Author's Notes:

Hey everyone! Here is chapter three a day earlier than planed! It's my hope to have a chapter up every Friday, and so far there will be over eleven chapters total (I haven't finished the outline yet). My goal is to have around 1,500 words per chapter; so about five or so pages each.

ABOUT CHAPTER TWO: I just wanted to clear something up that a friend of mine pointed out at the end of chapter two. Since Naruto goes from making out with Sasuke to being in bed with his daughter, I guess it could be taken perversely, however, that's not how it's supposed to be taken. She simply crawled into her parent's bed after having a bad dream.

Disclaimer: I own the story but not the characters. :(

Enjoy!

Chapter III

Sasuke awoke to the hard rock base of his three hundred dollar sound system pulsating through his bed, which really did not help is morning predicament. He had spent the last few hours of night fretfully attempting to not think of his dance partner's soft, pliable lips moving possessively over his own. To say making out with Naruto aroused him was putting it far too mildly; it inflamed Sasuke's senses to the point where he no longer cared about hiding his male form. All he wanted was more of that touch. He wanted it everywhere. He had never been so desperate in his entire life. Then, all too suddenly, Naruto pulled away and drove Sasuke home. Rejection, especially sexual rejection, was not something Sasuke was used too.

Ripping the sheets off of him, Sasuke stormed into the living room, feet pounding on the ground. "What the fuck, Temari! I'm trying to sleep!"

"It's nearly noon," Temari said as she flopped down on the leather couch. She was no longer wearing her dress from last night, but instead a pair of loose kaki pants and a long, men's t-shirt—neither of which belonged to her. "So I had the most amazing sex, and his cock was so-"

"I don't care." Sasuke slammed the bathroom door behind him. With a heavy sigh, he removed the pins from his hair and took off the hair extension. He then gently removed the fake nails before stripping off his feminine clothes and stepping into the shower. As the hot water ran down his body, washing away the faux woman, Sasuke began to feel more like himself again. He was all smooth, pale skin and lean, taut muscles. There were no breasts or hourglass curves. He was a man.

All man, and it did more than injure his pride to deny himself. Who was he really? Was he the model of masculinity and heir to the Uchiha Corporation, Sasuke Uchiha, or was he the lover of rhythm and dancer, Exotica? When he was younger, and his mother was still alive, he knew exactly who he was—he was the boy who did both of his parents proud. He danced, he was at the top of his class, he kissed boys, and made thousands every summer in small business ventures overseen by his father. But then…

With a sigh, Sasuke turned off the water and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He could smell coffee brewing as he stepped out of the bathroom and went to his bedroom. It was Columbian—strong and freshly grounded, just the way he liked it. Slipping on a pair of jeans, Sasuke tossed his towel aside and went into the kitchen where Temari was cooking eggs. He wrapped his arms firmly around her and placed his head on her slender shoulder.

"Hey."

Temari smiled. "Much better."

"You made coffee."

"Figured you'd need it. You looked like hell when you woke up. Is this music more to your liking?"

Sasuke closed his eyes and listened to the softer indie melody. "Much. The other stuff wasn't bad either, just not for waking up."

"It got you up, though, didn't it?" With a light chuckle she nudged him off of her and went to the fridge. "Want any juice?"

He shook his head and grabbed plates from the cupboard, setting the small table for two. It had become an unspoken weekly tradition to have breakfast together after a night of club dancing. The tradition had actually started in junior high when they would study together on Saturdays, but with Temari going to a private art institution and he was going to an ivy league university for business, studying together became nonsensical. The kettle whistled and Sasuke went to make Temari a cup of tea and himself a cup of coffee whilst Temari put breakfast on the table.

"So, should I take it you didn't hit it off with that guy last night?" Temari asked as he sat down at the table and handed her her cup of tea.

"It was fine." He took a sip of coffee and relaxed into his chair, allowing the caffeine to pleasantly seep into his system.

One of Temari's slender, blonde eyebrows lifted. "Fine? Just fine?"

Sasuke shrugged.

"Darling, fine does not lead to that angsty, horny mess that walked out of the bedroom not an hour ago. I know you. Something happened, now spill."

He put some food on his plate and began to eat. "So who was that guy you hooked up with last night?"

"Shikamaru. Don't change the subject. What happened?"

"Nothing, we just danced."

"And then?"

"He gave me a ride home since someone ditched me." Sasuke shot Temari a glare.

She waved it off. "What happened on the ride home?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"He didn't even try to kiss you?" Temari asked, unbelieving. "Incredible."

Sasuke attempted to hide his blush behind his coffee cup as he took a sip.

Her eyes narrowed and the corner of her lips rose in a smirk. "You're lying."

"I am not."

"You're a blushing fool! What happened? Tell me everything."

"Nothing happened."

"Sasuke Uchiha, I have known you for twenty-two years; I know when you're being a lying bastard. Now tell me everything that happened!"

"Nosy bitch," Sasuke mumbled as he set his cup down. "Yeah, we kissed."

Temari grinned. "And then?"

"Nothing. He drove me home."

"That's it! He kissed you and then took you home? No phone number, nothing?" She frowned, mimicking Sasuke's own frustrated frown. "Was it at least a decent kiss?"

Sasuke blushed, remembering about how he nearly came in his underwear after a few minutes of Naruto kissing him.

"More than decent?"

"I have to get ready for training." He stood and Temari immediately gasped, her eyes wide and on the significant bulge in his jeans.

"Well, well, well, my darling Sasuke, that must have been one hell of a kiss." She smirked at him and giggled as he quickly went back to his room.

Sasuke pulled into the parking lot of the Ryuusuke Dojo, sister school to the downtown dojo of the same name. Despite being owned by the same family, the uptown and downtown dojos are fierce rivals even though they had never actually competed against one another. The downtown dojo was filled with delinquents who did not respect the Honour Code and was often in a state of repair after another gang related incident. The uptown dojo was expensive and, therefore, kept out the scum that the downtown dojo had to endure.

Feeling a little restless after breakfast with Temari, Sasuke got out of his car and headed inside. What he needed most right now was a good round or two with either Kankuro or Gaara. Of the two Suna brothers, Gaara was the closest to his level, but Kankuro would taunt him enough to keep his mind off of last night despite his lack of close combat skill. It was times like this that made Sasuke wish he was not the top student, there was no one here that could give him the challenge he craved. With a sigh he quickly went into the locker room, changed, and then headed into the main room to find an opponent to train with.

As he entered the main room, Sasuke was immediately confused. Instead of the crisp order and general serenity that usually enveloped the main room of the dojo, it was in complete chaos. On one side were the Ryuusuke Dojo's students, properly attired in their uniforms, and on the other side were a bunch of street thugs in baggy jeans and dirty shirts. Since Master Ryuusuke did not seem to be here, it was Sasuke's duty as top student to take care of the situation. He walked over to the Ryuusuke students and stood before them in the position of leader.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he asked, looking around at everyone. Most of them appeared to be ready for a fight.

Gaara's bright red hair appeared in the corner of Sasuke's field of vision. "They're from the downtown dojo. According to them, the two schools have merged."

"The fuck they have." Kankuro came to stand on Sasuke's other side.

"Calm down, Kankuro, we don't want to start a fight just yet," Sasuke cautioned before turning to the downtown students. "Which one of you is your top student?"

"Here!" A blonde head made his way through the mob of downtown students until he stood in front of them. "Sorry I'm late."

Sasuke's eyes widened—it was Naruto.