OMG I'M SO SORRY, Y'GUYS! D: I had all the chapters done, (most of them, anyway) but my computer got corrupted a while back and I lost a bunch of files.. Including everything I had done for this story. ): I was gonna drop it.. But I decided against it and kept it around.

Alas, I shall continue it anew. :D

Warnings: Sexual mischief with an under-aged Sasuke. Don't like it? Please don't read. I will not change the ages to accommodate anyone. Thank you. C:

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It was always so boring upstairs, waiting for a ride that never came when Itachi wasn't there.

Sasuke stared blankly at his PSP, the redundant cacophony of the game he'd beat thirty times over filling the vicinity of the deserted room.

Not a soul had complied to be the first customer that day.

Sasuke sighed heavily, his fingers tapping softly somewhere on the counter he was ordered to cover while Suigetsu took his lunch break. Sasuke didn't even work there, merely forced to stop by every single day to wait for the ride Kisame always failed to deliver on time after school.

Coal eyes narrowed, a perpetual frown marring the contours of a lightly-tinted face.

It'd been maybe a fifth of an hour of just standing there, but the minutes bled over Sasuke like a continual second that felt as though it would never end.

People crowded the mall, Sasuke could see, the clamor of shoes and voices resounding from the outside and into the outlet. He brought his palm to rest under his chin, wondering what it would be like to have just a little more freedom. More than what his brother gave him, anyway.

Sasuke was sure that if Itachi had his way, he'd be sealed inside a box for the remainder of his days.

"Havin' fun, kid?" came a familiar, snarky voice from somewhere in the back.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, looking down towards the obnoxious PSP that rested innocently next to the register. "When can I go home? I'm bored."

"You already know, kid," the other said, stepping out of the backroom, "When Kisame gets here."

"He'll never get here."

"Then I guess you'll never leave."

"Why don't you drive me home?" Sasuke tried again, turning to face a pair of purple, shark-like eyes that seemed to almost give a light of their own. "It's just a few minutes away."

Suigetsu let out a chuckle, ruffling a patch of the other's hair. Sasuke immediately flinched away, shooting a glare that loosely mimicked his older brother's. He hated when people treated him like a kid. He was thirteen for heaven's sake. He was more than capable of being independent.

"I need the hours, little guy. Unlike you, I'm not spoiled shitless by my 'niki'."

"I don't call him that," Sasuke defended, a sheet of pink flaring on his cheeks. "I'm walking home."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"Why, you little-"

"Whoa! It smells in here!"

A pair of purple eyes shot towards the general direction of the annoyingly familiar voice, a tall figure with spiky, yellow locks standing in the middle of the previously abandoned store. Suigetsu's brows furrowed, his arms crossing against his chest in a notion of irritation. That blond bimbo had recently picked up the habit of walking around these parts as if he owned the damned place.

"Maybe 'cuz you walked in here," Suigetsu mumbled, his eyes tracing as Naruto began to approach in that conceited little walk he had grown to master somewhere throughout his spoiled life.

Sasuke's cheeks immediately brightened the more the other approached, having almost broken his neck whilst trying to turn away as much as humanely possible. Naruto chuckled when he noticed this, a yellow brow risen high to compliment the suave smirk on his face.

That kid always looked so delicious.

"Hey little guy, how's it going?" Naruto teased, reaching to pinch an overheated cheek. "Miss me?"

Sasuke immediately winced away, his dark eyes nervous towards the ground. The mesmerizing ocean of Naruto's impossibly blue eyes were too much for him. Sasuke could literally feel his heart pounding out of his chest, his stomach tingling in all sorts of different ways.

Noticing the other's delicious abashment, Naruto flashed a brief, seductive smile, his finger giving a playful tap on Sasuke's chin. "Why so shy, little guy? Cat caught your tongue?"

Suigetsu took the moment to roll his eyes, his elbow resting lazily on the register's counter. That Uchiha kid turned into a completely different person whenever Naruto happened to pop up out of nowhere.

"If you aren't gonna buy anything just do us the favor and leave. Itachi ain't here, I think we all know that."

Naruto shifted his panty-dropping gaze towards the older of the three, an arrogant curve of his lips driving Suigetsu into incurable choler.

"I know that. Didn't come here to see him, anyway. Just thought I'd drop by to give my two best buds a little visit," Naruto smiled, casually running a hand through one of the clothing racks. "When's Itachi gonna close down this shitty line, anyway? Everyone's broke right now. No one buys brands these days."

"Or maybe it's just you. With your broke ass."

"Excuse me?" Naruto squinted almost comically, his head tilting to the side.

Sasuke watched timidly from somewhere behind the counter, having practically been hiding behind Suigetsu the entire time. His coal gaze traced Naruto's attractive complexion, the butterflies in his stomach violently pecking at his insides to give way.

Ever since the first time he'd met Naruto, Sasuke could do nothing but shy away. His skin would flare, his legs would weaken. His bones felt as though they'd melt whenever Naruto stood too close to him. The day Itachi had first started dating the guy was the day that Sasuke's lifelong jealousy towards his older brother had skyrocketed through the roof.

He'd see them together almost without falter. Naruto would come over nearly every day, blabbering on in all the possible clamor about last night's football game, basketball playoffs, and other sports-related absurdities for hours on end. Sasuke knew his brother was anything but sports-interested, which caused him to further question Itachi's need to devote himself to their highly incompatible relationship.

Sasuke watched Suigetsu's and Naruto's childish argument quietly in the forgotten background, his ebony eyes yearning in all their secrecy.

He was absolutely certain Naruto must have felt something for him. Anything, even if it were but a speck. The constant, secretive smiles, the occasional wink, the prolonged stare that occurred now and then when Itachi wasn't in the room..

Sasuke's cheeks began to warm again, his hands nervous at their sides.

The unattainable, the perfect Adonis of what was Naruto. Sasuke seethed in his hidden cesspool of envy, wishing he had longer hair, the red eyes, and cream complexion of his older brother. Maybe then Naruto would take more notice of him, take him more seriously.

He'd hear them at night. On school days, too. He'd hear his brother's grunting, Naruto's dirty talk. Their husky whispers and erotic commands. The rapid pulsing of the bed, the sound of thumping walls. Sasuke heard it all, and each noise would fuel his anger to impossible volumes, fuel his longing.

"Anyway, I was thinking about taking the little guy out for a snack," Naruto smiled, his arms resting casually against the counter. Suigetsu's eyes narrowed, a questioning look on his face. "He looks bored back there, I'll even drive'im home for ya."

Sasuke's eyes widened slowly at the conversation between the older men, the fact that Naruto had just offered to actually take him out to eat slowly sinking in. His stomach felt as though it would burst, his skin hot and heavy. Something deep within him desperately hoped for Suigetsu to say yes, to be able to finally spend time with the yellow-headed Apollonian.

Alone. Together, without Itachi's knowing.

A coal gaze shifted shyly towards Suigetsu, a blanket of neutrality marking his wax-like features.

"Not my problem," Suigetsu mumbled, waving his hand in the air in blatant indifference as he took out a pair of earphones. Sasuke's heart skipped a beat, a strong itch at his lips tempting him to smile like some sort of Catholic schoolgirl. "Do what you want with him."

Naruto gave out a toothy smirk, his gleaming, cobalt gaze falling towards Sasuke's general direction.

The little guy always looked good enough to eat. His willowy, teenaged figure, those thin arms that lacked any chance at resisting him, those glossy, raven locks which lied gelled to the root.. A plump ass that promised a good fucking.

Yum.

A yellow brow rose, insidious mischief scintillating in Naruto's beryl-blue eyes as Sasuke's normally pallid features brightened ever so slowly into an obvious veil of red. He could literally feel Sasuke cowering into himself, overwhelmed by the predominant sexiness Naruto knew he undoubtedly possessed.

"How does some Chinese sound?" Naruto grinned, paying no mind to Suigetsu's retreat towards the backroom with his earphones plugged in, leaving a very vulnerable Uchiha standing rather defenselessly by the register. "My treat."

"Y-yeah.. Sure. There's nothing else to do, anyway," Sasuke managed, feeling incredibly awkward as he stood there in all dumbness.

Naruto smiled again, motioning with his hand for the other to follow along. Sasuke wasted no time in complying, having almost tripped over his own two feet as he struggled to keep up with his older brother's boyfriend.

Nearly ten inches separated their height. Naruto secretly marveled at this, shamelessly picturing what a good pounding Sasuke could potentially be.

Itachi had never verbally prohibited it, after all. There wasn't an ass in the world Naruto couldn't righteously claim for himself.

None at all.

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Naruto studied Sasuke carefully, a permanent grin on his face as they took their seat somewhere in the mall's food court

He liked the tight pants the kid had been sporting, hugging at those legs Naruto knew Sasuke attempted to keep in shape as a part of his middle school's track team.

Sasuke's figure, however, was still rather puny compared to Itachi's manful physique. Though, that hardly mattered in Naruto's book. His tastes were largely known as being broad. He was a guy who enjoyed the best of both worlds, after all.

He liked the girls with the big tits, the guys with the pecs, the girls with the steaming hips and long legs. He also liked the shorter boys now and then. Those much smaller than him, curving in the most subtle of places. The ones like Sasuke.

The forbidden fruit. The steamy, jailbate virgins.

The risk was exhilarating. Especially this one, the little brother of the guy he'd been dating for well over two years now. Naruto held back the urge to lick his lips, the thought of being caught crossing his mind and exciting him even further.

The little Uchiha boy, the one known throughout the city as the star student of his school with all of his haughtiness and spoiled arrogance, pounded and drilled into the sheets.

Oh, the delicious tension.

"You're not gonna eat?" Naruto smiled, his blue eyes narrowed in shameless lubricity.

Sasuke shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his jet-ink eyes timid towards the steaming Chow Mein and egg rolls on his plate. His hands twirled with themselves somewhere on his lap, his tongue eternally tied and melting in unison to the other's husky voice.

"Come on, Sasuke," Naruto teased, reaching to poke the other's cheek from across the rounded table, "I ain't that scary, am I?

Sasuke's gaze shifted briefly towards the devious eyes of the other, his cheeks immediately flushing on their own accord.

Naruto looked incredibly bad-ass with those half-inch gauges in his ears. The pierced brow, and tattooed cheeks. Everyone at school knew who he was, the star quarterback at the nearby University's football team.

Six feet of intimidation. Six feet of the unattainable.

Sasuke's skin flared, overwhelmed by the other's inscrutable presence.

"I'm just.. I'm not that hungry," Sasuke managed, grabbing hold of his fork to toss around some of the noodles. "I already ate.. at school, and everything."

Naruto gave out a chuckle, his full lips pouting playfully. "Aw, guess I'll have at it then. Would hate to see it go to waste."

Sasuke watched quietly as Naruto took possession of the plate, his tan hands breaking apart the chopsticks Sasuke hadn't ever learned to use correctly. He ate skillfully with the things, disallowing Sasuke to look away. Whatever Naruto did amazed him to no end, a curse that was placed upon him the very day Itachi had randomly brought Naruto home one night, the both of them having been drunk off their asses.

Sasuke could never forget that scarring evening. So much noise, the continuous grunting. The whoreish moaning, and embarrassing noises the both of them would make all throughout the godforsaken house. Sasuke held back much puke that night, having almost barfed all over his desk the next morning during his first period class.

"So, Kisame forgot about you again, huh?" Naruto tried again, his mouth full as he stuffed a tuft of food into it.

Sasuke tried to meet eyes with him once more, nodding his head in response amidst the other's unabashed chewing.

"Lame. The guy's probably caught up in his sulking. He's always wanted Ita's ass, it's obvious," a flicker of anger sped through Sasuke's innards. He really didn't want Itachi mentioned at that moment. The insufferable reminder that the epitome in front of him belonged to none other than his over-protective, pompous brother.

Sasuke nodded in response, nonetheless, eager for the other's attention. Naruto, having noticed this, paused in his eating, digging lascivious knives into the other's shying eyes.

"You like me, don't you?"

Sasuke's eyes widened ten times their size, an abominable amount of blood rushing to the veins in his face. His hands stiffened on his lap, his stomach tingling uncontrollably with an entire legion of butterflies. His voice was gone, the totality of his essence having disappeared somewhere within his constricting throat.

A strange noise of some kind escaped him, however, a noise that only managed to redden him into further embarrassment, that of which was so out of his usual character. Only Naruto could destroy him without even as much as trying, bringing out the inner schoolgirl no one would guess Sasuke Uchiha kept hidden away.

Naruto chuckled, leaning dangerously close.

Sasuke flinched, his breathing a little more frantic than before. He could feel a cold sweat coming, his nerves riveting from beneath his skin at an incoherent rate. Naruto smelled strongly of cologne, the expensive kind, likely one of the many Itachi would spoil him with on a daily basis.

Sasuke's heart skipped a beat, his mouth parting to stammer a string of garbled gibberish.

"I-I-"

"Wanna come home with me, little guy?" Naruto whispered, his voice an unforgivably erotic utterance against Sasuke's ear. "We could have a lot of fun."

Sasuke knew he'd faint, die, if he was lucky, his entire being feeling as though it'd melt right into the chair. A permanent flush encased his face, coal eyes wide in disbelief. His continual horror only but increased when he felt a hardening somewhere between his legs the moment Naruto subtly licked at the side of his cheek, his dick twitching hard against the fabric of his drainpipe jeans.

"You want me, don't you? Want my dick sliding slowly up into your ass?"

Sasuke hissed softly in arousal, a tan-colored hand reaching for the crotch of his pants from beneath the rounded table. Sasuke could feel Naruto's hot breath against his face, along with that irresistible grin Sasuke was sure had been the sole culprit of his brother's snaring.

Breathing heatedly, Sasuke slowly began to part his legs, allowing better access for Naruto's wandering hand. The need for the other's touch was desperate, an unquenchable thirst Sasuke masturbated to even as Itachi and Naruto fucked loudly in the other room.

To have him so near, bathing him in attention. Wanting him and not Itachi..

Sasuke's erection stiffened to full attention, the tips of Naruto's fingers caressing somewhere on the censored shaft. An elicited mewl escaped Sasuke's throat, causing Naruto to growl seductively into his ear.

"N-Naru-"

"HEY MORON, ARE YOU READY TO LEAVE?!"

Sasuke's eyes instantly widened, Naruto's warmth having been robbed from him the moment Kiba had screamed his lungs out from the other side of building. Naruto immediately pulled away, straightening his shirt as he casually stood up and shouted right back to the other, his hands cupped firmly against his mouth.

"YEAH, MAN! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!"

Sasuke stared dumbly at Naruto's back, his dick still pulsing from in between his legs. The embarrassment was paramount, his heart hammering against his chest. If Sasuke could have one wish then, he'd wish for some random hole to die in.

Moments later, Kiba and a redhead Sasuke hadn't seen before began to approach the food court, Naruto having already been walking towards them as if nothing at all had just happened.

Sasuke seethed silently in his seat, shame written all over his face as he tried to will away his dampening boner the more the others neared.

He could steel feel Naruto's hot breath lingering somewhere against his ear.

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I just love a naughty seme!Naru. :3 hehe Don't you?

Review for me, and this will most likely continue. c: Pretty fair deal, eh? 'Till soon, loves! xx