Disclaimer:

Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto or the other characters. If I did, there'd be lots
and lots and lots of Naruto/Sasuke,
Kakashi/Iruka, Neji/Gaara and Shika/Shino sex.

Summary:
When past and present collide, how do you tell one from the other?
Sasuke moves to Konoha from New York City
to run Uchiha Inc. after Itachi
murders their family. Little does Sasuke know,
he's about to learn more about his family history
than anyone had ever known.

Warnings:
Yaoi, hardcore, bondage, D/s play, masturbation,
romance and possibly love. Yay.

Collision, Riding

So, I'm sitting in the back of this ridiculous limo on my way to my first "real" day at Uchiha, Inc. I'm thrilled. Really. The muscles on my face are trying to remember what it feels like to actually smile.

Okay, no they aren't. I'm being completely sarcastic.

I do not want to go. In fact, I'm seriously considering throwing a temper tantrum and just going home. But, I won't. Because, I'm an Uchiha and Uchiha's don't do that. Besides, those scary creatures masquerading as girls are camping out on my lawn. I do not want to go back to them. As I made a swift exit, walking quickly towards my car – NO, I was not running, it just looked like I was – the pink haired one almost touched my jacket. I would have had to burn it. It's terribly depressing, burning Armani because some vial creature touched it… Kind of silly, don't you think? Well, we don't have to worry about it because I promptly slammed the car door. I may have caught her fingers in the door, oops. It's not my fault that she was trespassing and just happened to be grabbing for the door as I was closing it.

Note to self: Don't laugh like that any more. It was a little bit frightening. I swear, I think the window just shivered.

The driver just informed me that we will be arriving in just a few moments. Currently, we are about five miles from the office. Great. I'm so excited.

You know, looking out the window in a huge city is terribly amusing. The variety of people that you get to see is huge. If I am forced to admit it, people watching could possibly be my favorite hobby. It is right up there with reading, being alone and sleeping.

Oh, thank the Gods. I have spotted a beautiful man - quite possibly a beautiful American man. Wonder if he's married? Do I care? Not really. But, gods! Golden hair, a very sleek grey suit, very nice shoes, is that a silk tie? Dear gods, I just shivered. But, wait. That shirt, orange. We'd have to work on that. Shit! He just looked at me! He has to be American – those eyes.

"Stop," the words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. "Stop." Dear gods, help me, I said it again.

"Mr. Uchiha?" The driver is obviously confused.

"Stop. Do you not understand the meaning of that? Here, let me help you. Push on the petal you use to slow down until we stop moving." Uh, that was rude. My father would have been proud, the bastard.

Good, we stopped. Wait, why is that good? I looked back out my window, he was still there and obviously a little confused as to why my limo stopped in the middle of the street. He'll get over it.

"Ask the man with the delici- blue eyes and the grey suit if he needs a ride." Wait? What!? Never mind, it's not like he's going to accept the ride from a total stranger. On who is riding around in a black limo, is he? Of course not, no one is that naïve.

"Uh… Mr. Uchiha?"

"Just do it."

"Yes, sir."

There, that wasn't so hard, was it? For some reason, I've begun to straighten my tie and my shirt. Even my jacket. What's wrong with me? I am not a nervous girl. Crap! He's actually accepting the ride! Who does that?

"Mr. Uchiha?"

Up close he looks even better. Those eyes are so very beautiful. Like a late summer evening, warm and welcoming.

"Mr. Uchiha?"

I wonder what they look like after he's just woken up and he's all cuddly after sex? Oh, gods, not again, Sasuke. Get yourself together! You have a big day ahead of you. You can not being all silly and thinking about cuddling and sex when you meet the workers! Get control of this!

"Mr. Uchiha?"

He's really very attractive, even as he gets closer. You know how sometimes, you'll see someone from far away and they are drop dead gorgeous? And then, the get up close to you and the person turns out to be completely a waste of human flesh? I mean, they're so unfortunate looking that you can't help but stare. But, it's not in a good way… This guy is not like that. I think I may actually be drooling.

"Mr. Uchiha?"

"What!? What do you want?"

"He accepted… He wants to know if you would please unlock the door so that he may get in, sir."

Oh. Oops. So, as I unlocked the door, I tried my best to keep my face blank from any emotion. I think I succeeded. But, as soon as he sat down beside me – even when there was so much room in the limo, he had to sit so close to me – I think I may have lost a little bit of my cool. Gods, he is beautiful. I think I sighed out loud.

"Um…" The blond god lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck and the sleeve of his jacked actually bulged – he must be ripped! "My name is Uzumaki Naruto." His voice is like a purr! "Thanks for giving me a ride…" He was blushing!

I coughed, cleared my throat and coughed again, "Hn." Wow, Sasuke, that was intelligent. Once more time? "You're welcome." There, that wasn't so bad. You can do this! Just talk to him, he's a boy, too. Albeit a beautiful, completely sculpted, sex-dripping, walking god – he is still a boy.

I think my heart just exploded. Can your heart explode? Mine just did, I swear it. He smiled! A full one million mega watt smile! "You can just drop me off at Uchiha Inc., I just got a job there…" My brain just exploded. He works in my company!? "…graduated from University…" He works in my company and he's right out of college! He must be my age. "…so nervous…" Wow, he talks a lot. "…first real job…" He fidgets a lot. "…running late…" Those lips… I wonder how they would feel against mine… "…forgot my tie…" I really, really want to find out. "…house…" His hair is a disater. "…boyfriend…" Boyfriend!? He's gay!? Oh, gods, thank you! Wait – he has a boyfriend?

I coughed, "What was that last part? I sorta zoned out…" Cause I was staring at your lips.

He blushed, "I was running late and forgot my tie, so I went to my friend Neji's house and woke up his boyfriend."

Well, damn. He isn't gay. His friend is, though… I wonder. "Are you gay?" Even for me, that was blunt.

He blushed again at started to fidget more. Huh, wonder if he's embarrassed.

"Would you have a problem with me if I was?"

"Hn." Wow, that was good.

"I'll take that as a no." He sighed and started to nod, "Yes. I'm gay."

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