AN: I'm not dead, honest. I just feel like I am.
AN2: (Edit) Due to the FF smackdown, I've edited all lemony chapters to be less detailed so if they seem kinda disjointed, that's why. If you want the original versions, they're posted on Ygal.
Disclaimer: Not mine, K. Masashi's babies. We just want them, is all.
Sasuke smirked when he returned home, closing the door behind himself and finding satisfaction in the thought of having tortured Naruto even just a little today. He knew the blond was now going to be tossing and turning all night, and would possibly even jack off in the shower or something later, but that thought pleased him. Served the moron right for ditching him all day, and leaving him with Itachi. That was almost akin to unforgivable.
Speak of the devil, Sasuke thought when his brother came down the stairs reading the newspaper. He looked up when he noticed his brother, and paused.
"Everything all right?"
Cocking an eyebrow, Sasuke snorted. "Why wouldn't it be?"
He started moving past his brother, heading up the stairs, but stopped to look at the other when Itachi called after him.
"Naruto didn't say anything?"
"Say anything about what?" He frowned.
Itachi just stared at him, then turned and headed for the kitchen. Sasuke frowned after him, then scoffed and continued up the stairs. His brother was so fucking weird sometimes. Still, obviously the older man knew something Sasuke didn't. He hated that, but he knew his brother was expecting him to ask what he meant, which was precisely why he didn't. He was just going to go to his room, play some video games for a little bit, go to dinner with his family like he was supposed to, go to the movie, come home, and go to bed. And all the while, he was going to think of poor Naruto squirming on his side of the street.
Entering his room, he moved to his window straight away, looking out of it and smirking when he found Naruto in his room hitting his punching bag. While he wasn't hitting it any less ferociously than usual, he definitely seemed distracted. Every time he stopped, he rubbed at his eyes with the backs of his hands, and then shifted his weight in a manner Sasuke recognized as trying to shift his cock around in his pants without actually grabbing it.
Smirking devilishly and deciding to punish Naruto for his own display a few days prior, Sasuke stretched and moved into his bathroom. He wanted to shower regardless, due to the day he'd had out in public with millions of disgusting, unclean people, but this was just going to add insult to injury for the blond.
If he wanted to do this, though, he'd have to be quick, because at any moment, Naruto could stop and take his own shower. And then the whole point of this would be lost.
Stripping down quickly and tossing his things in the corner of his bathroom, Sasuke turned the shower on to as hot as he could handle it and jumped in. His tense muscles immediately relaxed and he rolled his shoulders, enjoying the feel of heat beating down against his flesh. He quickly soaped himself up, then grabbed the shampoo and lathered it into his hair. Once he felt he was decently clean, he rinsed off quickly, and turned the water off.
Stepping out of the shower was probably the hardest thing he'd done in a while, especially when the cold air slammed into him like a ton of bricks. Grabbing his towel, he almost forfeited his entire plan, if only so he could keep his toes. He might need those one day. But, he wanted Naruto to suffer, so he dried himself off as much as possible so he was as dry as could be—the cold really wasn't doing his wet body any favours—and then let his towel drop. Smirking deviously, he stepped out of the bathroom, glancing out his window from the corner of his eye, and stretched.
The blond was still there working out, but to Sasuke's knowledge, he hadn't once looked over at him. That wasn't normal, but then again, he seemed to be focussing on not thinking about Sasuke. Which was precisely why he was putting on this little show. Naruto couldn't avoid looking up forever.
And just as expected, though it was close to ten minutes later, Naruto finally looked over, and his mouth dropped. A little bit more visual than Sasuke had been anticipating, but pleasing all the same. He just smirked while walking around his room buck naked, pretending not to even have noticed he had an audience. He did, however, see Naruto run into his bathroom much faster than ever before.
That just set Sasuke off. He knew he was being an asshole, at this point, but he couldn't help it. If Naruto was going to torture him on a regular basis, well, Sasuke learned by experience. And he'd had enough of Naruto's teasing to know how to give back just as well.
Besides, dumbass deserved it. Now tomorrow was going to be even more interesting.
While Sasuke wanted to say spending the evening with his family had been torture, he'd actually rather enjoyed himself. Their dinner had been fun, which was a weird word to associate with his family, and the movie had been really good. Overall, it had been a successful evening. So successful, he'd actually gone home and gone to bed without remembering what the following day would bring him.
December nineteenth, only six days away from Christmas. Exactly nine days since having met Naruto. And already the retard was an important part of his life. And cunning. As much as he hated admitting that, the fucking dumbass was cunning.
Inhaling deeply and letting out a small noise akin to a sigh, Sasuke rolled onto his side in bed and nuzzled against his pillow, struggling to remain asleep so he could stay immersed in his amazing dream. As usual though, something was compelling him to awaken, and though he didn't know what it was, he fought valiantly against it until it finally won out.
Frowning while his brain clawed itself to consciousness, he realized someone was sucking on his neck, and the second it sunk in, his eyes snapped open and he jerked up onto his elbows, bleary eyes trying to focus on who was in his room.
"You really thought I was going to let you do that to me without finding a way to pay you back?"
"Naruto?" The raven turned his head to glance at the time. "It's nine in the morning."
"I know. I'm brilliant that way."
"What?" Sasuke was horrendously confused.
"You said you wanted our parents out of the house, and they're gone. They went golfing at this special place my dad knows about. Indoors, just as big as a normal golf course, but not snowed over." The blond was grinning like a fool. "It's an overnight kind of game, on account of it being so far."
Sasuke sat up completely, now, rolling over so he was sitting instead of putting all his weight on his arms. A slow smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. "You're joking."
"I don't joke," the blond replied, so seriously that if Sasuke didn't know him better, he'd have believed him.
"You got our parents out of the house for two whole days?"
"Well, more like one and a half, but I figure why waste time letting you sleep?" He grinned devilishly. "There's only one rule while they're gone, and it came from Itachi. He doesn't want us here."
"I can live with that." Sasuke smirked and threw the covers off himself. "Might as well get the day started, right?"
"My thoughts exactly."
Snorting at the way Naruto's eyes rove down his body, Sasuke stood and moved to find himself some clothes, yanking on a pair of jeans and a shirt he didn't mind getting ruined. Since Naruto had destroyed the last shirt he'd had during their little roleplaying game, he wasn't going to make the mistake of wearing a nice one.
Grabbing his backpack, he started throwing a few things into it, moving into the bathroom to brush his teeth and re-inflate his hair before tossing everything from there into his bag, as well. Then, he relieved himself, very much aware of Naruto standing in the doorway.
"Going on vacation?" the blond teased.
"Something like that," the other replied with a smirk, washing his hands, then throwing his bag over his shoulder. "And it's your turn to cook."
"Way ahead of you, princess."
Sasuke wanted to be annoyed at the nickname, but he couldn't. Truth be told, he was pretty nervous about his own plans for the day. Excited, absolutely. Confident, definitely. Nervous, fuck yes.
They made it to the stairs, Naruto calling good morning to Itachi, even though the other's door was closed. They'd just made it to the base of the stairs when the blond's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and Sasuke saw him wince before he shook his head. Blue eyes flittered up to lock with Sasuke's before lowering, the blond pressing his lips together.
"I gotta take this. If I don't..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Just one second, I'm sorry."
He walked backwards slightly, phone in hand, and then turned around and disappeared into the living room, flipping the phone open.
"Dude, I can't talk right now. I'm busy. I'm gonna be busy until tomorrow night."
Sasuke scowled slightly, wondering who he was talking to, even though he already knew. That fucking brunet. He was going to drive himself insane trying to find out who he was.
"I know, I—fuck, I know, all right? I'll make it up to you. I will. Dude—please, not right now. Now's not a good time." Another pause. "Yeah, I am. And yeah, he fucking matters, okay? I'll admit it, he matters. So just fuck off for two days and I'll call you tomorrow."
Sasuke heard him hang up, and while he was annoyed by most of the conversation, he had to admit, the ending to it had rather pleased him. Whoever was on the other end obviously was a friend—the fucking brunet Sasuke wanted to murder, but digression aside—but he'd been told off for interrupting Naruto's time with Sasuke. And that made him feel really good.
"Everything okay?" he asked both casually and suspiciously when the blond exited the living room.
"Yup." Naruto grinned broadly and motioned the front door. "Shall we?"
It had snowed during the night again, and Sasuke could see where both cars had left their garages, as well as two sets of prints coming up to Sasuke's house, and one set walking away.
"Your mom and mine drove up together, same with our dads," Naruto replied when he noticed Sasuke looking.
"How did you get in, anyway?" The thought hadn't occurred to Sasuke until now, but he knew for a fact Itachi wouldn't have let him in, too worried about what they would do while alone in Sasuke's room.
"How do you think? I used the window." He grinned, pushing open his front door. "You really need to start locking it."
"And miss out on having an awesome wake up call like I did this morning?" Sasuke smirked. "Not a chance."
Laughing, Naruto closed the door behind them and jumped up and down slightly to warm himself up. Neither of them had been wearing coats—it seemed a little ridiculous considering they were crossing the street—and the chill air from outside was still seeping into their bones, despite the heating being relatively high in Naruto's house.
"So, breakfast, princess?"
"If you insist, dumbass."
"I do," the blond grinned. "You're in for a treat. And I can say that cause my dad made the batter."
Walking into the kitchen, Naruto pulled a bowl out of the fridge and set it on the counter. He then grabbed some oil and a pan, placing the latter on the stove and pouring a bit of the former into it before replacing it in the cupboard.
Sasuke smiled slightly, leaning back against the counter and watching Naruto work. Though the blond had said he wasn't as good of a cook as his dad, Sasuke didn't want to assume he was going to mess up, so he decided to wait and see how the first few came out before taking over. It would be kind of funny if Naruto knew how to shovel a walk when Sasuke didn't, yet Sasuke knew how to cook and Naruto didn't.
Alas, he wasn't needed in the kitchen, as was made obvious by the two perfectly round, and golden brown pancakes that made their way from pan to plate. One was pushed towards Sasuke, a fork and some genuine Canadian maple syrup within reach.
"Bon appétit." He smiled and poured more batter into the pan before moving to the cupboard to grab some peanut butter.
Sasuke had just finished his first bite of heaven when he saw Naruto destroying his own hard work. He swallowed forcefully and practically sputtered, but managed to reign himself in—Uchihas didn't sputter.
Pointing his fork accusingly at Naruto's plate, he demanded, "What are you doing?"
"Putting peanut butter on my pancake," was the easy reply, the blond continuing what he was doing, and then topping off the insult by pouring maple syrup overtop. [1]
"That's disgusting! And criminal!"
"Hey, don't diss it until you try it!" Naruto insisted. "Like me and the rice, remember? I tried the fried rice, you have to try this." He cut a piece off and held his fork out to Sasuke, hand under the dripping pancake so none of the syrup hit the counter or floor.
"I'm not eating that," Sasuke informed him, unconsciously turning his nose up at it. "I'm not."
"Just try it," Naruto insisted.
"No."
"Come on!"
"No!"
"I'll agree to anything you decide during our roleplay."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the other.
"Anything," the blond stressed.
Frowning slightly, and still suspicious, Sasuke sighed and leaned forward, letting his lips wrap around the pancake and pulling it off the other's fork, chewing it slowly. He watched Naruto smile slightly and lick the fork right after, as if savouring the taste of both the syrup and Sasuke left behind on it before digging in to his pancake again.
Sasuke had to admit, it wasn't bad. It wasn't good, either, but it wasn't bad. He'd been expecting the most disgusting thing in the world, but honestly, it was pretty okay.
"It's all right," he insisted grudgingly.
"It's kind of an acquired taste. My best friend always did it and made me try one day, and I haven't had pancakes without PB since."
Sasuke took another bite of his food, watching Naruto while the other spoke. He didn't seem as scared as he used to whilst talking about his friend. It confused him, and made him more suspicious.
"Is that who was on the phone?"
"Yeah. His mom's a little crazy so he gets desperate for an escape." He smiled slightly, turning to look at Sasuke. "He is not a fan of you for stealing me away." He laughed.
Sasuke scowled at that, annoyed. It wasn't his fault that Naruto liked spending time with him. And really, his friend could come by while he was there, couldn't he? Was he some secret mob boss' bastard child or something? He could fucking hang out with them together.
"Sorry I'm ruining your holiday," he bit out before he could stop himself.
Naruto snorted. "Don't start, bastard. You're not, and you know it. He's not even here, and it's not like I'm a chick who can spend hours on the phone with him. He's got games, he can entertain himself." The blond flipped the pancake on the stove, and Sasuke felt a little better by his words.
"Besides," Naruto turned to grin at him, "I'm much, much too busy with our games to indulge him in his."
Sasuke smirked, his mind working on what he had planned for later.
Once breakfast was done, Sasuke knew Naruto was trying to punish him for his little stunt the night before, but the irony of it was that it was clearly torturing Naruto more than it was him. They'd sat down to watch a movie, and the blond fidgeted virtually the entire time. It was like the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders when the credits finally rolled, the other stretching and standing before turning to grin at Sasuke.
"So, you had an idea, didn't you?"
"I did," the raven affirmed. "I didn't really have much of a basis behind it, but I was thinking that we're best friends, and one of us is openly gay and secretly crushing on the other. The other is kind of closet gay and thinks he might like the other, and only a night of drunkenness will ever tell."
He knew it was ballsy. He knew it was him pretty much asking Naruto for them to have sex while not actually asking him. But they'd been dancing around each other long enough. He wanted it. God knew Naruto wanted it. If neither of them just said it, they were never going to get there.
He waited half a beat for Naruto's answer, then the blond smiled slightly and shook his head. "You're serious about this? Cause we both know this is gonna start sexually and end sexually, and I'm not gonna let you have a change of heart halfway through."
Sasuke snorted, insulted. "I won't. However, I'd rather be the openly gay best friend who's sleeping peacefully in their shared apartment when you walk in completely trashed and confess your undying love for me." He smirked.
Naruto barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, you would. First things first, though."
The raven frowned when he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He watched the other turn it off, and set it on the kitchen counter. Taking the hint, Sasuke pulled his own out and texted Naruto's landline number to Itachi—in case of an emergency—then turned his phone off as well, setting it down beside Naruto's.
"All right, then." The blond grinned and motioned the stairs. "After you. Go ahead and get comfortable in my bed. I'll be up in a minute."
Smirking, Sasuke picked up his bag and headed for the stairs, then paused and turned to Naruto. "You have lube, right?"
"I'm a guy, of course I have lube."
"Just checking," Sasuke insisted with a smirk. "Never know with you."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Shaking his head, the Uchiha made his way upstairs and into Naruto's room. Closing the door behind himself, he looked around for a few seconds, and then decided to make this more realistic. Moving across the room, he drew all the curtains, trying to darken the area up a little bit, and then moved back to his bag in the corner of the room. Pulling off his jeans and shirt, he yanked on a pair of sweat pants, wanting there to be the least between them as possible, and then moved to the blond's bed.
Pulling back the covers, he got comfortable beneath them, rolling onto his stomach, and resting his head against the other's pillow. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent coming off the pillow. A scent that was purely Naruto. It was such a nice thing to inhale that he actually started relaxing to the point where he was dozing off slightly. It was still fairly early, and he hadn't slept as much as he would have liked, so he wasn't all that surprised.
The door slamming open and hitting the opposite wall, however, now that surprised him. He jerked up, his brain slow to process what was going on due to his half-asleep state, but remembering enough to know not to be alarmed. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Naruto leaning heavily against the doorframe, his head down and bangs covering his eyes. He held an almost-empty bottle of Vodka in one hand, and Sasuke could only hope the moron hadn't been getting himself drunk for real.
"Naruto?" he asked, somewhat confused. He was both playing the part, and inquiring whether or not he'd had anything to drink. A little bit was fine, but if he was actually drunk... not cool.
A dark chuckle rumbled up the other's throat, and Sasuke felt all the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Seriously, why wasn't Naruto an actor? He was fucking awesome—and terrifying.
"Naruto, what are you doing in here?"
"It's your fault, you know," he slurred out. It was half-forced, that much Sasuke could tell, which meant he hadn't been drinking. That was all he cared about.
"What are you talking about?" he snapped. "It's late. And you're drunk. Go to bed."
"It's your fucking fault!"
Sasuke jumped when Naruto hurled the Vodka bottle across the room, the glass shattering against the far wall. He had to stop getting so into their games, because it kind of worried Sasuke. They'd have to make sure to clean that up thoroughly or someone was going to cut themselves.
Seriously, what had Naruto been thinking?
"Jesus Christ, retard!" Sasuke shouted angrily, both acting and for real. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Shut up!" Naruto shouted back, stumbling towards the bed. He practically fell onto it, crawling up over Sasuke's body, breathing hard. His eyes were filled with rage, and only a small smile of reassurance when Sasuke looked visibly uncomfortable calmed him down slightly. Naruto was acting. As long as he was just acting, it was okay.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" The blond ran the tip of his nose up along the side of Sasuke's face. "I was straight, you know. As an arrow."
"Naruto?" Sasuke asked, shifting back slightly on the bed, but Naruto grabbed his shoulders and forced him to stay where he was.
"I was straight," he stressed. "And then, my best friend comes out of the closet. But you know, that was fine with me. Because you're my best friend, and you're important to me. What's you fucking guys mean to me? Nothing. But then I came home last month while your newest boytoy was here, and I heard you." His breath shuddered as he exhaled, like pleasure was coursing through his veins at the memory. The fake memory.
"Fuck, I've never wanted anyone so bad after I heard the way you sounded while he was fucking you."
Sasuke was getting excited just listening to the other, and Naruto was rocking his hips.
"What are you saying?" he asked in a low voice, even though he knew he would know what the other was saying were this not a roleplay. But, for the sake of the game, he would let it stretch out a little.
"You know what I'm saying," Naruto growled, leaning up and grabbing the hair at the back of Sasuke's head, wrenching his head back. The Uchiha grunted, breathing hard and looking at Naruto through lowered lids. "You did this to me. I was perfectly happy fucking my girls, and then this happened. You just..."
He didn't finish. He just bent down and clamped his teeth down hard against Sasuke's throat. The raven cried out, arching his hips upwards and grabbing Naruto's shoulders. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good at the same time. Trust Naruto to turn him into a masochist.
He let his hands travel down the other's back, pulling at the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head. Naruto released his neck to allow him to do so, and once the shirt was thrown across the room, he shifted to suck at Sasuke's pulse. The raven groaned, his eyes sliding shut and hands exploring the other's back. He let his lids slide upwards after a few seconds, and then frowned.
Bringing one hand up, he poked it slightly against the blue mark on the other's arm and Naruto pulled away from his neck with a hiss. Sasuke's suspicions of it being a bruise were right.
"What happened to your arm?" he inquired, onyx eyes shifting to regard the blond.
He saw Naruto looking over at the bruise, at first seeming confused, and then understanding. He licked his lips, then looked at Sasuke. Even before he opened his mouth, the Uchiha knew he was lying by the mere look on his face.
"Walked into a door."
"Must have walked into it pretty hard," he replied icily.
"What? It's not like someone punched me repeatedly in the arm or anything." Naruto cleared his throat. "Are we gonna do this?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
Naruto sighed and sat back on his haunches, eying Sasuke. "I walked into a door. Why is that so hard for you to believe? I was confused to see it, and it took me a second to remember why I had it. Come on," he reached forward, running his thumb along the other's bottom lip. "This was going so well, don't ruin it."
"Hn." Sasuke forced himself to just let it go and sat up slightly, grabbing the back of Naruto's neck and yanking him forward, kissing him heatedly while lying back down, and pulling the blond with him.
Naruto responded instantly, plundering his mouth with vigour and letting his hands run down along Sasuke's sides. He dug his nails painfully into the raven's hips, Sasuke grunting into the kiss but arching up into the touches all the same. When Naruto's hands reached the hem of his sweat pants, he groaned and rose his hips, urging the blond to hurry this along.
Pulling away from the kiss, Naruto chuckled into the other's ear, hands playing with the hem of Sasuke's pants. "Impatient, aren't you?"
"You love it," Sasuke growled back, biting harshly at Naruto's earlobe. "Hurry up, or I'll finish without you."
"Only if I let you, princess, which I never would."
Naruto pulled at his pants, and Sasuke kicked them the rest of the way off when the blond took too long, then fumbled with the other's button and fly. When he got them undone, he smirked.
"No boxers?" he asked teasingly, glancing up at the blond. Naruto grinned back.
"Figured there was no point in dirtying a pair of underwear I wouldn't be wearing for long, anyway."
"How resourceful of you." Sasuke smirked.
Naruto leaned back down to kiss him again, shifting his weight and kicking his legs out to get his pants off. The raven took that time to explore the other's torso, running his hands up and down his chest, and outlining the contours of all his muscles. The blond bit down on his bottom lip hard enough for Sasuke to taste blood, and then pulled away with a grin. Sasuke licked at his injured lip and snorted.
"Branding me or something?"
"No, I just figured you'd like to remember how rough I'm going to be."
"Promises, promises."
The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly found himself on his stomach.
"Nn, fuck!" He clenched the sheets in both hands, arching his back.
He couldn't recall ever being this excited before for sex, but Naruto seemed to be good at making him forget his inhibitions. Normally, Sasuke would have ensured that the other didn't have any STDs or anything, but realistically, they'd already given each other blowjobs so if Naruto had AIDS or something, well, Sasuke would die a happy man, he supposed.
"Impatient little fuck, aren't you?" Naruto breathed in his ear. Sasuke grunted again, hands tightening on the sheets.
"No, just wondering how small your dick is if you only need—" He cut off with a shout. "Dumbass."
"You wanted it rough, and insulting me is only going to get your wish granted," Naruto informed him, biting at the shell of his ear and tugging. "I am going to fuck you so hard, we might break my headboard."
Sasuke just snorted. "Promises, promises," he repeated. He'd believe that when it happened.
He hissed and buried his face in the pillows to stop from moaning. He knew Naruto was teasing him, and waiting for him to beg for it, but Sasuke had more pride than that. He knew the blond would cave long before he did.
And of course, he was right.
After what felt like hours, Naruto leaned over Sasuke towards his bedside table. Opening it, Sasuke saw just the tip of a bottle before it was removed from his sight. Didn't take a genius to know it was lube. That or some other form of lubrication.
He felt Naruto pulling at his hips and flipped over so he was lying on his back, Naruto smirking down at him and opening the bottle he had in his hand. Sasuke snorted.
"Cooking oil? You going to fry and eat me?"
"I don't know about the frying, but you are pretty tasty," Naruto grinned.
Snorting and punching Naruto lightly in the arm, he tried to look anywhere than at what the other was doing, if only because he didn't want it to excite him even more. The blond's lubricated hand moved down and Naruto groaned, his eyes sliding shut and his head falling back.
When Sasuke felt he was being ignored, he smacked the other in the side, annoyed, and Naruto looked back down at him with a grin.
"Feeling left out?" he teased.
"Shall I leave you and your hand alone together?" he grunted back, scowling.
"Temper, temper."
Grinning, Naruto put the bottle down on his nightstand and leaned down to kiss Sasuke once more. Sasuke grunted in response, arching up, and tangling his fingers in the other's blond hair. He pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, and sucking lewdly on the other's tongue.
"Do it," he ordered, thrusting his hips upwards. "Do it!"
"So impatient," Naruto chuckled again, then pressed his lips insistently against Sasuke's.
The raven felt the other shift and groaned, but then Naruto stilled. He froze, even his tongue pausing in its tangling for a split second. Growling deep in his throat, Sasuke tried to force Naruto to get on with it, but before he could manage that, the blond shifted against his thigh and rocked his hips.
The Uchiha was furious, and kept trying to break the kiss to demand to know what the fuck the other was playing at, but Naruto grabbed his chin with one hand, and his right hip with the other, and continued to plunder his mouth.
Sasuke finished before Naruto did, and once the blond followed, he finally broke the kiss, burying his face in the raven's neck and breathing hard.
While he was catching his breath, the Uchiha shoved him off him and stormed angrily into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him hard enough for the frame to crack. He didn't care. He just wanted to know why the fuck Naruto was playing these stupid games with him.
And when he was going to fucking stop.
To say that dinner was awkward would have been an understatement. Sasuke hadn't felt like cooking—and really, could he be blamed?—so they'd ordered pizza and sat down to watch a movie. Naruto kept glancing over at him, but Sasuke refused to look back. He was too annoyed, and way too angry.
He knew Naruto was fucking with him. Not fucking him, clearly, but fucking with him. He was the one who instigated all of these stupid games, and made them go so far Sasuke was certain that they were literally going to rip each other's clothes off one day and screw like rabbits, and when the day finally came, Naruto backed out.
He was there! Right fucking there! He'd been all set and then—nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing! Was it too much to ask to just get fucked?
"Why are you so mad?" Naruto finally demanded when the credits began to roll. "You're acting like a girl."
"Fuck you, Uzumaki," Sasuke snapped angrily, turning to glare at him. "I'm sick of all your fucking games."
"What games?" Naruto demanded, turning so he was facing Sasuke. "I fucking chickened out, is that a crime?"
The Uchiha glanced at him, and saw him biting the inside of his cheek. He might not know Naruto very well, but he knew him enough to know that he was lying. He hadn't chickened out. Besides, given the other's usual behaviour when they were alone, having Naruto chicken out during a sexual act was almost laughable.
"You didn't chicken out," he said in a low voice. "Stop lying to me."
"Fine, then at the risk of sounding like a girl, maybe I wanted it to mean something."
Another lie, but at least that was a harder one to spot, which meant it had to be closer to the truth.
"Explain," Sasuke ordered.
"I don't want us to be roleplaying when we fuck for the first time. Sure, we started out and then it became us, but wouldn't you prefer us to just like—go out, get drunk, come home, pass out, wake up, and then have hangover sex or something?"
Sasuke stared at him. "Given our respective states when we're hung over, what makes you think that would be a good idea?"
Naruto laughed slightly, smiling. "Touche, but that was just an example. You know what I mean." He reached out and punched Sasuke in the arm. "Bear with me, all right?"
"What's stopping us from doing it right now, then?"
He saw fear flash through Naruto's eyes, and a part of him honestly had to wonder if the blond was a virgin, and everything he did was just for show, or something. Because why a guy would be afraid of sex, he had no idea.
"Because you're mad," the blond blurted out quickly.
"Angry sex is the best kind of sex."
"Not for me," Naruto insisted. "I'm not an angry person by nature."
Sasuke cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah? Say that to the vodka bottle currently in a million pieces on your bedroom floor."
"Oh." Naruto looked over his shoulder, through the living room door towards the stairs. "Right. I forgot about that."
"You get way too involved in our games. It's actually a little terrifying."
Naruto turned to smirk at him. "Did I scare you, little princess?" He reached out to rub his thumb along Sasuke's bottom lip, and the raven slapped his hand aside irritably.
"Let's just say I never want to get you mad." Sasuke snorted, turning back to the television when the menu screen for their movie popped back up. He watched the background image for a few seconds before sighing and raking his hand through his hair. "So what now?"
"Now," Naruto said with a grin, getting on his hands and knees and shifting closer to Sasuke. The raven shifted away slightly, concerned with the look in the other's eye. "I make up for upsetting you while we put on another movie. Then we'll go to bed and see how much more making up I can do."
Sasuke half-smirked, rolling his eyes and getting comfortable with his back against the side of the couch, Naruto crawling up between his legs.
"You have a lot of making up to do, dumbass."
"Mm, but that's the best part, princess."
"Stop calling me that," Sasuke sighed, annoyed.
Then Naruto bent down to kiss him again, and he almost forgave him for the stupid nickname.
Almost.
The rest of the night—that was going to take more than one kiss to fix.
I'm working on commissions between chapters of this or it'd be going faster QQ But I'll try to be prompt. ish. I don't sleep anymore.
[1]Fuck y'all, that shit's good, all right? SHUT UP RAE, YOU LIKED IT!
