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7: Sasuke

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His tan face, now blotched with red, glares heatedly at me. It's amusing, making him angry. It takes so little.

He looks around guiltily, as if with new eyes. "This is dangerous. We should go." I quirk my brow at his sudden concern for my safety.

"It wasn't so dangerous just a moment ago."

He glowers at me, and its something new. Its not every day someone challenges me. Maybe that's why it's so novel. I smirk coldly at his anger. He flushes red again. I feel like a matador.

"Well, a moment ago I didn't know you were the spawn of the devil."

The hatred in his voice shocks me.

I blink, affronted. Somewhere forgotten, a long-aching prick twists painfully, and it's the pain that wakes my reaction. It forces its way onto my face. Naruto stupidly gapes at his own words, then at whatever cruel sentiment has warped my face, and moves to touch me. I shrug him off.

"What, you take it back, street shit?" I leer maliciously at him. This should be no surprise.

I turn and wade through the masses. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care. I shouldn't have come. Now the bitchy ghost princess will rat me out to her father, who will then give the press another spectacle. Like they haven't already had their way with me. Itachi will skin me alive. Or rather, send me off to him to do it. I shudder. Well, I have shit on them too.

I feel him behind me a split second before he grabs me, leading on through the crowds to a secluded entrance.

His huge, jewel blue eyes are stormy as I throw him off me.

"Don't fucking touch me." It's a direct threat, whispered low in my throat. His brows furrow.

No one has gotten me this upset in a very long time. I hate that this stranger, this nobody, could even make me feel uncomfortable. Fuck them all.

"Look, sorry. That was uncalled for."

I stare at him. He stares back. He smiles, and I swear I'll rip his face off. He sees it in my face.

"You know, I think I know exactly what you need." The mischievousness is plain on his face.

"To my place!"

I turn over following him for a second. I could just walk off. But then, unfortunately, Naruto was right. Probably most anyone in that huge room would kill me in a second, or worse, kidnap me for ransom. According to half of the entire city's population, I really was the spawn of the devil.

I allow him to lead the way through the maze of alleys. We travel in silence, with him occasionally trying to pry information from me. Where I came from. What my family is like. Who beat me up. Why I ran away. All are met with stony silence. I don't owe this asshole anything.

At last, we reach a small, lit townhouse. It's shabby, like the rest of this side of the city, but comfortable looking. He grins at me, teeth flashing in the moonlight.

"Ready?" I stare him down. "I know you don't like people, but there's gunna be a lot of them there. Be nice." He looks pointedly at me. I watch him impassively. He pouts.

"They're my friends. You will be nice. That poor Hyuuga girl looked like she was going to pass out earlier." Blue eyes, dark gray in the silver light, regard me darkly. "I would've had to cover the hospital bills after Kiba ripped your dick off." I scoff. That mutt? Please.

I can't keep back a low chuckle at the absurdity, "I would slay him."

Naruto grins again, and I'm momentarily blinded by his proximity. I didn't realize we were so huddled by the building. I'm looming over him, his back nearly against the dirty brick wall as he stares defiantly into my eyes.

"You would try. Kiba's a beast. That's why he's my co-pilot." Naruto turns to unlock the door and I wipe the frown off my face. Apathy is key.

He opens the door, and my senses are immediately overwhelmed. It's another crush of people, however much less crowded, with a thick, sweet fog of smoke lacing the air, mixed with the scent of beer and liquor. I inhale deeply, already getting high off the fumes. It's been a long time since my last house party, and that was a sordid affair.

Next to me, a brunette girl sucks intensely at a freshly rolled blunt. She offers, and I take it gratefully. Naruto cocks his brow at me, warm eyes wide with surprise.

"Oho, so rich boy knows how to party, aye?" He grins heatedly at me, passing me what could easily be a triple shot.

He leans in close, too close, and whispers in my ear. "I'm gunna get you fucked up, Uchiha." I snort, and the blond sucks up the released smoke. He gingerly takes the blunt from my fingers, frozen from the intimate contact, sucks deeply through his mouth, and, letting the smoke billow out, inhales it deeply through his nostrils.

An expert at the French Inhale. A delicious shiver runs down my spine, and we clink glasses before downing all three shots at once. Its gin. It instantly combusts my belly in flames. Combined with the weed, my vision warps wonderfully. Naruto is leading me through the crowds. The girls gasp as I pass. One in particular, with a brighter glint in her eye, watches me predatorily. She's slim, with cropped pink hair that falls around her pale face and lightly made-up bright green eyes. By all accounts, she's pretty. But not my…type.

I feel him brush my shoulder. The drinks are buzzing inside me, spreading warmth through my limbs. Naruto's blond hair scatters a warm scent through the air, and I notice he's touching me a lot. Whether it's a hand on my arm or my back, leading me through the crowd, or a friendly bump and press every once in a while, he keeps making contact.

His shoulder bumps my chest as he animatedly talks to someone, and I no longer have control over my body. Blame it on the alcohol. My fingers just barely graze up along his arm. He stills for the briefest moment, and I feel him shiver. I smirk, and at the first opportunity he whirls to face me. His huge eyes search mine.

"You're not drunk enough." He concludes, and pushes a beer into my hand. I welcome it.

I smirk, "Are you planning on taking advantage of me?" I ignore the slight slur to my words as I gulp my beer.

He grins, not answering, and it sends a pike through my chest.

No. Oh, yes.

Then the pink-haired girl is in front of me, blowing smoke through delicate nostrils. She owns a fat blunt between her lips. Making sure to kiss its end thoroughly, she offers it my way.

A hand snatches it before I can smirk and take it; Naruto puffs on it, greeting the girl amorously. I blink, dumbfounded. I have excellent intuition. This smells…interesting.

My smirk widens when Naruto glares for a second in my direction, then keeps the girl, by the name of Sakura, far from me.

While he's keeping her occupied, another, blonde this time, approaches.

She hands me another beer, and I notice mine was empty.

"You're welcome," she admonishes playfully when I don't thank her, instead gulping the foam off the top. I nod in her general direction.

"My name's Ino." She flutters her lashes at me, and I look around. Naruto's now glaring at me from the group he's been sucked into. I smirk evilly his way and turn my power on the blonde.

She's pretty enough; with a sleek straight platinum ponytail too brilliant to be natural and large, make-up covered blue eyes. Attractive enough, but even Pinkie was more my type.

This is purely for fun.

She tangibly brightens, starting off about her life and problems. I nod occasionally, keeping my attentions on Naruto. He finally approaches, fuming, and I bite my lip to cover my smile. Yes, smile. This is just too funny. I chug the dregs of my second beer, and fifth drink. Fuck, I'm twisted.

When he reaches us, he puts a friendly hand on each of our shoulders, "Hey Ino, how's it going?" She launches herself at him, and I'm taken slightly aback. He holds her a few seconds too long, grinning impishly at me.

I remove my scowl, opting to go neutral and drink. Once free, Naruto hands the blunt to Ino, who passes it, with obvious suggestiveness, to me. I take a huge pull, feeling it cloud my lungs with sweet, thick smoke. It goes straight to my already fuzzy head. I haven't drunk this much since…ever.

Before I know it, Naruto is pulling me away from the girl, stopping to get another couple shots. We take them immediately, facing each other solemnly.

There is something about this guy. Something different. Something that's kept me following him, even though I hate the crowds. Even though I don't follow anyone but myself. Even though I'm perpetually solitary. Even though I should be on my way out of this hellhole. The now amber liquid flows fire through my torso, and I'm engulfed in blue eyes. I'm too selfish not to. Aren't I?

He grins, and then he's pulling me deeper into the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a drunken Hinata actually laughing out loud, publicly, at some joke the mutt made. I snort, then am distracted by Naruto's jewel eyes. He leads me forward with those eyes.

We're in a dark room. A bedroom. It's very dimly lit.

"Sorry," he grins almost weakly, "I need a quick break." I stare at him.

He pats the bed next to him. "Sit." It must be my drunkenness, because I feel my body comply without time for my mind to stop it.

He sighs. "Have fun?"

I stare at him.

He smiles, "good." He stretches, and his muscles strain his shirt. "See, people aren't so bad."

I'm on autopilot, unconscious of what I say until I hear it from my lips, "Some."

This has his attention. Finally. He's searching my face, dilated pupils boring into mine.

"Me?" It's a breath.

"The worst." I hold mine.

He grins, and something begins to pound the back of my head.

He scoots closer, and the pounding grows louder. What. He explores my eyes, and I feel like a moth to light, "So, what happened to you?"

Bam!

Reality smacks me in the face.

I feel my face twist.

"This was how you planned on taking advantage of me? Getting me drunk to extract information?" My voice is low, and heavily slurred.

His eyes are wide, surprised, then undeniably guilty.

I can't tell whether I want to be angry, or laugh. Something in-between grips me, and I stand too quickly. My vision drains into blackness and I grip the wall to steady myself. I feel the fire of his hands on me, keeping me upright, and jerk away from him. The room is spinning.

"Hey, hey-" He's gripping my face, and I'm trying clumsily to shake him off. No one should ever touch me, especially him.

I need to get away from everything, especially him. I've been surrounded by too many people. It was too much. I let my guard down.

"Sasuke." The low authority in his voice is what pauses me, and he's finally able to lock my eyes in his, "You've got the spins. Just focus on one spot, you'll be fine."

I focus on his gaze. I can't figure him out. What's his angle? What's his ploy?

What does he want?

Easy as pie. Information on the Akatsuki.

He insists on touching me. Doesn't he know? Can't he tell?

I try to buck him off, try to grasp my sanity, but he comes at me again, all tan skin and sunlight hair and big, blue eyes. His hands are on my chest. He can feel my throbbing heart, and it registers wondrously in those gleaming eyes.

I can't.

I must.

Before even I know what's happening, I whirl us and slam him into the wall, shoving my legs between his and practically lifting him from the floor. My mouth is on his, crushing our lips together. I press my aching groin to his, sealing our bodies together, and he emits a low groan into my mouth. I invade his mouth, sucking his tongue and roaming my hands down his waist.

Reaching the supple mounds of his ass, I grab a side in each hand, prying his legs apart and pushing him flat against the wall with my hips. I grind headily into him. He wraps his legs around me, and I'm utterly lost, stroking everywhere I can possibly touch: his face, his chest, his arms, squeezing his ass and running my hands up his shirt.

He gives out another delicious moan and I gasp, my hips moving rhythmically now. I damn my clothes. His hips angle up to meet mine in glorious friction. I'm hard now, ready to burst. I feel his substantial erection rub lusciously against mine under our jeans, and I release a low whine into his lips. This fuels him, and he thrusts faster, his hands reaching my back. I stiffen.

He stops, and I pull, panting, my lips from his. He looks into my eyes, and defiantly runs tender hands up my shirt and across my scarred, broken back. His face contorts as he feels my scars, and I can't bear to look at him any more. Erection forgotten in a drunken stupor, I begin to release him.

"No you fucking don't." Naruto's deep growl snaps me to face him, and he hooks his legs around my waist, effectively trapping me.

He's caught my eyes, refusing to let me go. "You got me hard, now take responsibility, bastard." He tightens his legs around me, and I feel his girth poke mine. My lower belly stirs, and I smirk carefully at him.

He pouts and grinds into my hips, eliciting a gasp from me. Then, purposefully, he yanks his hands under my shirt again and begins to stroke my back gently, tenderly. Our eyes are still connected. I lean low, and let him close the remaining distance between our lips. At contact, a fire explodes from somewhere forgotten in my chest, and I thrust him with all my lust into the wall. I reinstate the rhythm, and soon we're both panting hard, echoes of each other, breaths mingling.

I reach the edge. From nowhere, our hands find each other, clasping tightly and I press his arm with mine over his head. He groans, and I kiss his neck; he tastes delicious. I swirl my tongue on his skin, and he clutches my hair.

"Ah," I've reached my breaking point, and from his frantic kisses, his desperate hips, it seems he has as well. I feel the need charge through his body. It charges along mine too, and looking directly into my eyes, He combusts around me, crushing me to him, watching me through the pleasure that sweeps him away. He cries my name. Then I'm gone too, moaning incoherently into his straining neck as white light blinds me.

We collapse, a drunken tangle of arms and legs, to the floor. I black out, my arm warm from his panting body, as he sighs peacefully into my chest.

What have I done?

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Some sound advice children;

'Beer before liquor, never been sicker;'

Liquor before beer, you're in the clear.'

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Love.

Bright Eyed