Chapter 2

SLAM!

To Naruto, this was the end of the world. The door leading outside of this blasted train with that rude, and yet oh so hot, teme. He was missing his train to Sendai, and going god-knows-where with the teme who looked suspiciously like he was happy about this. What the hell had he done? Why did he follow him into the train? Dropping to his knees, the blond stared forward, doom impending in his blue eyes. This was it; he was going to an unknown place, for a month; exactly what he wanted. He just didn't expect it to be with that teme!

The teme only folded his arms over his chest, and kept the smug grin on his face. Stupid sadistic bastard. He had this planned out! Naruto stood up and huffed. What kind of a trip was this? He should have just ran for it the moment he ran into the asshole instead of following him around! And Dad. If he finds out, I'll be dead! There was nothing he could do now anyway. All he could do was go to this place, and make the best of his day. Even if he had no cash on him, and all of his important stuff was crushed by a train. The moment the train started up, Naruto realized one very important; and very obvious detail he had entirely put behind himself in his sudden moment of fail. They both had no tickets for this train.

His jaw fell open, as he saw the teme continuously glance at him. "What's wrong now, dobe?" he asked. At the insult, Naruto stood up and immediately stomped over to the teme. Lifting his left hand, he poked the asshole's chest with his index finger, his eyebrows furrowing in anger. "You teme! Don't call me that! I have a name!" he shouted. There was a brief moment, where the man smirked again. For some odd reason, Naruto felt intimidated by it. Was it just him, or whenever the asshole smirked, it spelled doom for him in one way or another?

"Humour me then. What's your name, dobe?"

Naruto pouted and looked away, blushing hotly when the taller male let his eyes run over Naruto's body. Why did he feel so small compared to him! He had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from lashing out. "My name is Naruto! Naruto Uzumaki!" he shouted, albeit a little quietly. He didn't want to alert the ticket master that they were here uninvited. Naruto expected the man to shut up, to do anything that was away from Naruto after his outburst, but the thing he didn't expect happened.

The teme reached behind him, and cupped his behind with one of his pale hands.

Naruto's eyes widened, and he squeaked, jumping up in the air a few feet. Scrambling away, he glared at him. What the hell? Did he just grope him? The teme though just kept smirking, clearly enjoying whatever it was he got out of irritating and making Naruto blush red. Walking forward, he felt the darker haired male lean towards his ear, and in that smooth, silky voice, mumble a few words into it, before drawing back and walking back to a wall to lean against it as the train shook.

His eyes had widened, and once more, a heavier tint had raked over his cheeks.

"I want you, Na-ru-to…"

Letting out another angry squeak, he sat down and mumbled things about stupid teme's to himself.

When there were footsteps headed their way, Sasuke realized he had no tickets. He wanted to make sure the two of them stayed out of trouble, but at the same time, he wanted to have some amusement as well. That must be the ticket master. He'll want the tickets we don't have. Sasuke contemplated it for a moment or so, thinking of how he could avoid the ticket. He could pay for two himself; he still had his wallet after all. But since that was the boring way, he wasn't planning on it. The only other way was to do something entirely ridiculous, and embarrass the blond. Sasuke had, many ideas on how to do that, but one in specific made him grin with excitement.

"Look, dobe. The ticket master is coming this way," he began. The blue-eyed, entirely adorable blond looked up; and whether it was unknowingly or not, the worried look, along with the slightly open mouth made Sasuke tighten up in arousal. He could just imagine that expression as he had the boy in a bed. It made Sasuke want to do more than just have casual fun with the male. But now was not the time for that. He had another plan on how to amuse himself with the blond idiot. "Neither of us have any cash, I dropped mine back when you ran into me," he continued to lie. "So, we need to keep ourselves busy so the train master doesn't ask where we are."

He saw the blue-eyes spark with interest. "What are you thinking of doing?" the boy asked, out of general curiousity. Sasuke had to bite back a groan at how utterly adorable the blond looked. How the hell could Naruto make things so, irresistible? Sasuke was barely able to control himself. The longer he spent with him, the more Sasuke felt like grabbing his adorable whiskered face, and pressing their lips together. But this wasn't the time for that, he was well aware. Sitting down, he patted his own lap. As he expected, the blond caught the message and turned a bright red. As amusing as the constant blushing was making Sasuke nearly at the edge. If the baka doesn't stop, I won't be able to control my actions anymore.

Patting his lap again, he looked at the blond expectantly. "If we look like we're in the midst of pleasure, he won't interrupt us," he spoke. His choice of word made Naruto squeak, and the blond immediately began to shout at him about how he was being a pervert. Ignoring it, he waited for his orders to be obeyed. Hesitantly, he heard the blond stand, and walk over to himself, before he dropped to be seated in his lap. With Naruto so close to him; with those beautiful, crystal clear blue eyes so close to his own. He was suddenly aching to lean forward and claim those pink lips for his own. Now isn't the time. Just focus; those lips will be yours, eventually.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the tanned neck, and snuck his tongue out to lick the skin. It was well taken care of; soft, yet textured. The taste was salty, but neutral, with a mix of something he couldn't pick up. Sasuke hated things that tasted sweet or spicy. Only salty or bitter tasting things attracted him, and the salty taste of the skin drove his senses mad. Moving to cover more skin with his lips, he simply licked at first. When the blond let out a small mewl, Sasuke felt himself take in a sharp breath. God, that sounded so amazing. He pressed down on the skin with his lips, and nibbled along the tan column with his front teeth. It felt perfect; the way Naruto mewled and squeaked whenever Sasuke bit too hard. Sasuke moved to grasp Naruto around the waist, while Naruto's hands moved, by instinct Sasuke guessed, to his shoulders.

Not waiting for more of a response, he sucked on a patch of skin, softly. He knew his sucking would leave small marks on the skin. He wanted to keep in control, because if he made them too big, it might scare Naruto away from him. That was nowhere near his intent. Gripping the waist tighter, he was fascinated by how small Naruto really was. He was short, and rather small in body. He obviously took care of his body by working out and things of the like, but the way he seemed so perfectly moulded with Sasuke's larger body, made Sasuke feel every curve and contour of the perfect body being held so close to him. It felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. Moving to nip harder, he thrust himself upward.

His groin came in contact with Naruto's lower back half, and instantly, tremors coursed through him. It was delicious; the friction, the moans, the way their bodies just meshed together. How could he not have noticed the closeness before? It was like fate had brought them together. He sucked harder on the skin, alternating between sucking and biting down roughly. While Naruto only hung on for his life, and continued fueling the intenseness between them by gasping and mewling every few moments.

When the heard a door open, and someone gasp, Naruto threatened to turn around. But Sasuke tightened his hold and pressed more onto Naruto, pulling the blond back into the confused state of mind. The doors slid shut again, and Sasuke felt Naruto struggle and finally break free from his arms. Scrambling away, the flushed blond glared at Sasuke. The effect was weakened, because the thoroughly ravished appearance Naruto now had made Sasuke yearn for more of that touch, more that friction. He would forever have that embedded in his mind now.

"Y-you teme! Y-you.. y-you.. you touched me! Ero-teme!" Naruto screamed. But Sasuke only ignored it, and placed a hand on his own throat. Smirking, he waited for the blond to notice what he was noticing as well. When Naruto mirrored Sasuke and ran a hand down his own throat, the blond immediately noticed the marks, the bits, and all of the different things Sasuke had left on his throat. His cheeks turned the brightest shade of red possible, and he turned away; a loud gasp erupting from him.

Sasuke smirked confidently. This was turning out more amusing than he had originally anticipated.

The doors opened. Sasuke immediately stood up, and moved to grasp the idiotic blond by the arm. When Naruto looked up at him with wide eyes; and utter panic, Sasuke ignored him in favour of dragging him outside. He had no idea where this was. But he was sure this was the beginning of a glorious journey with one utterly adorable boy he had somehow managed to have to himself. "H-hey let me go, teme!"

Ignoring the shouting, he came to a stop when he was far away from the train. The sky was blue, there were birds in the air. They were at a fairly small town, and the only thing that occurred to Sasuke was that he really was far away from his normal life. And it couldn't be any better. "Listen, dobe. You're staying with me," Sasuke ordered. Naruto only continued struggling in his hold. It was irritating, but Sasuke was satisfied that he could have him so close to himself, even for a few brief moments.

When the train moved onward, he saw a look of horror on the blond's face. "N-now way… I-I'm stuck here with just you teme…" Naruto mumbled. Sasuke released him, and knew what was coming. Lifting his hands to his ears, he covered them in time for the scream that erupted to hit him.

A scream.