A/N: Hello there, dear readers. I'm sorry for my lack of updating, but I was studying and working on final exams until last week. So I hadn't been able to write or do anything productive until now!

And though some of you may come to hate me for this, this is actually the lastchapter of this story. I'm no good at writing long stories, so I'll leave that up to the other writers on FFN.

I'd like to thank all of my readers. I'd like to thank you for reading this story until the end. So for that, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Enjoy this last chapter!

Edit: End of the chapter has some sexy bits, but full version (SasuNaru) is on my AO3 account if you're interested.

I woke up with a startling jolt, the sudden feeling of falling scaring my heart into beating faster than normal. I pushed myself up and looked around, making sure that nothing around me was out of the ordinary.

And much to my expectations, there was nothing particularly different than I would have imagined the room to be. A beam of sunlight filtered into the room, slightly illuminating the darkness.

I jumped, startled, once again as Naruto wrapped his arms around my waist. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that the blond was still sleeping, and had only shifted momentarily to grab ahold of me.

It seemed as if he was not ready to let me go just yet.

Instead of moving and possibly waking Naruto up, I lied there on my side and thought. There was no way I was going to fall back asleep, and I would feel bad if Naruto woke up because of me. No, I could wait a little while for him to wake up.

What had happened the night before was...unexpected and raw. And though I thoroughly enjoyed the free fuck, the way Naruto and I had progressed - from the dance club to his bedroom - it all seemed rushed, as if the blond did not give any more time to think this actions through.

I couldn't say last night wasn't a particularly satisfying round of sex, but at the moment, I did not feel the normal "morning after" lax of the muscles in my body. I still felt tense, as if I hadn't cummed within the last twelve hours.

Shifting onto my back, I moved my arms out from underneath the covers and pillowed my head with my hands. Naruto adjusted himself as I changed positions, his grip around my waist loosening. He draped a lazy arm over my stomach and yawned, gradually waking up from his slumber.

"Mn, Sasuke?" he said softly, his eyes still closed.

I hummed, acknowledging his call and letting him know I was there. A small smile formed on Naruto's lips and he rubbed his eyes before opening them. He stared at me momentarily before moving his head to face away from me. He yawned again.

"Wanna get something to eat? I'm kind of hungry," Naruto mumbled, "Didn't exactly eat last night."

I had eaten plenty. But that was besides the point.

"Yeah, I could go for some food too," I replied, amusing myself with my vulgar thoughts.

ooOOOoo

It wasn't until Naruto put on his jacket that I realized I had left mine at the dance club.

We were apparently in too much of a rush to remember to grab a measly piece of clothing.

"Here, you can borrow one of my jackets. It's not as nice as the one you left, but I think it would suit you well," Naruto said as he threw a jacket at me.

I held it up, thinking that he was probably right; it was a simple, black jacket - probably made of pleather - but it fit me pretty well, despite the discrepancy in our clothing sizes. Naruto was a bit shorter than me, and a bit chubbier too. It was as if he had bought the jacket when he was skinnier and had thought he would grow a bit taller.

I shrugged the jacket on and Naruto gave a low whistle, "Yep, that suits you. You can keep it too, if you'd like. That thing hasn't fit me in years."

I didn't say anything, mostly because I didn't exactly want to accept this secondhand jacket that Naruto had worn only a few times, it seemed.

We left his apartment and walked outside. I was glad that I borrowed Naruto's jacket; lately the weather hadn't been too cold, but a sudden change in weather had the cool wind blowing a little too profusely.

Naruto guided us to a small diner. It was on a street corner and didn't look like much, but people were bustling in and out as we approached the establishment.

The door opened as we neared, and two people - a male and a female - came out. The female shivered when the wind blew, and the male wrapped his arm around her and ushered her to move quickly. I stared at them as they disappeared around the corner.

"Hey, Sasuke, you coming in or what?"

I turned back to discover that Naruto was inside the diner but had been holding the door for me, his arm stretching and muscles straining. Without further thought about the couple, I went inside the diner with Naruto.

"Pick any seats you want, darlings. Booth, table, counter - the choice is yours."

The blond hostess winked at the two of us. Naruto grinned and went forward, while I nonchalantly followed after him. We sat down on the stools at the counter, and before we knew it, menus appeared in front of us. The old man behind the counter smiled at us, and then turned his attention to Naruto.

"Naruto, how nice to see you again. No lunch with the girlfriend today?"

I whipped my head to Naruto, who fumbled and then hid himself behind the laminated menu.

"This is my friend, Sasuke. We're just stopping in for some brunch," he said, his face still hidden, "I'm going to go use the bathroom."

Before I could even call his name, Naruto threw down the menu and rushed away from the counter.

"Excuse me," I asked the old man, "can I get a cup of coffee?"

As the old man bustled away to retrieve my drink, I stared at the men's bathroom door, which was still swinging from the force that Naruto inflicted upon it as he zoomed through.

What the fuck was all that about?

I opened my own menu and looked around casually at the different food items, none of them particularly interesting me.

The old man came back with a cup, with little plastic cream containers sitting next to it on the saucer, and a pot of dark coffee. He placed the cup down and poured it partway, allowing room for cream and sugar.

"So you're a friend of Naruto's?" the old man asked as he finished pouring my coffee, "I'm surprised he has friends, considering all the time he spends with his girlfriend. But I guess I shouldn't be making assumptions about someone's personal life, eh?"

I plucked a couple sugar packets from the little containers sitting all along the counter and began adding them to my coffee as I replied, "They come here often?"

Something was up. Naruto was definitely keeping something from me, and it was at that time that I decided to investigate what exactly he wasn't telling me. This girlfriend of his, the mere idea alone that Naruto was frolicking around with another person, was not making me happy.

The old man put the coffee pot back on its burner and began to wipe down the counter space near me, "Yep. It's a safe bet to say that they come here at least three times a week. Sometimes they'll stay for as little as ten minutes, sometimes for as long as an hour."

I was stirring in the cream into my coffee now, "You think she's pretty?"

With a contemplative expression on his face, the old man nodded, "Yeah, she's pretty. Changes her hair color a lot and wears a bit too much makeup sometimes, but yeah, can't say she's an ugly sort. Why? You thinking of taking her from Naruto?"

I shook my head in response and took a large gulp of scalding coffee, "Just curious. Hey, I've got to go. When Naruto comes out, can you tell him that I left?"

"Oh, sure. You don't want anything on the menu though? Just coffee in your stomach isn't good for the body. The caffeine'll run right through you."

"I appreciate the concern, but no thanks. Hey, how much do I owe you for the coffee?"

The old man waved his hand, "Don't worry about it. You only had coffee - it's on the house. I'll let Naruto know you've gone."

I pulled out a five dollar bill and put it on the counter, "Here's tip then."

Before the old man could complain and before Naruto emerged from the bathroom, I fled from the diner. Outside, the wind was blowing even stronger than before. I crossed my arms in an attempt to collect heat and stay warm.

Standing on the corner of the street, I hailed a taxi. The yellow vehicle stopped with its back door right in front of me. As I stepped in, Naruto had come out from the diner and was running to catch up.

"Sasuke!"

I stepped back out of the taxi, and the driver harrumphed with impatience.

"Sasuke, why are you doing this?"

Like the driver, I harrumphed, "Why? You have a girlfriend, who you cheated on with me. Naruto, I don't want to be that person, the person who ruins someone else's relationship. It's not fair. It's not fair for me or for your girlfriend."

I closed the door to the taxi, which sped away with a roar of the engine. The driver was obviously angry about the loss of two minutes of his driving time.

Naruto frowned at my response. "Look, I can explain everything. Please, just listen to me."

I shook my head. There would be no explaining. I had a good idea of what was going on. Naruto would not, could not, convince me that there was a reasonable explanation to everything.

"I can't. You've been playing the both of us, and it has to stop. I don't care if you're impartial. I don't care if you're gay, straight, bi, whatever. But if you're still in a relationship with some girl, I can't - no, I won't - see you. Not like this."

Naruto sighed, "Can I at least get a second to try to explain myself?"

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot, urging him to hurry the fuck up.

"I probably should have told you sooner, but the girl I come often to the diner with isn't my girlfriend, but my ex. I still talk to her every night, too, when I'm not with you. And I...I don't know what this is, what we are to each other. I'm absolutely afraid of you, of how drastically my life would change if I were to start something with you. I don't know what to expect, what to say or do. I don't know anything when I look at you. You're like a black hole; who knows what really happens if you get sucked in? I don't like the uncertainty. And I'm sorry for being so impartial but I really don't know what I want, Sasuke."

I huffed, gave a quick "whatever" and walked away. Hailing a taxi would mean having to wait. Walking away would mean getting the hell out of that place, away from Naruto.

Naruto was persistent; he ran to catch up with me and kept at my pace as I speed-walked somewhere, anywhere.

"Sasuke! Please! Can you just wait a second?"

I paused in my step, as did Naruto. We stared at each other in the eyes and sparks flew, not in a sexual way, but threateningly.

"What more do you want from me, Naruto? Do you want me to pretend like there aren't any problems? If you're so indecisive, take the time to sort out your feelings. Until you can do that, I don't want anything to do with you.

"But I do have one question that I'd like for you to answer, Naruto: Did last night mean anything at all to you? Or was it just a test to see if you'd enjoy fucking a man?"

Naruto stammered, stuttered over his words, giving me no real answer. I shook my head and walked off, leaving Naruto behind me. The worst thing about his silent response was that he couldn't even defend himself.

Pathetic Naruto.

I then remembered that I didn't exactly pull away from Naruto when he came onto me. I could just as easily have walked out from Naruto's apartment. I could just as easily have said no when he pulled me out from the dance club.

Pathetic me.

oooOOooo

I noticed that I could only take Naruto in binges. There was no consistent pattern of Naruto in my life. From day one, I would see him on an erratic schedule - for weeks, we'd be inseparable, then we'd separate for months. This time was no different, after I discovered and confronted him about his impartiality between his ex and me.

After Naruto stopped coming around, I stopped socializing, cutting off ties from many of my acquaintances and coworkers. The only people I ever talked to personally was my older brother Itachi, who would attempt to engage me in useless conversations about the weather and other small talk topics.

So there I was, in my signature spot in my study, doing paperwork on a Friday night. It was a weekly thing for me, the only thing that kept me sane. I could always count on my job to give me work over the weekend, and I would take on extra paperwork when my weekend load was light. The more time I worked, the less time I had to think, and the less time I had to think, the less of Naruto pervaded my thoughts.

But this Friday night was different. The days were getting warmer, and the idea of bringing a jacket out at night was almost laughable. It was warm enough so that a long sleeve would suffice on the coldest days.

Someone knocked on my door. I jumped, leaving a very large, very ugly scribble on the paperwork I was working on. I threw my pen on the desk, giving up on my paperwork, and went to open the door.

I did not expect to see the person on the other side of the door.

"Hello, Sasuke."

I looked up and down at Naruto, who had definitely aged since I last saw him. It had only been three months, but his face looked more stern, his features seemingly darker in comparison to his once-sunny self. He had his hands in his pockets and his shoulders were slouched.

"Naruto, you look like fucking hell," I said simply.

Naruto combed his fingers through his hair and put his hand back in his pocket. He didn't seem very happy to see me, and likewise, I wasn't very happy to see him.

The blond breathed heavily through his nose, "I gave it some thought, Sasuke, what you told me the last time we saw each other."

After some moments of silence flew by, I asked, "So? What did you end up deciding?"

He looked around, almost as if he was afraid that someone was listening in. I stepped aside and let him into my apartment before closing the door. I leaned on the door and crossed my arms, waiting for his reply.

"I...I'm really sorry, Sasuke. I was never really over my ex. She left me, but I still loved her. And I still love her, even now. And though I really wish I had the courage to, I can't think of starting a romantic relationship with you. It's-it's just too weird for me to think about."

I rubbed my tired eyes with my hand. "You could have called me on the phone to tell me all this, Naruto. Why make the extra effort to tell me in person?"

Naruto pressed his lips together and looked away. He strained his bright, beautiful, blue eyes to anything but me. His hands were behind his back and he swayed nervously from the balls of his feet to his heels.

"I came to say goodbye, I guess. I mean, it's a selfish thing for me to do, to ask you of this, but I couldn't stand to leave things the way they were-"

I didn't even give Naruto time to finish explaining himself. With two long strides, I lunged over to Naruto, grabbed the front of his shirt, and - with all my might - pressed my lips against his. I tilted my head one way as he did the other, and our mouths melded into a perfect union of two lovers.

My tongue pushed into his mouth and swept through the foreign-yet-familiar mouth, over smooth teeth, gums, tongue. I sucked on his bottom lip hard, not letting go until Naruto whimpered. It was a forceful kiss; Naruto would have no mercy from me. He would finally know of all the pain and lust he had rendered in me from the first day we met.

I grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of Naruto's head and pulled, exposing his neck. I latched myself onto that tanned, bare skin and sucked momentarily before pressing my teeth lightly onto flesh. Naruto moaned, and I gave a particularly hard suck in response.

Pulling away from his neck, I looked up into Naruto's eyes and said, in a low voice, "You're not leaving here unharmed, Naruto. I can guarantee you that."

He shivered, and I pulled off his plain, orange t-shirt, exposing the tanned body that retained its beautiful color even during the cold season. I licked my thumb and rubbed on his nipple roughly, causing it to perk up and harden.

"P-please, Sasuke, I-I..."

We shifted over to the couch, and I pushed him down before I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, leaving his blue, striped boxers on. He was already extremely hard. I straddled him and took off my own shirt, lying down over him so that our chests contacted, skin to skin.

Naruto was panting, his eyes squinting and focusing nowhere. I swooped down to claim his lips again and distracted him as I trailed my hand from his neck, down over his sides, over his lower abdomen, to the space between his legs. He let out a breath of air and swallowed thickly.

"Sah-sasuke," he whispered in shaky breaths, "I'm so sorry. I...I never meant for any of this to happen."

I ignored Naruto's apology. He shut his mouth and attempted to keep from making any sound, but a strained sound still managed to squeak from his throat.

I wasn't even thinking at the point, but was acting on instincts. The last time we fucked, Naruto had taken dominance over me. This time, I would return the favor. I would not allow him to leave me unscathed.

From then, I lost it. I didn't know what demon or spirit overtook me, but with every movement, I made sure to ingrain every amount of anger, frustration, and, perhaps, longing into that beautiful, tan body that would ultimately never belong to me.

By the time I had finished, my head was spinning, and I felt close to falling onto the ground. With whatever little strength I had left, I made my way back into my bedroom and passed out on my bed, not caring in the least that I was dirtying my sheets.

And though I shifted over in my bed to allow room for Naruto, he never came in to join me.

oooOOooo

It had been months since I last saw Naruto. He had left my apartment while I was knocked out in my room and had never bothered to give a formal goodbye. Not that it mattered; our last fuck was enough of a goodbye.

After Naruto left, I was out of it for a couple weeks, continuing my anti-social life and doing paperwork on Friday nights. However, a couple of coworkers invited me out to drinks one night, and I didn't refuse. They seemed surprised, but happy that I had obliged.

I heard nothing from or about Naruto; there were no updates on his life, and I was sure no one was updating him about my life either. For a while I considered going online to find him through a social networking site. But something in my subconscious kept me away from it, kept me away from becoming obsessed with his life from afar.

After all, Naruto had gone back to his ex-girlfriend.

I was angry with it all. I was angry with the way things turned out. But I couldn't completely blame Naruto. I had pushed him away, denied my own chance at something with Naruto when I found out about his ex.

In the end, Naruto and I had just both denied our chance at happiness with one another.

And that was the simple fact that hurt me the most.