A/N: Hello my dear sweet readers! Thanks to all who reviewed, I love how into this fic you guys are. I know the name of this chapter is "Kiss" but it should really be "Plot" - because there is more of that than there is making out. But I won't apologize because the plot is necessary and you are going to get plenty of action in the next couple chapters. So enjoy a little character development with some light citrus mixed in. And of course, don't forget to review!

Warnings: Mostly light boyxboy action with some mention of more citrusy events.

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned Naruto.


So the party didn't go exactly as I had planned, but I think I still managed to make an impression. Seduction is overrated anyway. The question now – what is the next move?

I am pondering this very thing in the library when I hear a crash down a nearby aisle. I lean to my left and smirk deviously at the blond on his knees, several books scattered around him. Thank you Jesus, Allah, Satan – whoever is responsible for this. I decide I need to visit the history section; who gives a fuck if I am in English right now?

I saunter down the aisle and stop in front of the cursing blond. He has his pile of books in his arms and starts to lift himself off the floor, then stops; there is about six inches between his face and my crotch. He looks up with bright blue eyes and I stare down with an arched eyebrow. I smirk and he glares.

He gets to his feet and whispers harshly, "You lookin' for something?"

My eyes narrow slightly at his tone, it is a little too aggressive for my tastes. I take a step forward and he tries to back up but is stopped by the bookshelf.

"Yeah," I whisper back as I lean in to him.

There is a fierce competition between our gazes. His rich cobalt eyes are defiant as they stare into mine. I am looking at him with much softer eyes, because I have nothing to prove – unlike him. He thinks he is taking a stand, but really he is just demonstrating how much he is in denial. So when I stare at him, there is nothing but confidence. I am confident he wants me and that I will have him.

As I start to close the gap between us I see his resolve wavering. Want is starting to surface, displacing resistance. I grip the bookshelf on either side of his head and he holds his books tightly to his chest. He is breathing through his nose, no doubt concerned about the implications of parted lips.

"Uzumaki," I whisper and my breath washes over him. His nostrils flare, inhaling my scent. I lean in a few millimeters more and bite my lip. His eyes flit down and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. I fucking have him. I release my bottom lip and moan against his mouth, "Na...ru...to."

Jesus, I almost cum it sounded so hot. My lips just barely brush against his – not really a kiss, but a result of our proximity. I take a breath and prepare to descend on his delicious mouth.

"Uchiha," a cool voice calls out from the front of the aisle.

I smirk and pull back, Naruto's eyes flutter open. Raising my voice from its previous husky whisper I respond, "Hatake."

I pull a book off the shelf behind the blond and I let my gaze linger on his flushed face for a moment before I turn back to my English teacher. I take my time walking back to him and just as I am about to pass he throws an arm out to block my exit.

He eyes the book in my hand, "Medieval England?"

I look down at the book and up to him, I blink. So that is the book I am carrying... damn it even feels boring. "Canterbury Tales," I reply with a smug smile.

He purses his lips and nods. I'm allowed passage and return to my seat. I open the book and flip through the pages with little concern as to their contents. After a few seconds I see Naruto exit the aisle. He sends a nervous gaze my way and I smile – not smirk – back.


I have a free period 5th hour. This time is usually spent in the library doing homework or dicking around on the internet but it is drizzling this Thursday afternoon and that means one thing – PE is going to be in the gym. So instead of peace in a quiet room I opt for squeaking sneakers on a waxed floor.

It is a strange double standard that allows me to spend my free hour in the bleachers, watching the boys' PE class. I would never be able to sit here and watch the girls' class – not that I would ever want to – and no doubt the faculty is aware of my... orientation. Nonetheless, I am allowed to sit in the top corner and pretend to read while I watch the boys below me play basketball.

What ever happened to some good ol' fashioned shirts vs. skins? The blue vs. red jerseys are considerably less attractive, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers. Naruto is in a blue jersey, the flimsy material is dull and muted compared to his eyes.

What I wouldn't give to be on his defense – I would block and check him every chance I got until I fouled out. Then I would cat call from the bench. Yeah, there is a reason why I am not in PE.

"You're leering Uchiha," a voice snaps me out of my reverie.

I shoot a glare to my right and see a familiar brunet sitting next to me. When the fuck did Shikamaru sit down?

I roll my eyes, "What are you doing up here Nara?"

He turns and displays his forearm wrapped in a fluorescent green cast. I grunt and nod before returning my attention to the gym floor. I don't mind Shikamaru, that is to say – he is tolerable. He is usually quiet and when he does speak it tends to be intelligent. I think the only reason we aren't actually friends is that neither of us cares enough to bother.

"Right arm, huh?" I chuckle to myself, "Sucks to be you."

I can sense a smirk in his tone when he replies, "Lucky for me I'm ambidextrous."

I turn to him and he tweaks his brow, a small grin on his face. I huff a laugh and turn back to the game. I have no idea who is winning but Naruto is glistening with sweat – so I am going to say I am winning.

"What gauge are you at?" I ask without looking back at the brunet.

He doesn't answer right away and I am about to roll my eyes and turn to him when he responds, "Six, just went up last week."

"Hn."

He continues, "I didn't know you knew about piercings."

I smirk, "Ears aren't the only thing that can be pierced Nara."

For a moment he is at a loss for words. My face is unmarred by metal of any kind – which can only mean...

"You ever hear of a dydoe?" I ask and turn to him, "It's when you have short barbells along–" I am making some very crude hand gestures when he cuts me off.

"Yeah. I know Uchiha," his eyes are wide, I think this is to keep them open – for fear of letting them close and imaging exactly what it is that I am talking about.

No. I do not have my dick pierced, but that will be a fun little rumor floating around for a while. I am chuckling when my gaze returns to the gym floor. The commotion has died down, it must be close to the end of the period. I snap my book closed and slip it into my bag, next to me Shikamaru stretches.

We make our way down the bleachers, the brunet turns towards the lockers and I enter the foyer. I make my way to the door and peer outside. What had started out as a light sprinkle is now a full deluge. I move away from the door and slip off my backpack; I rummage through it until I find my umbrella and smile. I would have made an excellent boy scout, except for during camping trips... I'm pretty sure there is no badge for what I would have done in the woods.

A few minutes pass and students begin to filter out of the gym. Most of the guys pull their jackets over their heads and run like hell to the main building, a few have hats or hoods. Luckily for me, Naruto has nothing but a T-shirt; a white T-shirt to boot. I almost abandon my original plan in favor of a watching a soaked blond during our shared 6th period.

No, I'll be good... ish.

He approaches the door with a grumble and I watch him as he chews his bottom lip. Finally he sighs and turns to me with a pitiful expression. He doesn't want to ask for my help, but he is out of any other option, save for stripping naked and running to the building. It would keep his clothes dry... maybe I should offer that as a suggestion.

"I don't suppose you would want to offer me your umbrella," he says coolly, already expecting to be rejected.

"Why would I want to do that?" I smirk back.

"It would be the gentlemanly thing to do," he replies with a small smile.

I lean toward him, "Too bad I'm not a gentleman," I arch an eyebrow, "but if I recall correctly... you don't seem to mind my lacking chivalry."

His eyes narrow slightly and he turns to face the window again, "You don't need it anyway. An arrogant bastard like you, your giant head can keep you dry."

I snort at that and lean into the door until the latch gives. A cool breeze immediately surrounds us, bringing with it the fresh scent of rain. I smile to him and nod my head outside. Stepping outside, I hold the door ajar while I open my umbrella. He hesitates, staring at me while I stand under my dark shield. With a resenting sigh he steps out and joins me under the umbrella.

As we walk back to the main building I can't help but wonder why he is being so damn resistant. I've never done him any sort of injustice, it seems he has passed a blind judgment on me and that is very hard for me to accept. I spare a glance over to him and he appears to be holding back – his lips are pursed into a thin line and his eyes are hard as he stares ahead.

I can't take it anymore. I stop in the middle of the sidewalk,"What?"

He looks over to me with a bit of confusion tinting his wide azure eyes, "Huh?"

"You..." I sigh in frustration, "what do you want?"

He furrows his brow, "What do I want?"

"Jesus, yes," I growl, "What the hell do you want from me?"

"Sasuke..." he appears even more perplexed, "I don't want anything from you."

I sigh and drop my gaze. I'm so fucked.

"What..." Naruto starts and I look back up. He shifts his gaze away and then back, "what do you want from me?"

There aren't enough words. No, I take that back, the words I need do not yet exist. I would have to create an entirely new language in order to answer that question. Fuck words. I drop the umbrella and cup his cheeks in my hands. The rain is pounding down on us, deafening me to all other sounds save the pulse I can hear in my ears. I rub my thumbs against his tan cheeks and stare into his gorgeous, wide eyes. They are swirling with something – excitement, anger, arousal, fear... I have no idea, but I am about to find out.

I crash my lips against his and wait for his response. It isn't long before I feel his hands brush against my shoulder and nestle into my hair, gripping the spikes. He clenches his fists for a moment, tugging hard, and then releases. I tilt my head a little more and he moves in opposition, deepening the angle of our kiss. My tongue finds the seam of his lips and I roll it against the sweet flesh. He makes a pained moan and opens his mouth slightly, I push forward and my tongue traces the edge of his teeth before he pulls away.

"This is wrong," he whispers, turning his face away.

I smirk against his wet cheek, "Yeah it is."

He pushes me back and I stumble into a puddle. He looks like he is trying to bristle, but he can't – he soaked to the bone and appears more like an angry, wet cat.

"You want to know what I want?" He asks suddenly, his voice ringing sharply through the downpour. I don't respond and he continues, "I want you to go back in time and not fuck my best friend."

Kiba? I never fucked Kiba.

"I want to not feel guilty for wanting you," his shoulders sag with that statement, weighed down with remorse and soggy fabric.

"Naruto..." I begin, but he cuts me off.

"Save it," he spits, "Why don't you just go back to 'hit it and quit it' and leave me the hell alone."

He turns his back on me and brings his hands up to fist his drenched locks. There is a moment where neither of us move and I am about to take a step forward when he storms off toward the main building. I just stand there and watch him go, my head is spinning. I have no fucking clue what just happened. I decide biology will go on without me and head for the parking lot.


I'm soaking wet, cold and angry when I arrive home, but that is not enough. Some malevolent deity out there has decided that I also need to be given the third degree by my mother. The space between the door and the stairs is less a hall and more an interrogation room.

Why am I home early? Why am I wet? Did I lay a towel down on the seat when I got in the car? Why am I being so defensive? Does she need to call my father? Do I think that tone is appropriate?

Finally I am allowed through and slog my way to my bedroom. I pull out my phone and make a quick text before I strip and leave my clothes in a wet pile on the bathroom floor. I turn the shower to 'searing' and step in, quickly becoming enveloped in steam. The hot water helps to relax my muscles and takes the chill out of my bones. After nearly a half hour I am starting to feel human again, I turn off the water and wrap up in a thick towel.

I exit the bathroom, followed by a plume of steam, and take pause when I see Neji laying on my bed. His eyes are closed but I know he isn't asleep. I wonder how long he has been here, I texted him just before I got in the shower, so it can't be more than 15 minutes – and that is assuming he got the message during class and ditched directly afterward.

"Hey," I say quietly as I move to my dresser.

I'm pulling out a drawer and rummaging through my skivvies when he replies, "So I am sitting quietly in trig – you remember... school – minding my own business. When I get a text message that says, and I quote, 'Mother fuck. The hell did I do? Help!'." Neji pauses and I turn my back to him as I tug a pair of boxers on under the towel I have around my waist. I turn back around and he seems disappointed, I just roll my eyes. He lays back, staring at the ceiling as he continues, "So I can only assume that either you have killed somebody and need help disposing of the body... or you are throwing some melodramatic fit about your blond flirt." He props himself up on his elbows, "You better not tell me I brought my shovel for nothing."

I sigh and slip off my towel before turning back to my drawer and pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms. I'm tugging up the dark cotton pants when I respond, "thanks for coming over. No need for the shovel... sorry."

"So what is this all about?" Neji asks as he moves to sit up.

"Right," I pull a dark gray shirt over my torso, "so we were walking to 6th period and got in a fight... I guess. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. Then he pushed me away and said it was 'wrong'. He told me to go back to my 'hit it and quit it' mentality and leave him alone."

"Sound advice," Neji smirks.

I narrow my eyes at him and continue, "He said he can't be with me because he feels guilty. He said I fucked his best friend."

Neji furrows his brow, "When did you fuck Kiba?"

My shoulders sag and I look up despondently, "I didn't."

"Well," Neji purses his lips, "who could it be? You haven't laid that many guys that you can't keep them all straight," he chuckles, "so to speak."

I start to pace the room in front of my bed, "I don't know. Mostly guys from school. Nobody that has ever associated with Naruto."

"That you know of," Neji interjects.

I roll my eyes and nod, "Wait," I stop, "wait. There was a party. Ah, fuck," I clench my eyes shut as I try to remember the details, "It was the end of the summer, just before school started," I open my eyes and groan, "fuck, I don't even remember whose house it was."

"Nice," Neji smiles, "you are such a fucking whore."

I growl and he has the decency to stop smiling. Who was it? Whose house was it? Goddamn. Son of a bitch. Shit. And for good measure... fuck.

"Do you remember anything about the guy?" Neji asks, "Maybe I have seen him around."

"I know he doesn't go to school with us. I'm not even sure he was still in high school." I close my eyes and try to revisit that night, "He was the dark and brooding type. I saw him in the living room..."

I am starting to remember. He was sitting in the corner, a drink in his hand and a scowl on his face. He looked sort of sociopathic and I was immediately intrigued. I sat in a chair next to him and we shared a few words before his attention was drawn elsewhere.

"He was a redhead. I think he had a tattoo on his forehead, but his hair was too shaggy – I couldn't see what it was," I say as I open my eyes and look to Neji. He shrugs and I close my eyes again in attempt to gain more information.

The next time I saw the redhead was in a back room, a study or something. I walked into the room and started to speak when I realized he was on the phone so I closed my mouth and took a step back. But something in his eyes made me linger and after a few minutes he was off the phone and looking at me. I closed the distance between us and continued to gaze at him.

"He has green eyes. Really light green, and he was wearing some fierce eyeliner," I turn to Neji who only scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Once more I close my eyes. We were standing in the study, not speaking – just staring. He broke first and walked past me; I remember thinking that was it and he was going to leave. I turned around when I heard to the door close and the lock click. By the time my eyes are on him, he is already pulling his shirt up and over his head. I quickly followed suit and it was probably less than a minute before we were both naked and in each other's arms.

I bite my lip as I recall the event. It was somewhat brutal. He knew exactly what he wanted and it didn't include much preparation. The redhead was a demanding bottom, but I am nothing if not a accommodating top.

I took him on the chaise lounge, he was on his side with one leg slung over my shoulder. He growled and commanded that I pull his hair and I obliged him willingly. It was fucking hot.

I can now distinctly remember pounding him; how this memory could have faded is beyond me. The redhead had been quite a workout; my abs hurt the next morning. I remember how I hunched over, hands resting on either side of his torso while my hips rocked fervently. And as I came I remember screaming...

"Gaara!" My eyes snap open, "His name was Gaara."

"Excellent. Mystery solved. Can I go home now?" Neji grumbles from my bed.

I glare at him and continue, "That doesn't explain why Naruto is so pissed off. Gaara was very... satisfied."

He rolls his eyes at my smirk and purses his lips as he thinks, "You think he was a virgin?"

"No," I pause, then shake my head, "No. Definitely not."

Sure Gaara was tight, but he wasn't that tight... and he knew what he was doing. It has to be something else.

I think back once more. I didn't linger once we were done. I pulled out, turned away and yanked off my condom. I got up, slipped into my boxers and tossed the wrap in the trash on top of some mail. Nice, right? Somebody was going to have some explaining to do the next day. I got dressed rather quickly – not frantically, but with purpose. I was pulling my shirt over my head when Gaara started to speak.

"I cut him off before he could say anything," I say to Neji, running a hand through my still damp hair, "I told him we had a good time and he was a good fuck, but not to pretend it was anything more than that."

Neji flops back on the mattress, "Such a romantic Sasuke."

When I turned around to face Gaara again, there was something in his eyes. Maybe hurt, probably disappointment. But he didn't say anything, he just stood up and cinched his belt. Finished redressing, he nodded, said goodbye and left.

I am such a prick. I realize as I stand in front of Neji, eyes drilling a hole into the wall above my bed. Not just because of what happened with Gaara, but because of what happened with every guy I've met since I refused to accept my feelings for Naruto. I have made my dick available to just about every hot piece of ass that has come my way, but I have reserved my heart for him. Who knows, I could have had something with Gaara – he seemed like a cool guy. He certainly didn't deserve to be treated like that; like a two cent whore.

"No wonder Naruto is pissed," I sit heavily on my bed.

My challenge is two-fold. First I have to figure out what I am going to say to Naruto to rectify this, then I will have to find a way to talk to the blond. Something tells me he isn't going to be easy to convince. I think this is beyond even my skills; I need a master of manipulation. I need Itachi.