So, here I am after...let's not think about that, oh my brothers. Sorry for the delays :( But I wrote this up last night and now here 'tis. Please, don't hate on the likely typos.
Warnings: Rated M for language, possible lemons later, and mature(ish) subject matter. This story is YAOI!...obviously. (boyxboy, if that sort of thing does not float your boat...LEAVE), the story is alternate universe.
Also: '-' Indicates someone's thought, italics are the past, and the line across the page is a change in POV. So...to the story?
Two weeks had passed since the kitchen incident and Naruto was tense. If anything, he was anxious. He had jerked off more times than usual with shame. Every time he came, Sasuke's angry face filled his mind. 'Is that wrong?'
Naruto now sat on one of the couches in Sasuke's living room. He had been typing for hours, his stomach rumbling had gone unnoticed. He also paid no attention to the dark windows, nor did he wonder where his black haired counterpart was. The writing took rightful precedence over everything else.
It was when Naruto saved his document early in the morning on that Saturday he realized Sasuke was missing. He set down his old laptop, the old he'd had for years. A yawn assaulted Naruto and he let it out as he stood. The black headphones he wore were blaring out loud whiny rock he wasn't sure he even liked. Naruto scratched under his t-shirt as he stepped out into the lit hallway and stopped.
There were two Sasukes. 'Two Sasukes! Just for me?' One was thinner than the other and looked a bit older, on him was leaning the real Sasuke, his head drooped heavily on the other's shoulder. The older one spoke, but Naruto couldn't hear him. And, being the slow one he usually was, Naruto asked loudly, "What?" He winced and slid the headphones down from his ears.
"Well…here he is." The older Sasuke said, no detectable emotion on his face. The longer Naruto regarded him, the less he looked like Sasuke. He had the same black hair and dark eyes and pallid skin, but there was something about him Naruto didn't like. He watched as the older brother moved past him and dumped Sasuke with a soft thud on the couch. As he rounded on Naruto, he looked him slowly up and down. Not even a flicker of interest passed over his face as he walked past Naruto again.
Naruto warily peeked over at the unconscious Sasuke, who was snoring loudly and slowly wrapping his arms around Naruto's pillow. 'Cute?'
"…So, who are you?" Naruto asked lightly, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. The older brother was peeking into the refrigerator, not caring about Naruto. After some noisy rummaging around, the other man pulled out a beer, Naruto was intrigued. 'Damn, there was one left…'
"I'm Sasuke's older brother, Itachi. I could really care less who you are or why you're here. So please, do not tell me your life story, got it blondie?" Naruto's jaw tightened. Yes, he really did not like this guy. He motioned his thumb in the direction of the living room, "What's that all about?" Itachi mindlessly popped the can open. The two watched the tan froth grow with muted fizzing. He took a lengthy chug of the drink and contemplated it for a moment.
"He can't handle alcohol. Don't know much other than he's having bad luck with a lady or something like that. But whatever it is, he's your problem now." Itachi shrugged and glided past Naruto.
"Hey," Naruto called after him as Itachi had his white hand on the doorknob. He paused, but did not turn back around. "You should really care about your brother more." Naruto said forwardly. Itachi looked back around at him for a long moment. And, without another word, Itachi twisted the knob and was gone.
Naruto pondered the idea of sleeping in Sasuke's bed. 'It's only fair,' Naruto tried to convince himself. Just as he resolved to collapse on Sasuke large, soft mattress, he heard a groan from the living room. Naruto rolled his eyes but curiosity prevailed. Sasuke was drunk, that was bound to be a sight. Sasuke had managed to turn himself around onto his back. His mouth was open and he was breathing in deeply. It was not exactly attractive, Sasuke's hair a fluffy mess and his breath reeking of alcohol. But other than those redeeming qualities, Sasuke looked relatively fine. His pale blue Oxford shirt was free from his black khakis, the buttons not meeting correctly. His dark tie was loose, hanging low on his chest.
The longer Naruto stared down at him, the more insecure he felt about his own hobo getup and blond mane of hair. But he could not take his eyes off of the sleeping Sasuke. 'God, I want to fuck him.' Naruto was vaguely shocked by his own thoughts, but not at the same time. What could you expect from someone who had been jacking off to the person in question's angry face? Naruto needed to get away. As he began to back away, he was shocked to watch Sasuke's dark eyes open. 'Fuck. Go back to sleep so I can stare at you.'
"Naruto?" Sasuke asked in a groggy tone. Naruto, who was suddenly very horny, thought he had never heard a more seductive voice in his existence. Sasuke sat up slowly and Naruto could see a bit of Sasuke's exposed chest. 'Damn. Stop.'
"Y-Yes." Naruto answered warily, afraid of what Sasuke could possibly say at a moment like this.
"Come here." Sasuke said simply, looking seriously at Naruto.
"Sure?" Naruto moved slowly toward the couch and looked down at Sasuke.
"Sit down, there's something I need to tell you." said Sasuke, his face blank. 'Fuck, he's kicking me out.' Naruto obeyed and sat, allowing a generous amount of space to be between the two. "So, Naruto."
"Yes!" He yelled at his name. Sasuke frowned.
"Anyway…Since I am drunk, I'd like you to take advantage of this." There was a lengthy pause between them. Naruto tried to gather his thoughts quickly.
"Me? Take advantage?" Naruto asked. 'I'd like nothing more…' Sasuke simply nodded. With all of Naruto's instincts telling him to go for it, he couldn't help but stay back. Something about Sasuke telling him to plow forward, no pun intended, was a slight turn off.
It seemed Sasuke got the same feeling and closed the distance quickly. Naruto felt extremely self-conscious suddenly and was looking for a way out of this.
"Ah, I have to save my writing." Naruto began to reach for the table, on which his laptop rested. He was stopped and pushed onto his back by Sasuke. Naruto had a bewildered face as Sasuke straddled him and was leaning down toward his face for a kiss.
"Naruto, get that stupid look off your face, you're making me go limp." Sasuke said bluntly. Fearing that, Naruto wiped his face blank and looked up into Sasuke's eyes.
"You sure you want to?"
"Naruto,"
"What?"
"Shut up and have sex with me." Sasuke breathed, the first signs of a blush growing on his face. Naruto was quiet for a moment and the only sound was his near silent breathing and Sasuke's loud heartbeat.
"Okay." Naruto reached up and pulled Sasuke's face toward his own. 'This bastard better not regret this.'
Sasuke regretted it. He lay, naked from the waist up, below, Naruto's baggy orange sweatpants. He sat up slowly from the hard ground of the living room. Naruto was nowhere to be found and Sasuke was pissed. He was sure to be in a bad mood the whole day. A raging hangover was growing and Sasuke suddenly felt old. 'Where's that asshole?' Sasuke could remember everything and he was not sure if that was a good thing.
It had felt good. 'It felt amazing.' And Sasuke was angered by that. For some reason, he had had it in his mind that if they were to have sex once more, it would be an utter catastrophe. But yet, here he was, furiously mystified. He stood quickly, too quickly. His body ached everywhere. His head a pulsating mass, his body painful. 'Where's that no good, mooching…'
Sasuke shuffled his way to the kitchen, expecting to see Naruto hurriedly fixing a crappy breakfast. He was displeased to find the kitchen its same eerie cleanliness as the day before. He checked the bathroom, no Naruto, the small office, no blond idiot, he seemed to be nowhere. Sasuke was going to call it and go fix himself some coffee when he caught sight of his closed bedroom door. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion and apprehension as Sasuke approached the door. He silently slid it open and was surprised to see Naruto spread wide over the large mattress. He only wore dark boxers and his chest rose and fell steadily. He lay above the blankets and Sasuke rolled his eyes, closing the door behind him. 'Yes, Naruto, fuck someone then steal their bed.'
Sasuke did not know what to do with himself. He held a mug, heavy with hot coffee and wore his glasses. He had no idea where to sit, stand, or lie. Did he want seem suave and nonchalant or caring and antsy? Caring and antsy were definitely not Sasuke's style and he knew it. Where he could usually be calm and collected, he now felt paranoid. In his mind every noise he made was a reverberating boom which would send Naruto running into the kitchen, wide awake and crazed.
Sasuke had an idea.
Sasuke's idea was a terrible one. He had not run in maybe five months and it was obvious. His breathing was labored, like that of a smoker's and he was sweating profusely Sasuke was no longer running, more of an odd skip/walk. He ran strangely whenever he saw any car or person approaching and would stop immediately as they disappeared from view.
All that really mattered was, he was away from the apartment. Sasuke couldn't forget about the night before, not like he wanted to. The copulation {I have no idea} started roughly like the two were taking part in a frantic race. A race to what exactly? Sasuke wasn't sure but, whatever it had been, Naruto beat him. Sasuke was beginning to feel even older at the thought of how energetic Naruto had been. 'Fucking mutant.' He just went and went and went. Not that Sasuke didn't approve, he was just pretty sure he had gotten more exercise out of "that" than anything else in his life.
He saw no point in running now. Not if they were going to continue this odd relationship they were pursuing. 'Are we sex friends? Lovers? Friends even?' Sasuke was not sure and he did not like being in the dark. What he did like though was how slowly Naruto had kissed him, like the kiss he shared with Sasuke was more precious than anything. An almost invisible smile grew on Sasuke's face. A loud horn beeped rudely behind him and he realized he had been walking in the middle of the road. Sasuke skirted out of the way and waved an apology to the driver only to see who it was.
"Get out the fucking way! Oh, Sasuke it's you." Sakura beamed.
"Fuck." Sasuke breathed too loudly, resulting in a glare from Sakura.
"Get in, I was coming over to your place anyway."
"It's fine I was running. You really don't need to."
"Stop your bitching, I saw you walking just now." Sakura growled. Taking in her murderous tone, Sasuke moved quickly to the left side of the car to slide silently into the car. "I didn't know you ran." Sakura said with not a little a bit of a smile.
"I don't." Sasuke said in a tone that stopped Sakura from saying anything more on the subject. Sakura rolled her green eyes and roared the engine. "Do you live out of the city?" He asked her, taking note of the car in the first place. Nearly everyone in the city commuted by foot or the transit system underground. Sakura merely nodded and drove in silence. And for once, Sasuke wished Sakura would say something.
Naruto sat up quickly. His blond hair was pressed flat against the back of his head and he did not care. He scanned the room in shock. Naruto had a vague feeling he had taken an intense power nap on Sasuke's bed. He rubbed the crusty sleep out of his blue eyes as he called out Sasuke's name. No response. Naruto was nervous. 'Did he flee? Why would he, it's his own house.'
Naruto stood and took account of his only clothing: black boxers. He hmm'ed to himself and stumbled out of the room, calling out for Sasuke again. When no reply came back Naruto was beginning to feel a tad worried. He stopped, his bare feet sticking to the wooden floor. 'What if he didn't enjoy it? What if I'm terrible?
"I knew there was a reason I never topped!" Naruto yelled aloud, his hands pulling tightly at the roots of his yellow hair. He was horrified for a long moment, beginning to sink down toward the ground. He hung low, crouching on the pads of his feet, still clutching his hair. He rocked to and fro like he had as a child and froze. "But wait..." Naruto stopped the rocking and remembered back to the night before. The sounds of Sasuke moaning with pleasure and how he demanded more filled Naruto's early morning brain. 'Those must be good signs.' Naruto began to rock again.
"But that could have all been fake. The bastard is fucking with me!" Naruto groaned loudly and stopped all movement when he saw two pairs of feet before him. His eyes rose up the feet slowly and smiled weakly. He rose as well, slowly like his eyes and took in the pair. Sakura wore a long, turquoise coat with knee-height black boots. Her hair was done up in an elaborate bun, silver hoop earrings dangling down from her ears. Sasuke on the other hand looked like a mess, his hair plastered to his head and sweat trickling down his face.
"Hey." Naruto said lightly. The two still stared back at him.
"What were you doing on the ground just now?" Sakura asked in a haughty tone. Naruto ignored her and saw the orange pants Sasuke was wearing. 'My orange pants.' "Good morning." He said to Sasuke, causing Sakura to bristle with anger.
"Morning." Sasuke replied back to Naruto, forcing himself to look pointedly away from Naruto's exposed chest. Naruto noticed this action and smiled internally. 'So he does remember. Brilliant.'
"What, did you guys have sex of something?" Sakura asked, laughing. The uncomfortable hiatus in the already awkward conversation answered her question. Her eyebrows rose with surprise and as she turned to a reddening Sasuke, he pushed quickly past the two of them to the bathroom. Naruto flinched when the door slammed shut. Naruto resolved to glare at Sakura, she only smirked back at him in satisfaction.
"So you two did it, then?" She said, a smug look on her face. Naruto frowned and walked past her, looping his arm in hers. He dragged her into the living room and spun around to face her. She looked him up and down, not even masking her appreciation. "Do you by any chance swing the other way?" Sakura asked, a mischievous light in her eyes. Naruto looked at her for a moment then caught sight of Sasuke's discarded Oxford. He shrugged and pulled it on. Naruto began to slowly button up the shirt, breathing in the smell of Sasuke.
Sakura stepped further into the room, stepping over ditched articles of clothing. Naruto, who hadn't seen too much of her since high school was confused as to why she was there in the first place. He decided not to ask and finished buttoning halfway up the shirt. Naruto didn't care that he was only wearing boxers. Sakura lowered herself on her high heels, reaching down to pick up a black tie. She raised an eyebrow at him. He regarded her quizzically.
"Yes?"
"Nothing, just looks like you guys had fun last night. I would ask, 'does he remember', but I'm pretty sure he does."
"Pretty sure?" Naruto was interested in what she had to say. That irritatingly teasing look Sakura had did not show any signs of going away anytime soon. "Why are you even here?" asked Naruto, annoyance in his voice. Sakura said nothing and heightened herself. Naruto noticed he was taller than her, not by much but taller. He grinned to himself and she eyed him.
"I was actually in the area." She said, sounding a little sheepish. Naruto was struck by her sudden diffidence; he liked seeing her like this. He felt in control and the sight of an uneasy Sakura was an awesome one.
"Are you going on a date? You look nice." Naruto could not help but point out. Sakura's face reddened quickly and she laughed nervously.
"Of course I'm not, shut up Naruto." Sakura murmured quietly. 'Well, that was convincing.'
"Come on, who is it? A hot guy? Huh, huh?" Naruto asked, taking up a trying, high-pitched tone. He passed her to go to the kitchen and rubbed shoulders with her in a familiar way. She tensed and glared at him. As Naruto moved through the hallway he noticed the lack of the sound of rushing water.
"Enough about me, what are you going to do?" Sakura asked once the two were in the pristine kitchen. She was amazed by it. "Sasuke really is a tightass."
"Ha. Tell me about it, I would know." An awkward silence filled the kitchen until Naruto cleared his throat. "What am I going to do about what?" He asked, banging the white cabinets above his head open loudly. He pulled a black mug out and peered inside, blowing a layer of dust out.
"About Sasuke."
"What is there to do?" Naruto inquired, rinsing the mug out in the sink. It was too early in the morning for him to think, considering it was nearing midday. Sakura was at a loss as to what to say to his question. She had not thought that far surprisingly. Naruto moved to the silver refrigerator to pull it open. He peeked around inside it, pulling out all varieties of carbonated drinks to choose from, which were not many. "He's got nothing in here." Naruto mumbled.
"I'm amazed he's letting you stay here this long without making you pay him."
"Making me pay him…has he made others?" Naruto had turned around by then, leaning against the counter. Sakura, who was walking around, inspecting flawless pots and pans only nodded.
"He let Choji stay here, Shikamaru, some crazy chick named Karin, and his brother."
'Crazy chick…I don't like the sound of that.' Naruto, feeling like a small child for thinking it, but he began to feel no longer special. Like he was just another boarder mooching off him. 'But that's exactly what I am…' Naruto set the mug down firmly on the counter and ran from the room. Sakura paid no attention to him. Only moments later, still wearing Sasuke's shirt, Naruto flew past the doorway. The front door closed behind him loudly when Sakura finally looked away from a beautiful coffee maker on the granite countertop.
"What was that?" Sasuke asked appearing before her, toweling the water out of his ears. Sakura looked up and glared at his chest.
"Naruto left."
"Oh?" Sasuke asked, looking down the hallway, a saddened expression on his face. Sakura rolled her eyes.
"God, you like him too much. You two need to go on a date." She patted him on the bare, still-wet shoulder and looked him up and down once more. "Damn." She breathed in admiration.
'Lucky blond bastard.' She thought to herself.
I read A Clockwork Orange last week (I know that should be underlined but, pff) Have any of you read it? If you haven't you definitely should. Also...this morning at 12:01 I was feeling a little down because I don't have a plot idea for NaNoWriMo :'( Any ideas?
Currently listening to...Soil to the Sun ~ Cage the Elephant
