Disclaimer I: This is a smut-mixed-with-emotions story, about two boys and sex. If that bothers you, please please please don't read this. I am not responsible for any traumas you may have if you read this warning and decide to ignore it.

A/N: Now, I've never written a lemon before…I had too much trouble with the nosebleeds and blushing. So this is a first. Again, if lemons make you feel uncomfortable, GET OUT NOW! Thanks. Okay, be nice to me/smiles/ I'm sorry if it seems a bit rough around the edges. I didn't want to be too graphic (though I think I might have failed in that…).

A/NII: Whew, it's been a looongggg time since I posted anything. /sigh/ Writer's block is hazardous to your health. Don't try it. With that said...read on!

Naruto turned, wanting to take advantage of his roommate's discomfort only to find the brunette gone. He grinned wolfishly and returned his focus on the show. He was getting into it—really getting into it—when he was bumped roughly from behind. He stumbled forward, almost losing his balance completely, and went crashing into the slim body in front of him. The person, whom he almost immediately ascertained was male, pitched forward and would have fallen flat on his face if Naruto hadn't caught him by the waist.

"Whoops, sorry about…that." Naruto's mouth went dry as the other twisted his face around, confronting him with smoldering, inky-black eyes that contrasted sharply with pale skin glowing in the fluorescent lights of the club. Naruto figured the other was, at the very least, the same age as he was, if not younger. "H-hi."

The man ducked his head shyly, flushing pink. "Hi."

"Uzumaki Naruto."

"Uchiha Sasuke." The man blushed again but kept his gaze on Naruto. "Thanks for catching me." He flashed a brilliantly beautiful smile, and Naruto's hands, still on the other's waist, tightened instinctively.

"Not a problem," he replied, taking a step closer, so that his chest pressed against the other's slim back. He dipped his head to Sasuke's ear, a lock of raven hair brushing against his nose, and murmured, "You here with anyone?"

"Unfortunately, I am." As soon as the words were out of Sasuke's mouth, Naruto's heart dropped and he was about to step away when the raven continued. "With my best friend, his girlfriend, and three of her best friends." Sasuke flipped long bangs out of his face and looked up into Naruto's. He put thin hands on Naruto's shoulders, using it as leverage as he stood on his toes, bringing his lips to Naruto's ears. "Why do you ask?" Naruto didn't answer, merely ground his pelvis against Sasuke's, growling at the contact.

"Oi, Sasuke-kun!" A girl's voice rang above the loud music and the screams of the other girls. At the sound, Sasuke let go of Naruto, who immediately regretted the loss of contact.

"We thought we'd lost you, Sasuke-kun," a blonde girl appeared, panting slightly as she stumbled forward and latched onto his arm. She was followed shortly afterward by a girl with short pink hair. Naruto glared at the two girls, wanting Sasuke to himself, disliking them for interrupting them.

"Ohhh, who is this, Sasuke-kun?" The rosette sidled over to Naruto, tucking a pink lock of hair behind her ear. "Hey, there, gorgeous. I'm Sakura. And you are…?" her voice trailed off and she laid a hand on his arm, batting her eyelashes at him, in what she obviously thought was a seductive way. Naruto would have been attracted; she did have a pretty nice body and her wide green eyes, coupled with lush lips, had a very nice effect overall. It was too bad that her beauty paled in comparison with the man standing slightly behind her.

"He's with me," Sasuke growled dangerously, his eyes glinting maliciously in the darkness. His hand gripped Sakura's wrist, firmly removing it from Naruto's arm. Sakura's eyes widened knowingly—was that a hint of a smile?—but she pursed her lips, sulking.

"Hmph. Why do you always get the good ones?"

"Because I'm hotter than you," Sasuke replied, smirking at her. She stuck her tongue out at him but he remained unfazed.

"Well, fine then," she huffed, crossing her arms. "Congratulations." Her glower disappeared and she grinned at him, apparently genuinely happy for her friend. Then, as though a thought had suddenly occurred to her, Sakura began scanning the crowd around them. "Come on, Ino. We've gotta find Hinata. And TenTen. I swear, Neji'd leave us here if they got lost somewhere." Sakura stared pointedly at her platinum-blonde friend, as though trying to get her point across without words.

"But—oh fine," Ino sighed, seeming to get the point. She cast longing eyes at Sasuke but let go of him, pushing him gently toward Naruto. As she followed Sakura back through the milling crowd, they heard her whine good-naturedly, "Tell me again, why does he have to be gay?"

"So…where were we before they interrupted us?" Sasuke asked over his shoulder, his bangs hanging alluringly in his eyes.

"I think we were just about to make plans to…do something later?" Naruto replied, hooking his arms loosely around the raven's waist, tugging him closer so that their bodies touched. He began to sway his hips in time with the music, all thoughts of the onstage strip tease gone.

The men were sexy, to be sure, but they weren't really his type; he much preferred the slim, slender ones, like this Sasuke, over the thick-muscled men. The ones like Sasuke looked fragile and delicate but looks were often deceiving. It excited him to think about what lay beneath the raven's pale, almost feminine exterior; he couldn't wait to get his hands on the hidden expanses of skin that, he knew, were just as soft and smooth and pale as the skin he could see.

Now that they were alone, or as alone as they could be in the crowded club, Naruto's eyes wandered over the raven's body, which was clad in a long-sleeved, button-down black shirt that fit his body like a glove, allowing the whole world to admire the sleek planes of his muscled torso. Sasuke's dark jeans were set low—his hipbones could be seen—and they were tight-fitting, molding to the raven's body and allowing Naruto to take in the delicious curves of Sasuke's ass, the sensuous contours of his long, lean legs. It was funny just how turned on he was by this stranger, funny how he thought the raven fit absolutely perfectly against his body as they moved to the music.

When the beat picked up, so did their movements. Through the haze of lust that clouded his brain, Naruto noticed that they moved well with each other, matching their movements as though they could read the other's mind. Their breaths became pants and Sasuke soon reached back and tangled his hands in Naruto's shaggy honey-blonde hair.

"This your natural color?" he panted, leaning his head back to rest on Naruto's shoulder. The blonde thought it was strange to be asking such a question in the middle of their grinding, hips bumping oh-so torturously together, but he answered anyway.

"Why don't you wait until later to get your answer?" he teased, his lips curling into a lopsided grin, an action which the raven reciprocated, though he succeeded in looking a whole lot sexier.

"Why don't I find out now?" Naruto's eyes widened as Sasuke's whirled to face him, long fingers tripping lightly as they moved to the waistband of his jeans. He looked down to see that Sasuke was really being serious; those fingers, bless them, were in the process of unhooking the button.

"Whoa, a little hasty, aren't we?" he asked lightly, though his hands stopped what Sasuke's were doing. "How about we enjoy this right now, right here, and then we can get to know each other better…later, okay?"

"Hmph," the raven pouted, and Naruto thought it was such a cute pout, too. "Fine." The adorable pursing of lips disappeared and a teasing glint lit up Sasuke's face. "Then let's enjoy it, ne?" Once again, their hips met, creating a delicious friction as their bodies undulated to the music.

"Now that's hot. Iruka, why can't you be like that?"

"Shut up, Kakashi." Naruto looked up, following the sounds of the voices, since he had a vague suspicion they were talking about him and Sasuke. He was right; to his left, about a foot away from them, stood a tall, young man with grey-hair and a slightly shorter man with black hair, tied in a ponytail. The grey-haired man was watching them with wide, hungry eyes but his friend or partner had an exasperated, irritated look on his handsome face.

"Why don't we give him a show?" Sasuke panted, just loud enough for Naruto to hear.

"Great minds think alike." Naruto licked his lips. "Now, turn around." Sasuke spun and Naruto promptly plastered his hips to Sasuke's backside. As they ground against each other, Sasuke reached behind him, holding Naruto's head, returning their bodies to their former position.

"Oh my god," the grey-haired man squealed. "Look! Why won't you do that with me?" Naruto smirked to himself and lowered his lips to Sasuke's neck, kissing it. Sasuke tilted his head, hissing in pleasure, allowing Naruto better access to the pale, delicate skin. The blonde found Sasuke's pulse point and sucked on it, an action that his partner completely agreed with, judging by the moans coming from those luscious lips. Naruto looked up from the raven's neck and locked eyes with the grey-haired one, never stilling his movements to the music.

"Shit, Iruka!" the man exploded, obviously enjoying the show. Naruto noticed, amusedly, that he was hard. His blue eyes skipped to Iruka who wasn't enjoying anything, looking more and more irritated as he was being ignored in favor of the blonde and his raven-haired friend. Something snapped and Iruka suddenly grabbed the other, swinging him around, and kissed him savagely on the lips. When they broke apart, he glared.

"How was that, Kakashi-sensei?" he snarled, his eyes boring into the ones before him. Kakashi didn't answer, opting instead to crush his lips against his partners'. Naruto turned his attention back to Sasuke and he chuckled lightly though Sasuke's hands distracted him almost immediately from the odd couple.

In the back of his mind, he wondered whether he had any condoms with him because, although he hadn't planned on doing anything when he'd bought tickets for the show, he'd be damned if he didn't continue what fate had started. He bit down on Sasuke's neck and the raven threw his head back, making a funny noise between a moan and a scream. Naruto knew that if they didn't leave the club and do something, anything, right away, he was going to die of brain damage, if that was even possible from a prolonged erection. Sasuke seemed to be thinking along the same lines because he turned around suddenly, thrusting his erection against Naruto's.

"Hotel?" Sasuke gasped, his eyes closed, their hips never missing a beat.

"Mine," Naruto replied. He reluctantly stepped away from the raven but grabbed his wrist as he began to push impatiently through the crowd. Outside, the hot air seemed to press down on them, suffocating, but they nearly ran across the street to New York New York. Inside the hotel, past the casinos and the gamblers, the two raced to the elevators, and almost knocked each other over in their haste to claim the first available one. Because it was late, they had the elevator to themselves and Naruto couldn't hold back any longer. With a hungry growl, he pushed the raven roughly against the wall of the elevator. For a split second, he was nose-to-nose with Sasuke, their breaths mingling, blue eyes locked with midnight ones…and then the world spun away as their lips met hungrily.

Naruto groaned against Sasuke's mouth, and the raven swallowed it eagerly. He tasted like mint and something alcohol, mixing with a…taste and scent unlike anything Naruto had ever tasted. It was heady and hot and completely, utterly, wholly intoxicating. He nibbled on Sasuke's lower lip and they parted, allowing his tongue to slip into that warm, wet cavern. Naruto's fingers wandered to Sasuke's shirt, pulling it up and exposing a lean, toned stomach. Sasuke's hands tugged almost painfully on Naruto's hair when the blonde tweaked a nipple. Naruto cupped on hand under Sasuke's ass, propping him up, the raven helping him by wrapping one of his long legs around Naruto's waist. They continued to kiss passionately, though they were doing quite a bit of grinding as well, when the elevator slowed.

"Oh my!" a woman's voice shrieked.

"What the fuck?!" a man's voice bellowed angrily. Naruto glanced up from the kiss, noting that it wasn't his floor and that there was a middle-aged couple staring at them, eyes wide with surprise, and in the man's case, anger. He shrugged, allowing his gaze to drop back to the writhing body held up only by the wall and his hand.

"Let's get another elevator," the woman whispered nervously. "We shouldn't disturb them."

"Like I'd want to share an elevator with faggots."

"Ralph! It's not proper to say things like that…" the voices trailed off, the doors closed, and the elevator began to move again. Shortly afterward, it stopped, this time on the right floor. Both of them stumbled through the corridors until they reached Naruto's room. Sasuke's back was pressed against the door as Naruto fumbled with the key card, cursing until the lock beeped and he was able to press down on the handle.

"Watch the…ahhhh…door," Sasuke panted, stumbling backward into the room, his arms locked tightly around Naruto's neck.

"Don't worry, I gotcha," the blonde replied, dipping his head to capture Sasuke's lips again. In truth, he really had no idea where he was going, so caught up in the raven's taste and scent. They could have walked straight out the window and off the balcony for all he cared; he just wanted to continue the maddening assault on his senses with the taste of Sasuke's mouth and the smell of his cologne. However, Naruto also wanted to get in the raven's pants and had the sense of mind to lead the other to the closest bed. When the back of Sasuke's knees hit the edge of the bed, he fell back so that Naruto landed on top of him with a loud "Oof!"

Naruto sat up, straddling Sasuke's waist, and his fingers made quick work of the button-down shirt, practically tearing the article of clothing in his haste to get it off. He allowed himself a minute of appreciation for Sasuke's flawless alabaster skin before the raven's insistent hands obliged him to lean down. He nipped and sucked at the junction of Sasuke's neck as the raven tugged upward at the hem of his sleeveless, hooded sweater. Naruto raised his arms quickly, allowing Sasuke to rip it off and toss it on the floor, before returning to his previous actions.

He was drunk but not in the sense of having consumed too much alcohol (though, he had to admit that in the course of the night he had had quite a bit, effectively creating a wonderful balance between tipsy and sober). No, he was literally drunk from the heavenly taste of Sasuke's skin. Naruto allowed his eyes to slide shut, the better to revel in the onslaught of sensations and scents and—he groaned against the raven's hot, sweaty skin. His tongue swirled out, lapping up whatever it could and above him, Sasuke moaned, arching his taut body against Naruto's mouth. Slowly, the blonde trailed butterfly kisses down that perfect body, teasing Sasuke, until he reached his firm, smooth abdomen. At that point, he allowed his tongue to trace the lines of the muscles that shuddered at his touch and he grinned, knowing that he was turning the raven into a nice pile of goo, knowing that he had the power to make this man scream his name. Try as he might, Naruto couldn't—wouldn't—banish the wolfish, almost animalistic, leer that he knew now dominated his face.

He reached the waist of Sasuke's jeans and paused, much to the raven's displeasure. Sitting up, he contemplated the obvious (and rather large) bulge in the raven's jeans, a tiny sliver of doubt running through his brain. Should he really go through with this, having sex with a stranger of whom he knew nothing but his name? YES, his mind cried, or that was just his hormones, he really couldn't tell anymore.

"Naruto," Sasuke moaned, his slender hands wrapping around Naruto's strong arms, pulling him down.

"W-w-wait," Naruto stuttered, reluctantly tearing himself away, still straddling Sasuke's hips. He glanced down at Sasuke's face and immediately wished he hadn't; the raven was staring at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes whose color flickered and smoldered in the dimly-lit room. Those eyes would be the death of him, Naruto knew; they were large, almost strangely so, but beautiful at the same time. Studying them closer, he realized that they weren't black as he had previously thought but a purple so rich and dark and deep that they had easily been mistaken for an inky black. It was a color that compelled and seduced, allured and enticed, and Naruto's previous thoughts of power were banished; this man was the one who held all the power. It didn't help, then, that Sasuke was damned beautiful, purple eyes or no; his facial features had been sculpted by one of the great Renaissance masters and made alive, creating a living definition of what it meant to be perfect. Looking at him, staring at the raven who was lying underneath him, in a room that was lit only by the cacophony of neon lights that managed to pierce through the window, Naruto couldn't tell whether he was an angel or something else, something sent from Satan to tempt the weak.

"Naruto…please." The deep timbre of Sasuke's voice reverberated in the blonde's chest, making his heartbeat stutter and his stomach clench. "Please." Sasuke looked imploringly up at him and it was utterly amazing that he could look so damn sexy and yet so…innocent at the same time. It was enough to drive Naruto mad and, indeed, there was a little voice in his head that screamed at him to ignore all that he'd learned about safe sex and just fuck the raven already, practicality be damned.

But he couldn't. He wouldn't. He would not, despite the hormones and his painfully throbbing erection, he simply refused to have unprotected sex. Even if it meant that he wouldn't get laid. Even if it meant that Sasuke would curl his lip in disgust at the blonde's naiveté, push him away, and walk out the door, never to be seen again—an angel slipping through his fingers. Even if it meant that it would spoil the mood of crazy, wanton lust that was thickening the air and making it potent to breathe. No, Naruto wasn't going to do it. He was, however, going to put forth the question.

In the back of his mind, in some unoccupied space, the part of his brain that catalogued his experiences and acted as a disinterested, often cynical, observer, he thought he was being an idiot. There he was, straddling the waist of the hottest creature known to mankind, who happened to want him just as badly, was looking at him with those beautiful eyes, that gorgeous face, practically begging to be fucked. And there he was, hesitating. Because of what? Because he wanted to be safe.

Not just for his safety either. He didn't want the raven, Sasuke, to be put at any risk of disease, either. Not that he was diseased, but precautions never hurt. There was something in him, a tiny pinprick of something which was completely unidentifiable that wanted to protect Sasuke. The idea was actually pretty laughable, given the situation, but he wanted to make sure that Sasuke would be safe as well.

"D-d'you have a—a—um," Naruto's mind went blank as he groped for a coherent thought, made near impossible since the raven was getting impatient and was rolling his hips against Naruto, bringing their clothed erections together. SHIT. "a condom?" Sasuke stopped moving for a brief second, staring up at him with a puzzled expression, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Naruto dreaded the next part, expecting this to be the time when the raven would laugh at him, then leave. But it didn't happen; the disbelief and puzzlement left Sasuke's face and cleared dazzlingly into delight. Alright, it was more like a smirk but it still knocked the breath out of Naruto's lungs.

"Yeah. Back pocket." Sasuke lifted his hips off the bed and Narut hastily reached under him, rifling through his back pockets (and doing quite a bit of groping in between, which the raven seemed to enjoy), before he pulled out a condom and a tiny bottle of lube. He looked up at Sasuke, his eyebrows raised, the items in his hand.

"You came prepared. Did you plan to pick someone up?"

"Not…particularly. But it never hurts to…be…pre—ooooh—pared," Sasuke gasped between moans as Naruto ground their clothed erections together with renewed ferver. "So…ahhh…less," he gulped audibly, "less talk."

"My thoughts exactly," Naruto replied, and kissed Sasuke again. It soon became fierce, desperate almost as their mouths moved and their tongues fought for dominance. Naruto pushed Sasuke into the bed and, finally, the raven submitted to him. With a wicked expression, the blonde reached down and undid Sasuke's pants with one hand, the other brushed a stray lock of sweaty hair from the man's face.

"Hurry," Sasuke groaned, imploringly, gazing at Naruto with desperate eyes. It wasn't as if Naruto needed to be told but he nodded his head.

"Your wish is my command, O Hasty One." Using one hand to prop himself up so that he wasn't suffocating the petite raven beneath him, he returned his other hand to Sasuke's jeans, tugging them down. Sasuke hastily kicked them off, along with his shoes, both of which landed on the carpeted floor with muffled 'thunk's.

"You—aahh—are the o-ooh-nly p-person I kno-ooh-w who can make a joke du-during—sex," Sasuke mumbled almost incoherently as Naruto's hand teased his erection. The blonde laughed but it quickly died down when Sasuke's expression darkened.

"What?" he asked, almost fearfully. If they stopped, he was going to die. Sasuke shook his head and brought both of his hands to Naruto's waist.

"So are you a natural blonde, or what?" Without waiting for an answer, Sasuke deftly ripped off Naruto's jeans and boxers, both articles of clothing went flying through the air behind them as the blonde impatiently kicked them aside. Somewhere in all that had happened since he'd returned to the room, he had lost his shoes. And socks, which was strange because he really didn't remember taking them off. But all of his thoughts were distracted by the cold hands that wrapped around his erection.

"Fuck!" he groaned, loudly, shuddering as the raven's thumb slid along the shaft.

"Yes, that's what I'm getting at," Sasuke replied, laughter and lust shaking his deep voice. "And you are a natural blonde. Who'd a thought?" Naruto's vision cleared slightly and he looked down at Sasuke, who bit his lip and blushed cutely.

"Thought you said—less talk," the blonde grunted, diving down and plunging his tongue into Sasuke's mouth. As they kissed, he lifted Sasuke's waist and hastily pushed down his boxers, the damned clothing getting in his way. As soon as they were off, he parted Sasuke's legs with a knee and lowered his body between the raven's legs, their sweat-soaked bodies gliding against each other. With some difficulty, since his hands were shaking and his mind was barely working, Naruto managed to tear open the condom wrapper and slid it onto his weeping member. When he was ready, he growled and flipped the raven onto his stomach, coating a finger with the lubricant as he prepared Sasuke's entrance.

"Oh god," the raven moaned, arching his hips up to meet Naruto's fingers. When Naruto couldn't take it anymore, when he felt like he would burst just watching the way Sasuke lost his composure as he writhed under the blonde's touch, Naruto removed his fingers and coated himself with the lubricant.

"Ready?" he asked as he positioned himself behind the raven, his hands on the slender hips in front of him. Sasuke turned his head and glared at him with a look that plainly asked, 'What do you fucking think?' Naruto smirked and leaned toward the raven, slowly pushing himself inside Sasuke. They moaned in unison and he was just about to start moving when the door was pushed open.

"Oooh, lookie!" an unfamiliar voice squealed.

"Holy shit!" That was Kiba's voice. Languidly, he glanced over to the door, where a petite young woman, who was swaying slightly, and a shocked Kiba stood. An evil idea crossed his head and he smirked mischievously before he thrust himself, hard, into Sasuke.

"Harder!" Sasuke cried, gripping the headboard to steady himself. He bent his head and kissed Sasuke's neck and back, licking and nipping; all the while, keeping his eyes firmly locked with Kiba's.

"Motherfucker." And his brunette friend was gone, the door slamming behind him. Naruto chuckled softly and he returned his attention to Sasuke, who was moaning almost pitifully.

"Who—who was—aaahhh—that?" he panted, arching his back when Naruto slipped his fingers around his erection.

"Nobody special," he replied huskily, as he began to thrust once more, pumping Sasuke's erection at the same time. He could feel himself losing control, the familiar coil of fire that raged in his belly was tensing, growing hotter, more potent—and with a loud cry, he came almost violently, slamming himself once more into the body below him. Sasuke shuddered now, and one last, brilliant stroke of Naruto's talented hand brought him over the edge. They collapsed together in a heap of sweaty, shaking limbs.

Slowly, Naruto rolled over onto his back and brought the slender raven to his chest, wrapping his muscled arms around the lithe body. For the moment, neither of them spoke, too busy trying to calm their erratic heartbeats, which seemed to race as one.

"Wow," Sasuke whispered throatily, absently tracing a birthmark that formed a jagged spiral around Naruto's belly button.

"Yeah," he agreed, still trying to catch his breath. They lay together for a moment or two before Sasuke raised himself to stare into Naruto's face. He brought a hand up to one cheek and his thumb ran across three large scars.

There was a question on his face as he stared at the scars and Naruto winced inwardly, waiting for the inevitable question. But it never came and he blinked in surprise, staring as Sasuke's hand simply caressed his face with a tenderness he had never known.

"It happened ten years ago," he said suddenly, unable to stop himself. "I was walking home and these guys jumped me and pulled me into an alley." His mind screamed at him to shut up shut up shut up! but he couldn't. His mouth betrayed him and kept talking. "They beat me up pretty badly and then they decided they hated my face so one of them pulled out his knife and—I think the only reason they didn't just rip off my face was they heard a group of tourists pass by and they were afraid they'd get caught, so they just took off."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah. Somehow, I got myself home and I tried to stop the bleeding but it wouldn't stop so I went to the hospital. Eighteen stitches for each of them." He motioned to the scars on either side of his face. "One hundred and eight stitches in all."

"And your parents didn't say anything? Didn't they want to find out what happened to you?"

"I don't have parents." His voice held no feeling, no pain; he had long become used to explaining that he was an orphan, that his parents had died when he was merely a child. It wasn't no longer a fact he hated, it was simply a fact. He met Sasuke's gaze again and saw sympathy in those inky orbs.

Feeling sorry he had ruined the mood with his sob story, he flashed a brilliant grin to let him know he was fine. Lifting his head off the pillow, he captured those soft lips again and the kiss deepened into a slow, lazy gesture. Sasuke pulled away and laid his head on Naruto's chest and eventually, their eyes drifted shut and they fell asleep.


Naruto wrinkled his nose and groaned unhappily when the general noise of the city pulled him from his deep slumber. He opened his eyes, figuring he would take a shower before Kiba came back, and pulled at the sticky sheets clinging to his legs. Stretching, he leapt out of bed but stopped, allowing the nausea that came with sudden, downward rushes of blood, to pass. He stooped over and picked up his boxers, which lay discarded beside the bed, and put them on, feeling self-conscious for some reason.

His ears picked up the sounds of rushing water; Sasuke must have gotten to the shower first. He leaned against the closed door, too lazy to walk to the bed to wait, and from inside, he could hear muted cursing.

"Damn it damn it damn it!" the raven's voice cried and a thud punctuated each curse, as though he were banging his head or his fists on the tile. "FUCK!" Naruto's eyebrows furrowed in confusion; what had happened to piss him off so much?

He didn't have to contemplate the thought much, as Sasuke's shower ended and he exited the bathroom, nearly causing Naruto to fall against him when his support was suddenly taken away. The blond stumbled slightly but regained his balance and whirled around, finding himself in very close proximity to the other man.

"Morning," he muttered sheepishly. "Sorry." Sasuke merely grunted in reply, pushing past him. "Hey, is something the matter? Sasuke?" Naruto reached out to touch Sasuke's pale shoulder but his hand was slapped away.

"Don't touch me."

"What?"

"I said, don't touch me," Sasuke repeated, forced patience in his tone as he over-enunciated the sentence.

"But…" Naruto trailed off, watching Sasuke putting on the clothes he'd worn the night before.

"But nothing, Uzumaki. Leave me alone."

"I—thought you had a good time last night," he mumbled, hyper aware that he sounded like a hurt teenage girl. Sasuke snorted and eyed him with such disdain that Naruto visibly recoiled from the harsh glare, utterly bewildered at the other's sudden change of heart.

"Last night was nothing to me. You are nothing to me. I simply used you to satisfy my own sexual tensions." The raven smirked, coldly. "I'm outta here, Naruto. Ja ne." With a last sarcastic wave, Uchiha Sasuke disappeared.

Still taken aback from what had just occurred, Naruto shook his head and tried to force his sleep-muddled brain into processing the events of the morning but it didn't work so he decided he'd take a shower instead; at least the water would wake him up. Not even the extreme heat (or extreme cold) helped and he flopped onto the bed once he'd dressed, not bothering to dry his hair.

"I used you." The words swirled around his head, over and over, the derision in them echoing in his ears. "You are nothing to me." Well, Naruto had expected that—it was a one-night stand, after all—but he didn't have to be such an asshole about it. He shook his head and stared absentmindedly at the wall, hearing nothing except those spiteful words.

"Naruto?" He jumped, his reverie broken.

"What?"

"I asked if you had a good night." It was Kiba, who must have just come back from wherever he'd stayed. Briefly, he felt a pang of guilt for what he'd done.

"Depends on what you call 'good,'" he replied, shrugging. He put a finger to his lips, as if feeling for Sasuke's kiss. There was a slight intake of breath and he knew what Kiba would do next so he simply shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay," his friend replied, sounding wary and more than slightly concerned. "I won't ask then." There was an awkward pause before Kiba spoke again. "What say you to getting something to eat before we head to the airport? We've got a few hours to kill before our flight."

He shrugged, his head still spinning. They had ramen—or the closest they could find to his favorite food—but he wasn't hungry and ended up picking at the mess of soggy noodles and cold broth. For the rest of the day, he could feel Kiba's eyes on him but he ignored the look. He couldn't face his best friend—what would the brunette say if he knew what Naruto had done, what had happened that night?

On the plane, it was easier to ignore his friend who had put on his earphones to listen to the in-flight movie, falling asleep before it was even halfway through. Naruto was left to lean his head back against the headrest and think.

It wasn't like he was completely innocent—or naïve—but in all his other experiences, he had walked away feeling at least a bit better than he was now. Sure, he usually felt something close to regret for giving into his lust again but he'd never felt so—dirty.

He shuddered violently and brought his hands to his face, rubbing violently. Well, it was a mistake but he was human, he was allotted his fair share of mistakes. At least he would never see Sasuke again. That was good. He would never have to think that he'd spilled his whole, sordid life story to a stranger he'd just fucked, a stranger who, hours later, had smirked in his face and confessed he'd been using him. So the memory of the raven-haired, smoldering eyed Uchiha Sasuke was going to the Vault (as he called the murky depths of his brain where bad memories were kept), to be locked up, the key thrown away and lost. Uchiha Sasuke meant nothing.

But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, Naruto knew he wouldn't ever completely, truly believe it.


"Kiba, I really don't see why I have to be here," Naruto whined, tapping his foot impatiently. "Their flight's been delayed for two hours and I swear, if you make me late for my date with Derrick, I'm going to kick your ass." He fidgeted in his seat, and craned his neck, once again, to check the time. 5:45. He sighed, tapping his foot impatiently on the carpeted ground.

"Stop that. You're making me nervous."

"Like you're not nervous already," Naruto scoffed, his mood foul. Derrick hadn't been very happy for the past week—his acting career was getting off to a slow start and he hadn't landed any of the roles he'd auditioned for. Naruto received the brunt of his boyfriend's frustration, which was why he was going to be in serious shit if he was late. He wasn't in the mood for a fight and didn't want to have to defend himself against unfounded accusations that he was fucking his best friend, or the guy at the coffee shop who'd winked at him, or the guy at the movie ticket counter who had been friendly and told him to "have a nice evening."

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you something," Kiba piped up. "Where'd you get that nasty bruise?" Naruto flushed scarlet and ducked his head, his fingers unconsciously pressing the ugly black-and-blue discoloration on the side of his face.

"It's nothing. I ran into a pole when I was walking home from the subway. You know how clumsy I am," he flashed a fake smile, "especially when I'm thinking about—stuff."

"Well, you seem to be more clumsy than usual," his friend replied in a tone of voice that dripped with suspiciousness and disbelief. "Be more careful, got it?"

"Yeah, thanks," Naruto whispered. Kiba would go through the roof if he knew that Naruto hadn't run into a pole but had been on the receiving end of Derrick's fist.

They had gotten into a fight in Derrick's apartment a few days ago and Naruto, hurt that his boyfriend had so little faith in his fidelity, had shouted that he may as well go fuck every good-looking guy who paid him the least bit of attention because at least he'd be getting something along with the accusations. It had been the wrong thing to say and, quick as a flash, he'd found himself flat on his back on the floor, stunned into utter immobility. Derrick had straddled his waist and given him a dirty leer, holding his wrists above his head, whispering something about a punishment. Naruto hadn't resisted and was soon lying on his stomach on the hard wooden floor, cringing in pain as Derrick thrust into him with more violence than was necessary. There had been no pleasure feeling his boyfriend come into him, and, for the first time in their relationship, he had closed his eyes and wished the night would just end. After Derrick had left—to get drunk, again—Naruto dragged himself to the bathroom and scrubbed himself raw, tears rolling down his cheeks. They had made up—Derrick had apologized the next day—but incidents like this were happening more and more frequently.

"They're here!" Kiba whooped, jumping to his feet. Naruto stood and plastered a casual, welcoming grin onto his face, prepared to meet the girl he'd heard so much about.

"Kiba-kun!" A petite girl with short black hair cried joyfully, rushing toward him, her bag thumping against her left leg. Kiba met her halfway and picked her up in a crushing hug.

"Hinata, meet my best friend, Naruto. Naruto, this is Hinata."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he bowed, taking her hand and kissing it gently. She gasped and blushed deeply, lowering her head and looking at him through her eyelashes.

"Ahem." Naruto looked up and stared into eyes that were so pale they looked almost completely white.

"Oh, Neji, this is Naruto. Naruto, Neji. He's Hinata's cousin."

"Ah. Pleased to meet you." Naruto shook the other's hand firmly, letting go of Hinata, who immediately moved away from him to take Kiba's arm.

"Can we please get out of here?" a grumpy, too-familiar voice broke through the introductions. Naruto's blue eyes moved instinctively to the newcomer and his mouth dropped open in surprise.

"You!" The other gasped, pointing an outraged finger at him. The others looked surprised at the familiarity between two supposed strangers and Kiba was just about to speak when he was cut off by Naruto, who had finally found his voice.

"Sasuke?!"

A/N: Dun dun duuun! haha. So obviously, this is going to continue. However, life (in general) and a horrid, waaayyy-too-long writer's block have been kicking my ass so...don't expect another update too soon. I'll try and have it out asap but there aren't any guarantees. Ja ne!

Oh, and you should all thank MaximilianShade for sending me a lovely message (which made me very happy) and reminding me that I, in fact, had this chapter gathering dust on my computer. Hope you all enjoyed it. Reviews are welcomed and much appreciated!