing him skeptically before following.
They walked up to the door, or rather, the line of anxious people waiting to get to the door. The wait was about ten minutes, which wasn't bad considering the popularity of the club, but it was getting cold and Naruto and Sasuke just wanted to get inside already.
Finally, it was their turn. The security guard at the door, who was as wide as he was tall, was checking Ids like he was staring at a Magic Eye painting. When they approached him, he opened his mouth, ready to ask for Ids, but the spotted Sasuke. The bouncer tilted his head toward Naruto, silently asking, "Is he with you, too?"
Sasuke gave a small nod and the guard lowered his mammoth arm to let them pass out of the cold and into the humid club where tank-topped, sweaty faced girls were three deep along the bar, waving twenties and clamoring for attention from the overwhelmed bartender.
"Told ya so," Sasuke mocked as soon as they were past the guard.
"Shut up, teme."
Upon entering the club, their senses were completely overwhelmed by the sights, smells, and sounds of alcohol, large masses of people dancing together, more darkness, the frequent pulses of blinding color from the strobe lights, and the loud music accompanied by a deep bass that seemed to shake the entire building and throb under their feet.
They weaved through the mass of bodies, Naruto's face brightening with excitement. "Come on, let's get some drinks first!" Naruto shouted over the music, dragging his friend over to the bar, where the bartender was furiously trying to keep up with the dozens of orders he received. Sasuke followed, a bit reluctant at first, but after having a drink
(or four)
he felt more relaxed. It seemed like Naruto was getting a bit tipsy as well.
The previous song ended and another began, this one openig with a heavy drum beat and the first few lyrics coming out in searing screams that had Sasuke wincing at the thought of the state of the singer's throat. The song alternated between the shredding screams and normal singing, from a vocalist who actually had a fairly nice voice. Sasuke found that he was actually enjoying himself, even nodding his head to the beat of the song.
Naruto noticed this and said, "Le'ss dance, S'suke," his words already becoming slurred.
Sasuke agreed and they headed out to the dance floor, easily blending in with the mass of bodies moving together.
It was intense, every part of Sasuke's body was in contact with someone else's. Arms were wrapped around his waist, and his own arms coming up around several strangers' necks as well. Hands grabbed at his ass, hips grinded together as they moved their way through the crowd. Soon, the song ended and a different one began, this one with an even faster beat and a heavier bass line.
The longer they danced, the louder the music seemed to get, but nothing was louder than the pounding of Sasuke's heart in his ears. His blood was racing, adrenaline pumping. Sasuke felt like he could go on for hours, with energy to spare.
He had missed this feeling. This euphoria. This high.
Sasuke usually worked 'backstage', or at the bar when he was here at the club, so he was never in on the dance floor much.
During a slower part of the song, or was it a different song? Sasuke couldn't tell the difference anymore, he looked around, obsidian orbs searching for a mass of blond hair in the crowd that had escaped his vision.
Over there, Sasuke thought, on the couch.
The blond was lying on one of the expensive leather couches near the back of the club, with a dark-haired man lying on top of him. It looked like they were kissing.
Sasuke chuckled, and hoped that his friend wouldn't do something he would regret in the morning, like he himself had so many nights before.
Lost in his thoughts for a moment, the dark-haired teen did not notice a red-headed man approach him. Before he knew it, he was pushed up against the wall, pale hands gripping his equally pale wrists.
"Wha-!" Sasuke was cut off by the man's lips pressing themselves on his own. He didn't have a chance to get a good look at his captor, only that his eyes were a piercing shade of red, if that were possible. Sasuke wasn't sure anymore, he was so out of it. The alcohol was really beginning to take effect.
A tongue forced his lips to part, gaining entrance and exploring his mouth eagerly. Sasuke groaned, giving in to the kiss and closing his eyes.
Damn, he's good.
The hands still restraining his wrists released and dropped to his waist. He followed suit, wrapping his now freed arms around the stranger's neck.
But he's so tall.
He was getting a crick in his neck from having to lean upward so much. As if answering his complaints, the other man broke the kiss, leaving Sasuke's bruised lips gasping for air, and moving to his neck, sucking and biting it.
Sasuke moaned, and the hands on his waist moved lower, then higher, roaming all over his body. Sasuke was too intoxicated to care. Besides, it felt so good.
It was getting hot. Too hot. If they didn't stop soon, who knew what it would lead to. Sasuke began to speak, but the stranger cut him off.
"How about we get a room?"
The red haired man's words crushed his previous train of thought, and, against his better judgment, Sasuke nodded.
The other man led him towards the back of the club, behind the bar, where the luxurious black leather couches were situated. To the left of those were a series of doors containing short hallways, which Sasuke found himself being pulled through. They stopped at one of the dark red doors near the end of the hall.
They went inside, and before Sasuke even got a glimpse of the room, the stranger had him pressed up against the wall again. Their lips met in another breathless kiss, and then the other man was pulling Sasuke's shirt over his head as they stumbled over to the plush, black comforter clad bed.
If he had to choose which pain was going to kill him first, Naruto would say it was the searing pain in his head. He tentatively opened his eyes, surprised to find that the lights were quite dim, instead of bright white like he had been expecting. He looked around a bit and saw the exhausted bartender wiping down the counter with a rag. Naruto guessed that he had been the one to turn down the lights out of courtesy for the hung over teens.
"Unghh," he groaned, "My head..."
Somewhere in the room, someone laughed.
Naruto sat up from where he was sprawled out on the couch, massaging the kinks in his neck. Then, immediately deciding it was a bad idea because his stomach lurched, and he felt sxtremely nauseous.
"Bathroom?" He turned to the bartender, who pointed to one of the doors, "Just down the hall, third on the left."
The blond got up and quickly went over to the door, bolting down the hall and into the bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door, hurried over to the toilet, and emptied the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. When he felt a bit less sick, he flushed and collapsed to the tiled floor, catching his breath.
Eventually, the awful taste in his mouth forced him to get up and rinse in the sink. He noticed a bottle of mouthwash on the counter, "Man, they think of everything!" he exclaimed.
After he was sure that he wasn't going to throw up again, he left the bathroom and was about to go back out to the main room when he heard a loud thump coming from what sounded like the room right next door.
He went over to the shiny, deep red door and knocked.
Sasuke awoke, black pillows obscuring his vision and realizing several things at once.
First, his head was killing him.
Next, he was ling in a very comfortable bed.
Alone, Sasuke added as an afterthought. He wasn't sure if he was plaintive or relieved about that yet.
And lastly, the area around his stomach was warm and sticky. Gross.
Sasuke reluctantly got out of the bed, trying desperately not to think about what he had let happen last night.
He glanced around the room and saw his clothes strewn about the floor from where they were eagerly pulled off the night before and haphazardly tossed away.
He shuffled around the room, picking up different articles of clothing and noticed a door close to where his shirt was lying. He opened it and discovered an elegant white bathroom, complete with a shower.
He finished gathering his clothes and immediately stepped into the shower, turning the water on cool atfirst to try to ease the nausea in his stomach from the hangover. He washed all of the remnants from the previous night off of his body, feeling a lot less uncomfortable afterwards. He stood in the shower a bit longer, enjoying the cool water on his heated body. Then, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy black towel from the rack on the wall.
As the fog from the shower cleared up, Sasuke slowly distinguished his reflection in the mirror.
The bags under his eyes had gotten even darker, his lips were slightly bruised and still red, and his pale neck was covered in red marks.
Great, Sasuke thought, glad that he had worn a high-collared shirt. After he got dressed, he suddenly felt completely exhausted.
He slowly made his way back into the bedroom, planning to collapse onto the bed, but then deciding against it. Instead, he opted for leaning against the wall beside the bed and sliding down it, bringing his knees up to his chest slightly. He rested his arms on top of them, letting his head fall back against the wall with a loud thump.
A few moments later, he heard someone knocking on the door.
"Hello?" A voice called, after knocking and getting no response.
That sounds like - "Naruto?" Sasuke called from his seat on the floor against the wall.
The door opened, and sure enough, the black and orange clad teen ambled into the room, blue eyes scoping the room in search of his friend.
He finally spotted Sasuke seated on the floor and walked over.
"How come you're sitting on the- Are you crying?" Naruto asked worriedly.
Sasuke blinked in confusion, then found that his eyes were overflowing with moisture. He hadn't realized he'd been crying. He wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve and said, "It's nothing. So, what happened to you last night?"
Naruto didn't look convinced, but let it go for now.
"Not much. Got wasted. Passed out. Hangover," Naruto laughed.
Sasuke forced out a weak chuckle.
"Heh, well I can guess what happened to you last night," the blonde teen said, gesturing to the bed, which was still messy and unmade from last night.
"...Yeah, I guess you can," Sasuke said quietly.
Sensing his friend's distress, Naruto tried to lighten the mood, "So, was he hot?"
Sasuke smiled at his attempt, "But of course."
-TBC-
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Until then, pleasant somethings, everyone.
