Morning Wind

Rating: M

SasuNaru ItaDei

AKA: Yaoi

AKA: Guy/Guy

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

A/N A/N

Okay, so on to chapter four! Sorry, again, that it took so long, but you know me. ^^ Anyway, so here it is, eight pages in all its…well, don't know if I'd say glory, but you know. So enjoy! Oh, and black55widow, this chapter will answer your question more than I did.

Chapter Four:

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
-Kahlil Gibran

He had to admit; even though he wasn't happy with how He had done it he was glad it was finally over. One year of watching Him date her, one year of enduring the pain of knowing he couldn't have Him, one year of dreaming in fear of being caught, and in one night He was done with her and it filled him with hope.

But it shouldn't, and he knew that, but he could make so many other things happen so why couldn't he make this happen too? He knew why: He liked women, and as much as He made fun of him he himself was not female. So he would go back to dreaming and hoping when, in the back of his mind, he knew it would never be.

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[Naruto POV]

As his eyelids were flooded over with light Naruto winced, covering his eyes with his hand, opening them cautiously as he looked to the windows. "Sasuke?" He mumbled, looking to the clock at his bedside. Okay, so it was Saturday, so why was Sasuke up at seven thirty in the morning?

Without a word Sasuke looked to Naruto for merely a second before turning around and walking towards the door.

"Sasuke? Where are you going?" Naruto asked, sitting up quickly. He was mad, he could tell, he was giving him the hard stare and cold shoulder. "Sasuke!"

Without even a word or second glance Sasuke shut the door, leaving Naruto to stare at it with no clue as to what the hell was happening. "Sasuke…?" Quickly he jumped out of bed, his bare feet silently padding over the wood floor to the window. Sasuke had opened the windows before he left so he knew that he wanted him to see something. But what was the question?

The impulsive man stood there for a few minutes, watching as other college students passed beneath him in the flower-lined courtyard. Then, from the college's café came Sasuke and a very uneasy Sakura, walking until they reached the middle of the courtyard. Sasuke motioned for Sakura to sit on a bench politely, and so she did, waiting as Sasuke kneeled before her. Naruto pressed his cold hands against the window, leaning in as if trying to hear their conversation.

Because he couldn't hear anything Naruto watched their lips, trying desperately to understand what was going on. Was he apologizing to her like Naruto had told him to do? Suddenly he noticed that Sakura was crying and that Sasuke was holding his hand out to her. "No…" Naruto whispered as Sakura jumped and flung her arms around Sasuke's neck, kissing him full on the lips.

They were together again.

Naruto threw himself away from the window, grabbing his clothes from the day before that were lying next to his bed. Putting them on quickly he stormed out of the room. Okay, so Sasuke wanted him to see that, but why? Why was he even dating her again? He didn't like her, he knew that, so why was he doing this?

He took a turn into another hallway and saw a poster for a party over at someone's house that night. Just then Sasuke and Sakura turned into the hall from the other end and, when he locked eyes with Sasuke, felt a challenge. Alright, that's how you wanna play this? Fine with me.

Without a word he spun around, making way back to their dorm.

And so it was war.

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[Sasuke POV]

Looking to the clock he moaned, dragging his body out of bed. It was Saturday, so why was he waking up at six in the morning? Oh yeah, that's right.

Sakura.

With another moan he walked to the bathroom and hopped in the shower, brushed his teeth, and continued to get ready. Making sure he was wearing flattering clothes, that his hair was perfect, and that he was wearing Sakura's favorite body spray, he walked back out to the living area of the dorm and ripped open the curtains.

"Sasuke?"

Good, Naruto was awake. Without a word he turned and walked towards the door, sparing him one icy, short glance. He knew he was being cold, but he was still pissed.

As he neared the door he heard Naruto, "Sasuke? Where are you going?" and as he opened the door and stepped out a simple shout, "Sasuke!" He didn't care if he did love the man, he needed to get away. He felt like being bitter, being devious, and this was the one way he knew how.

As he walked down the empty halls and pulled out his cell phone he hit speed dial number one. Holding the phone from his ear until she actually answered he let a fake yet convincing tone slip through his hoarfrost barrier. "Hey, Sakura, it's me. Um, listen, about yesterday, I'm really sorry. I was so stressed out that I was ready to snap at the first thing that presented an opportunity. Naruto…" He paused for affect, waiting to see if she would say anything.

"Naruto…?"

Perfect. "Well, Naruto helped me see the right in things. He made me apologize yesterday and he talked to me afterwards and made me realize that I really don't want to be away from you. You know, there's this saying, Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." He looked that up before he left.

There was a small inhale of breath on the other end of the phone. "Sasuke, I…"

"Please, just meet up with me, I would like to talk to you in person."

"O-okay, where would you like to meet?"

"How about the café? I know you like the vanilla chai, I'll buy."

"Sasuke, you don't—"

"No, please, I want to." Damn, he was lying out of his ass this morning.

"Alright, I'll meet you there in fifteen." She told him, sounding confused.

"Thank you." He quickly hung up, a small smirk on his lips. "Perfect."

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They were only in the café for roughly five minutes before they left for the courtyard. It was too damn crowded and Sasuke was sure Sakura had friends in there waiting to see what would happen. So he brought her out to her favorite place on campus and asked her to sit down on the bench as he bent down on his knees.

"Listen Sakura, I'm not exactly smooth with words, you know that, and I'm rough around the edges, so I'm going to say this the best way I can." He could tell what she wanted and he was going to give it to her. "I love you, I never stopped. Last night was one mistake among my many and I wish I could take it back, but I can't. So all I can do is miss you and hope that you'll take me back. I love you, Sakura."

Sakura was crying and, before he knew it, she had flung her arms around his neck and laid her lips on his own. He smiled against her kissed, but it wasn't for the reason Sakura thought. He pulled away after a few seconds and looked up to his dorm window, seeing the fleeting glimpse of Naruto. Good.

"Sakura, mind if we find Naruto? I, or we, need to thank him. He did bring me to my senses, after all."

The pink-haired girl nodded, smiling wide as her tears began to dry. "Yeah, that's a good idea. I also need to apologize for everything, I…I laid some nasty accusations. I should never blame Naruto, I know he only means well."

Sasuke nodded and stood, holding out his hand and helping her up. They quickly laced fingers and walked into the building, heading for the boys' dorm. As they turned down a hallway they saw Naruto standing there, reading a poster on the wall.

As the blond turned to face them Sasuke caught his eye, making it clear that he was challenging Naruto. He wouldn't tell him what the challenge was or what it was for, but he knew Naruto would play along. He was obviously riled up over this, so he would jump into it without thinking.

As Naruto turned and walked back towards their dorm Sakura looked to Sasuke, worried. "What's wrong with him, Sasuke? Did you say something this morning?"

Sasuke laughed lightly, pulling her after him slowly. "No, it was probably what I didn't say. He didn't know any of this was happening, and you know how he likes to be in the loop."

Sakura smiled and nodded, pushing herself closer to him as they walked. "Well, he should be pretty happy when he hears how it went."

Sasuke nodded, smiling darkly. "Yeah, I hope your right."

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[Normal POV]

Confused and…hurt, that's what Naruto felt. Although he didn't exactly understand the latter. Sasuke didn't like him, he knew that. Yet, for some reason, he felt like his best friend knew and was purposely using it to hurt him. But that couldn't be, he hid it so well.

Right?

Well it didn't matter because he knew he was only over reacting, so he quickly ran into the dorm and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He wanted, no, needed to hop in the shower before those two showed up so he could get ready. He knew what was coming and he knew he couldn't act happy for them like this.

As soon as Naruto turned on the shower Sasuke and Sakura walked into the room, closing the main door behind them. Sakura looked to the bathroom door and knocked, trying to be heard over the running water. "Naruto!"

Sasuke took her wrist gently in his fingers and stopped her, looking down to her seductively. "Hey, don't bother him while he's taking a shower."

Sakura nodded, blushing lightly at his stare. "A-alright, but what are we going to do while we wait?"

Sasuke smirked, pulling her quickly without warning and throwing her onto a bed. "I think I have an idea." He told her as he jumped on top of her, invading her mouth with his tongue before she could protest.

As Naruto stepped out of the shower he grabbed his towel and walked to the door, pressing his ear to see if Sasuke and Sakura were really there. After a few seconds of silence he wrapped his towel around his waist, opened the door and froze. There, on the bed, on his bed, were Sasuke and Sakura, making out.

Sakura suddenly realized Naruto was standing there and pushed Sasuke off her. "N-Naruto! I never heard your shower end!"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Naruto muttered as he walked over to the dresser at the foot of his bed. "You mind getting off my bed before you two get naked?" He asked, voice dull and colorless.

So much for preparing himself.

"Naruto!" Sakura shouted, blushing as she jumped off.

"Don't be such a drama queen, Naruto." Sasuke told him, smiling devilishly up to him. "You seriously think we'd do that while you were here?"

Naruto slammed his dresser door shut, glaring to his friend. "I'd prefer you not do it at all, you ass hole."

Surprised by the reaction Sasuke stared as Naruto made his way back to the bathroom. "Naruto, wait!" But before he could even get off the bed Naruto slammed the bathroom door, rattling the lamp on the bedside table.

Sakura just watched, not sure what to say. "Sasuke…?"

The teen sighed. "Sakura, leave…please." The girl stared at him, not sure what to say. "Please. I'll call you later."

Not needing another warning the pink-haired-teen made her way out of the dorm and away from the rising tide of troubles.

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CHANGE

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As the sun rose and the birds sang their early morning songs Itachi and Kisame's bed squeaked and shook with usual, long-overdue movement. Small moans resonated off the walls of the room, cutting through the mucky air like a blade. Sweat and bodies lay strewn over the sheets as the action calmed, coming to a quiet, heavy end. Pleasure rang through each man's body like his own blood as the evidence of their trial stuck between them.

Slowly one man sat upright, looking to the clock. 5:15; he didn't last nearly as long as he could have, but it had been so long since the last time he couldn't contain the feelings of pleasure. With a smile he looked to his partner, pale, almost blue skin caressing long, silky hair.

"Let's do it again, Deidara."

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Boring, tedious, uninteresting, mind-numbing work, that's what he was stuck with. Why did he have to do tiresome paperwork while Kisame was most likely home jacking off to some stupid magazine? That guy had it easy, so why couldn't he have the same?

With a deep sigh Itachi continued to scribble away, signing his name paper after paper after flipping paper, the uneasy feeling of something unknown sitting in the back of his mind, waiting for the day's end to come.

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With a large grin Kisame pulled on his clothes, his baggy shirt hanging over his toned body. Even though Deidara was strong he found out today that he couldn't over power the man, no matter how hard he tried. He was like an animal when in bed!

"You sure Itachi-san won't be angry if he finds out, un?" The artist asked, pulling on his dark, skin tight shirt. It was four in the afternoon and the two were just getting out of bed. Pathetic. He shuddered as he looked to the men's bed, seeing it in shambles and dirty disarray. If Itachi did find out—

"Don't worry, I ordered those Orochimaru men magazines as a cover, so if Itachi does see the sheets like this he'll think I was just having a good time all by myself." The blond man gave him a disgusted look. "Okay, it's that or Itachi finds out I'm sleeping with you, which would you rather have?"

Deidara sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Okay, okay, you win." He looked up to Kisame, hands falling to his sides. "Do you have any pride, un?"

Kisame smiled, flicking Deidara's forehead playfully. "Nope."

As the two made their way towards the living room Itachi walked in the front door, directly in their path. Deidara froze, grateful he was behind Kisame. "Yo, Itachi, sorry I didn't tell you this yesterday but I told Deidara here that he could grab some clay that I left in our bedroom. He told me you kinda freaked on him." The man laughed, making his way passed him with ease as he tossed said clay back to the blond, petrified male.

Itachi looked to their guest and then to the clay in his hands. "You could have just told me." He told him bluntly, dropping mail onto the table.

"I…well…um…" Deidara stuttered. No, actually, I couldn't have told you! He thought. Kisame forbade me to! With a heavy sigh he walked to the vacant door. "Sorry, I have to leave. I'll see you guys tomorrow, un." And without waiting for a reply he left, the clay in his hands feeling like nothing more than an anchor that kept him in dangerous, shark infested waters.

As Kisame flipped the television on Itachi sorted the mail. "So?"

"So what?" Itachi asked in response.

"What do you think of him?"

"Who?"

"Him. Deidara. That guy that just left."

"Oh." Itachi muttered, throwing junk mail away. "I don't know, hardly know him."

The pale man smiled, enjoying the show on the brightly colored screen. "Well I like him. He's…entertaining."

Itachi's eyes drifted to his partner on the couch for merely a moment before he focused back on his current problems. "What are you watching?"

"Shark Week."

"Oh."

Something was up and Itachi was going to find out what.

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It was ten o'clock and his phone began to ring. "Who the hell could that be, un?" As he plucked the phone from his pocket he brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Deidara, its Kisame. Itachi's gone."

With a sigh the blond male put down his clay, turning from it in reluctance. "Listen, not to night, I'm busy, un."

"Busy doing what?" The man asked from the other end. "You're only two doors down so come on, it won't take more than twenty minutes."

"That's what you said this morning and we were in bed for twelve hours!"

"Well, what can I say? It was better than I thought it was going to be."

"Look, Kisame," he brushed hair from his face, looking back to the sculpture on the table, "I really wanna finish this, so how about tomorrow, un."

"Itachi's not gonna be gone tomorrow, this is the only chance in two days."

"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't even like doing it over there. What if he catches on, un?"

There was a dark chuckle on the other end of the phone. "Well then, if you won't come to me I'll just have to come to you."

"Kisame, wait!" But before he could protest there was a click and the line went dead. "Dammit!"

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"God dammit, now my sheets are dirty, un!" Deidara complained, about to roll out of bed when a strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him back. "Kisame, come on, it's been an hour, I'm sure Itachi is back, un."

"He can wait. It's not like he can hear those moans of yours, so don't worry, he won't suspect anything."

The blond blushed, trying to tear the arm from his body. "Still, I need to finish my sculpture by tomorrow morning. I have work and my clay will dry by the time I get home, which means I can't finish it, un."

With a sigh and a chuckle Kisame left a chilling kiss on the man's back, letting him go. "Fine, fine, but I think I'll stay and watch."

"No, how about you leave, un? You've already distracted me enough, I don't want you getting horny again and pulling me back into bed."

"Oh, come on, you know you like it!"

"Yes, but not when it interferes with my work, un!"

Kisame sighed, throwing his feet over the edge of the bed and standing up. "Fine, fine, I'll just head back to my apartment then. I have to work tomorrow anyway."

As the man pulled on his clothes Deidara couldn't help but feel a little sorry for what he had said. "Kisame, look, it's not that—"

"I know." He told the man, kissing his lips gently. "Just finish your art and then get to bed, okay? I'll talk to you tomorrow…maybe."

"Maybe?" Deidara asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"If Itachi really has become suspicious of something I won't call you, it will only add more fuel to the fire. So if you don't hear from me for a few days, that's why."

The blond nodded, walking him to the door. "Alright then, good night, un."

"Night, oh, and Deidara."

"Yeah, un?"

"Put some clothes on."

With a crimson face Deidara slammed the door shut, leaning against it with a beating heart. He heard a knock and looked to the window to his right, seeing a smiling Kisame waving. "Gah!" With a finger raised the artist made his way back to his room, the one place he could find some privacy and solace.

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