A/N: I knooow, it has been a long time and this chapter is not as long as I had planned for it to be. But you all have waited long enough.

Warning: Explicit sexual content in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto series or any of its characters.


"Oh, when I lift you up
You feel like a hundred times yourself
I wish everybody knew
What's so great about you

Oh, but your love is such a swamp
You don't think before you jump
And I said I wouldn't get sucked in

Oh, don't tell anyone I'm here
I got Tylenol and beer
I was thinking that you'd call somebody
Closer to you

Oh, but your love is such a swamp
You're the only thing I want"

- The National, This Is The Last Time


I am not so sure that there is anything more disappointing than my own dreams. Last night, I had a wonderful dream. A wonderful, impossible and eventually horrific dream. Said dream went a little like this:

I am lying on my back in the middle of a lush field of tall sunflowers with my eyes closed. I am singing, something I used to do a lot. Mainly just to hear my own voice, to fill the silence when I was alone. The song I am singing is childlike and nothing I recognize hearing before.

"There was a garden

A quiet garden

A never growing, a never dying

Pretty, pretty garden

All mine, all mine

I stayed there, never strayed from

my garden walls, tall and guarded

Hard and solid

The beyond, the big bad beyond

It tempted, tried to sway me

But I would never, leave my safety"

"How stupid." A husky voice says. Looking up, I am startled to see Sasuke looming over me. He smirks playfully down at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief .

"What do you mean?" I ask, my brows furrowed.

He leans down, his breath warm against my neck. I contain a gasp, my chest light and cheeks aflame at the close proximity. The warmth of his body intoxicates me.

"If you never leave your garden, you will never be happy." He whispers.

"It's just a song, bastard." I retort, frowning and wrinkling my nose at him.

He emits a breathy laugh and shakes his head before straddling my hips. Something that is a bit awkward, considering how much bigger in stature he is compared to me.

"You think so?" He queries smugly, reaching down to slide down the zipper of my jeans.

"Hey!" I exclaim, my hands flying down to stop his. He leans down towards my crotch as he slides my jeans down, for some reason, I am commando.

"What's the problem, Knucklehead? I thought you wanted to seduce me."

I turn red. My face is hot with embarrassment.

"You look like a tomato." He says with a smirk. "I like tomatoes."

I throw my head back as suddenly he takes me into his mouth, his hot cavern engulfing my swollen member. I melt, giving in and allowing him to explore my body as he pleases. He gently slides his soft hands up and down my thighs. A particularly hard suck causes my back to arch. I spread my legs wider and he lifts them over his shoulders. The heels of my feet brush against his clothed shoulder blades as he continues to suck me off. I shift and clench my fingers through his thick dark tresses and close my eyes tightly with my head dipped back. He grips my hips firmly as he bobs his head up and down my length. I coo, moan, and whine. Unable to prevent the embarrassing sounds from escaping past my parted lips.

He crawls up my naked body and presses his, suddenly, bare chest against my own. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press my face into the crook of his neck. He gropes my buttocks, dragging his hands down to the back of my knees before forcing my legs to hook around his hips.

"You've wanted this so bad." He says in a whisper, humor clear in his tone.

Frowning, I reach out and grab his ass. Keeping him in place as I grind down onto him. "God, just do it, bastard."

I can feel the vibrations of his laughter from his chest against my own. Biting down onto my neck and sucking, I cry out as he presses inside me. I don't feel any pain. Just the wonderful, exciting pleasure of being filled.

Unlike how I'd fantasized in my waking life, he isn't gentle and loving. He fucks me hard and fast and I feel like I'm no longer on earth. He is so deep inside me that I feel like I am shattering.

I fling an arm out to grip some of the tall strands of grass behind my head, only to hear a loud splashing sounds as my hand goes through water. Suddenly I am falling into a large body of water.

"Sasuke." I gasp out, before abruptly my throat is filled with water. I choke and grab my throat, my eyes wide with terror. I am below the surface of the lake. I writhe and struggle to swim towards the surface, but despite my efforts I continue to sink. Blearily I spy Sasuke far above me, sitting as he did on the dock two weeks ago.

"What is it, Naruto? I don't understand." He says with an exasperated expression. As if he is frustrated by my inability to speak.

My face contorts in anguish and then I wake up. There is an anxiety driven pain throbbing deep in my chest. I breath heavily and scramble out of bed, making my way to the bathroom.

Yesterday, I turned twenty years old. I had a wonderful birthday, as usual. I received many gifts and best of all, my closest friends and family came to my home to celebrate.

Chouji baked me a cake, Hinata baked me cupcakes, and Sakura brought two bottles of Welch's sparkling juice. Thanks to the large amount of sugar I ingested, I didn't fall asleep until six in the morning.

Today is the day that Sasuke and I go to the Fair. Something that is sure to end in disaster. What with my awkward acts of flirtation and Sasuke's detached attitude.

It is now 4:30pm, I woke up an hour and a half ago. At the moment I am laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. The fabric of the comforter beneath my head is damp from my wet hair. I jolt in surprise at the sound of a knock at my bedroom door. Kyuubi peeks around the painted white wood and smiles at me. As he opens the door all the way I am confused by his attire. He sports an old pair of light wash distressed blue jeans and a well-worn black shirt covered in splotches of dried orange paint. Definitely a change from the stylish clothes he usually wears. His often sleek hair is now frizzy and pulled back into a ponytail; I can tell that he has been sweating by his damp hairline.

I can't help but furrow my brows at his appearance. Kyuubi had always acted above dirty physical labor, unless of course you count sex. He was definitely game when it came to sex.

With one of his trademark smirks promising trouble he opens his mouth to say something, however before a single word can exit his mouth my mother tugs him by the collar of his shirt out of my room.

"Mom!" he protests.

My mother rolls her eyes and wrinkles her nose at him. "You smell Kyuu, go take a shower. I don't want you getting paint on the carpet."

Kyuubi pouts, "But I wanna help Naru get dressed for his date!" He argues childishly.

Mom pauses to give Kyuubi a confused look before swiftly diverting her gaze to my blushing form.

"Date?" She queries. "I thought you were going out with your friends?"

Kyuubi grins, "Nope! Baby boy's gotta date."

Similar to something out of Scrubs, I briefly imagine my mother shooting condoms at me with a T-shirt cannon. Oh god. Kyuubi, why?

The expression on my mother's face is troubling to say the least. She seems lost for a moment as she chews at her fingernails and stares at me with furrowed brows.

"Kyuu." She says softly before turning around and gripping the handle of my door. "Go take a shower, honey. I need to talk to your brother."

I can see that Kyuubi is trying really hard not to laugh as he nods his head.

"Yeah, yeah." He winks at me before walking away down the hallway.

Closing the door behind her, my mom gives me a look that is hard to label; stern yet gentle.

"A date, huh?" She says with a lop-sided smile. For a moment I begin to think she's finally accepted the fact that I'm not a baby anymore.

That is until she walks forward and falls face first onto my bed. She groans loudly and turns her head to look at me with a disgruntled frown.

"My baby's growing up."

She reaches up and tugs me down so that I am lying on my back beside her.

"Can you just not?" She continues. She cuddles closer to me and pets my hair.

I smile with amusement and turn onto my side so that I am facing her. She lays resting with one side of her face against her folded arms.

"If he tries anything, I'll cut him." I whisper. Our faces are so close together that I can see the many light freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. For whatever reason, she always tries to cover them up with makeup.

She laughs and pokes the tip of my nose with her index finger. "Good. So, what's this guy's name?"

I frown and divert my gaze from hers, taking a special interest in a loose string protruding from my comforter. "Sasuke." I finally reply. I wince at the look of surprise on my mother's face.

"Well, he is good looking." She eventually says.

My face burns red hot as my frown deeps. Yep, the bastard was definitely handsome. Smiling in amusement at my embarrassed expression, she sits up and focuses her gaze on my closet.

"Well, seeing as how Kyuu is taking a shower and you are fashionably challenged, how about I help you pick an outfit?"


So far today had been the epitome of shit. I regret ever leaving the normality of my bedroom this morning. The first thing I saw after doing so was a mostly nude Kyuubi, lounging cross-legged on the couch in the living room wearing nothing more than a red towel around his hips.

I could see every bruise, bite mark, and hickie my brother had inflicted on the filthy red-headed cad. Kyuubi had the nerve to look up at me inquisitively. His cherry wood eyes gazed at me in a way that asked, "Well? What do you want?"

I spied him smirking behind the porcelain mug he held before his lips.

Pinching the bridge of my nose I say, "This is happening way too much."

"I guessing you don't appreciate my state of undress, Sasuke dear." His eyes glinted blithely. With a ridiculous pout he continued, "What? Don't you think I'm pretty?"

Setting the mug down on the coffee table he ran his fingers through his tangled maroon locks and leaned back.

"Tell you what, do me a favor and you won't see me like this anymore."

I squint my eyes at him, suspicious. "What would this favor be?"

He smiles pleasantly. "When you take my brother out tonight, spoil him. By him all the cotton he wants, go on every single ride he drags you to, and win him two rabbits."

"Why two rabbits?" I scowl.

Kyuubi stands and makes his way over to me. Patting my cheek lightly he says, "Because I said so."

"And if I refuse?" I retort, stepping back to create some space between us.

With a lop-sided grin he shrugs, "Well then this will happen an awful lot."

With that said, Kyuubi then proceeds to rip the towel from his body. The damp item falls to the floor with a faint thud and I can't help but freeze in shock.

Kyuubi snickers and turns around to make his way down the hall, completely nude.

"I'll be asking Naruto about tonight. I better hear good things, little Uchiha. Or else."

So now, I sit in my car waiting for the blonde nuisance known as Naruto Uzumaki to exit his home. I've been waiting for ten minutes and am growing impatient.

Finally, I see a familiar combination of orange cotton and tousled yellow locks. Kyuubi is pushing a flushed Naruto out the front door. Naruto's white teeth are gritted in discomfort and he struggled against his older brother.

Idiot. What's he so nervous about?

Admittedly he looks good. He is wearing an minty green graphic T-shirt with the image a candy skull on the front. He is also wearing an indigo hooded jacket over the shirt with acid wash denim jeans.

Upon opening the passenger side door he smiles sheepishly and waves at me. Quirking an brow him, I shake my head and start up my car.

"Ready, Knucklehead?"

Naruto frowns and gives me an look that says, "Just drive."

I smirk and comply, backing out of his driveway and heading towards downtown with the fair is being held.

Upon arriving to the fair, I learn that Naruto not only has a bottomless pit for stomach, but is also a fanatic for fast rides and heights. However, it seems that he is terribly afraid of ghosts.

"What is it? You've been bouncing off the walls all night. The hell are you acting so timid about?"

Naruto only buries his face into my side, shaking his head furiously like a child. Quirking a brow, I turn my gaze back to the haunted house sign.

"Psh. Scaredy cat."

I smirk as I feel Naruto's previously shaking form stiffen. He grabs the sleeve of my jacket and pulls me along as he runs like a bull seeing red into the haunted house.

We blaze through the haunted halls of the cheesy, poorly made "haunted house", Naruto's clammy hand gripping mine tightly. As we make it to the end he stumbles and crouches to the ground, tan fingers gripping gold spun tangles.

"Naruto?"

Slowly, like a child in a thunderstorm, he looks up at me with large watery orbs. Exhaling, I feel my shoulders slump at the sight.

"Come on, idiot, let's get you a soda."

As he stands I place a hand on his back, leading the way to the food stands. He takes a seat on a dirty, food wrapper littered bench that was once white but has now turned a murky tan color.

"I'll just be a second. Don't wonder off. I'll leave you here if you do."

He sticks his tongue out at me and for a moment I contemplate biting it off. I decide against it though, who knows when the last he brushed his teeth was. Too long, probably.

When I return, eight minutes later, I discover two men standing before Naruto. Looming actually. Looming fits the picture a lot better.

They flash their teeth at him with pitiful excuses for smiles. They look more like sneers to me. Like two wolves snapping their teeth at cornered prey. Naruto doesn't behave like prey, though. He sits erect, his vibrant blue orbs glaring up at them. His pink lips pulled into a tight grimace.

"C'mon Naruto, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

"You used to be such a loudmouth. Out of clever things to say?"

I roughly push the one closest to me aside with my shoulder, forcing him to collide into his friend.

"Get lost." I say, shielding Naruto from them with my body as I bend down to hand him his drink.

They linger. "Get lost!" I say, louder this time. Grumbling, they finally walk away.

What the fuck is wrong with people? What's so funny about Naruto losing his voice?

Naruto looks up at me with such obvious relief and sadness. I feel like I am being sucked in. As if his eyes are pulling me into his mind. As if suddenly I know exactly what it is that he is thinking.

He feels caged in. Angry. Remorseful.

When I finally break away from my thoughts, I realize that our noses are now touching and Naruto's face is flushed a dark red.

Briefly flickering my gaze to his lips, I pull him up with me so that his face is pressed into my chest. He peers up at me in confusion, his cheeks still visibly hot.

"C'mon, knucklehead. I'm going to win you some rabbits." I say as I briefly ruffle his hair.

When he flashes me the most brilliant smile I have ever seen, I find myself making another decision.

"After that, we're getting out here and I'm going introduce you to a friend of mine."

At the sight of his curious expression, I smirk. "His name is Goldschläger."