A/N: This one is biiiiiig, people! To make up for the long wait ;)

This chapter is odd. It was very different from what I had initially planned, but hey, it is what it is. The next one will be a chaos of events, so yeah, I wanted to dedicate time to our two boys. They're so kinky. Hehe.

To those of you who don't know Ed Sheeran's song... go watch the video so you can understand what Naruto means when he says the girl on the video stabbed him hard.

Unbetaed.

Just one thing: I have never been in Japan, so what I say here is mostly from pics I've seen and info a friend of mine (who has been there) provided. If I'm doing something wrong, please, do let me know.

Hope you guys like it! Don't forget to let me know what you think! I love talking to you guys ;)


Chapter Six: Part II

Sasuke's POV

Knowing Naruto the way I did, it became obvious to me that he wasn't exactly in the same mood he had been that same morning. He was abnormally quiet, his smile seemed almost forced, and there was an odd twitchiness about him whenever we got too close to each other. When I asked what was wrong, he just brushed me off with a fake laugh, claiming that he was just a bit sleepy, which I didn't buy for a second, and he knew it. Still, I let it go.

He called Kushina-san on our way to the subway, and apparently, my mother was with her, because they practically threw him a party over the phone, which seemed to improve his mood considerably. When Kushina-san started to tell him that he should behave and take care of himself, presenting him (once more, according to him) with a whole list of what not to do while in Tokyo, he promptly handed me his phone so that I could placate her and let her know that I'd take care of him and make sure he didn't get in trouble.

It was kind of funny, the role of guardian she always bestowed upon me, when in truth, even though I was more responsible than Naruto, I usually messed around as carelessly as he did once in a while.

I took the advantage and had a word with my mother, too, to filled her in on how the photo shoot had gone.

Naruto became more talkative after the phone call, but he was still avoiding being close to me, and made no move to hold my hand again, which was weird to say the least, when he was always the more touchy-feely of the two.

I could almost swear I knew what was causing it.

I had planned on taking him to see a few simple but iconic places before starting with the real fun, but then ended up changing my mind and coming to the conclusion that, if I wanted him to forget whatever inner conflict he was having, I had to give him something that would definitely force him to go back to his usual self. He wasn't fond of culture, anyway.

Of course, he knew nothing of Tokyo's public transportations, so I had no problems in keeping our destination a secret from him, even if he did nag me for a while to know where we were going.

When we reached our destination, we actually managed to walk for a while without him having a clue as to where we were until he took a good look around at the busy, crowded and colourful streets. That was when the wheels started spinning in his head – it took a few seconds, though – and he finally let out an ecstatic, very Naruto-like yelp as he jumped once. He turned to me with his bright blue eyes wide, and I actually laughed at his surprised excitement.

"Are you fucking serious?!" he screeched. "Like, we… we're here? Really here?"

"This is Akihabara for you," I confirmed, smiling with a secure nod, shoving my hands inside my pockets. "A whole paradise waiting to satisfy your Otaku hunger. This is probably the only place in the world where you can be as nerdy and creepy as you want."

He actually punched the air while releasing an excited exclamation that might've been some form of incoherent sentence before grabbing my face and kissing me roughly. When he released me, I took a while to come down from the high of his excitement only to realize that he had already ran off to explore. Heaving a sigh, I smirked to myself and calmly followed after him.

We spent the rest of the morning basically visiting everything; whether it was anime/manga related, or just somewhere Naruto could drool all over the high-tech devices, it was a rushed, overly excited couple of hours for us.

Being a normal Japanese teenager, I honestly wasn't very connected to that world. Naruto had grown up surrounded by manga because of his family's business and the fact that Minato was a famous Mangaka, but in my own family, we barely even watched TV, not to mention that we were surrounded by normal books, classical tales and poems, something we all enjoyed immensely. We were kind of nerdy in our own way, I suppose.

Still, I couldn't stop the stupid, constant smile on my face at Naruto's obvious happiness, even though I did try to conceal it most of the times.

The streets were filled with people, many of them tourists, but none of their amazement could compare to Naruto's constant hysteria at seeing some of the cosplayers lurking around. I took so many pictures of him hugging unknown people and inanimate objects that my fingers hurt and the muscles in my arms began quivering from holding my fucking iPhone for so long. If I hadn't known that unintentionally being a social whore was part of him, I would've been pretty pissed off and probably a bit jealous, too but he was way too happy for me to bother with negative feelings.

It came to a point where people started coming to him instead of the other way around, because his energy was that strong. Girls who were working in maid suits, promoting their coffee shops approached him eagerly and invited him in.

I'm sure that, had I allowed it, we would've probably been able to eat for free in more than a couple of places.

However, it was when we came across a large street poster of me that things got a little wild. The poster was one of me promoting an upcoming brand of clothing by a new young stylist, and I had done the photo shoot for it a few months previously.

Even though I liked modelling, I wasn't particularly fond of seeing myself in pictures, least of all when they were huge and hanging off the wall of a tall building to be easily caught by the eye.

Naruto was so fascinated that he demanded me to take pictures of the damned thing with him in it, but finding a good angle was fucking hard as hell. Once I managed to do that, he wanted to take a picture of it with me in it, which proved to be a bad, bad idea, because he kept on throwing teasing remarks at me and speaking in his loud voice, which quickly attracted people's attentions. Of course, passers-by would have to notice that I was the guy from the damned poster, and soon enough, we were assaulted by tourists and people wanting to take pictures with me, most of them probably thinking that I was someone really famous. Some, however – mostly girls our age – knew me from other catalogue works I had done, and others, unavoidably, knew me for being the famous Uchiha Itachi's brother.

I usually managed to walk around Tokyo without being noticed, and I wasn't usually approached by people all that often, but with Naruto being so eccentric about it, and with me looking like I was advertising myself, of course it couldn't be helped.

And he was thrilled, to say the least. It took us almost half an hour to get rid of the curious people around us.

It was weird, because no matter how annoyed I was by what had just happened, Naruto's high spirits effectively stopped my mood from souring.

We were both famished by then, so we decided to look for somewhere relatively calm to eat, and ended up finding a small, typical but cosy restaurant hidden in an alley. There were no tables, so we had to eat at the counter, sitting side by side on high stools, which was fine since we could see the food being prepared in front of us. Faithful to himself, Naruto took the chance to make conversation with the employers there, effectively earning us a few free samples of food before lunch. They didn't ask for our IDs, so we ordered beer.

Naruto was considerably more himself by then, seemingly more up for contact, and we ended up feeding each other and playfully sharing our food, unmindful of whatever it was that people around us might think. I noticed we got a few looks from the customers around us, but that was all there was to it.

In spite of everything, I was having a good time, and knew that he was, too.

"You're hot," Naruto said after his third beer, already having emptied his (probably) hundredth plate of food, one hand over my thigh as he grinned broadly at me, his free hand holding a cigarette with his elbow over the counter. "I mean, seriously, why do you have to be so hot? First the photo shoot, then the fucking poster. And, have I mentioned that you look pretty good today? 'Cause you really do."

"Thanks, I suppose," I replied, smirking a bit before lighting my own cigarette and placing my hand over his after setting down the lighter. "Someone's awfully flirty after a whole morning of being twitchy."

"Yeah, you've just given me the awesomest day ever," he said, blushing ever so slightly.

"Is 'awesomest' even a word?" I joked, chuckling and caressing the back of his hand slowly, causing him to laugh, as well.

"Probably not, but who cares?"

I took a drag in my cigarette, expelling the smoke casually. "Anyway, this was not part of what I had planned for your birthday present at all, so trust me, there's more to come," I assured him, offering him a mysterious lopsided smile.

"Oh, no, I doubt you can possibly come up with something cooler than this," Naruto said, shaking his head from side to side in mirth. "This place is absolute heaven."

"We'll see," I retorted mysteriously.

Our plates were removed, tiny ceramic cups and a bottle of sake replacing them. The middle-aged owner of the restaurant was clearly amused by us for some reason, probably finding it funny to see two brats acting like grown-ups.

I let my cigarette dangle from my lips and took on the task of pouring the beverage into both our cups, Naruto's eyes very intense as they watched my every move attentively. His hand tightened on my thigh, tense, almost as if he was trying to say something but was refraining from doing so.

I quirked one eyebrow up at him, my body tingling gently in an automatic reaction to that stare, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't look at me like that," I said. "What is it? You're making me uncomfortable."

"I don't know," he admitted, heaving a sigh. "I'm just having these weird, conflicting feelings about you right now. I really want to touch you and stuff, but… damn, you're killing me."

"Don't tell me you're horny," I said, voicing my suspicions on his behaviour. Thankfully, the restaurant was packed and noisy with the costumers' chatter and the sounds of food being fried, so it wasn't like it was easy for others to catch up on our conversation.

His face turned beet red. "It's your fault," he accused, with a small pout, and I laughed. "I can't help it after last night's talk. I'm not used to not having things ASAP. I really, really want to do it right with you, but you keep teasing me all the fucking time, and you are very attractive so… it's becoming very hard for me to... you know... be indifferent."

"Who says I'm teasing?" I said in a low voice before inhaling slowly from my cigarette. "Maybe I do want to catch your attention."

I watched his features for a while with narrowed eyes, and he looked away, looking surprised and suddenly shy, promptly flicking the ashes of his own cigarette on the ashtray between us.

"Don't be stupid, I already told you things aren't that simple," he mumbled, swallowing hard, his hand very still on my thigh now as he frowned at the back of one of the cooks behind the counter. "If you were to freak out on me, I would never forgive myself, so I kind of prefer to keep my distance, you know? Holding back is just me preparing myself to wait for you to make a move. If you make the move, I'll know that you're ready for something else."

I almost felt like laughing at him. I mean, I knew where he was coming from; I had never been with a guy in my life, and he was scared that a more intimate experience might scare me away, or overwhelm me, but that's not how I felt at all. Yes, I was aware of the things that two men could do together and yes, it was all theory, but the prospect didn't scare me. I had meant it the previous night when I had said that I fantasized about us. I wasn't a virgin, I did like sex, and all kind of sexual activities, and by all means, after four weeks, I was more than comfortable with his body to feel open – and eager – to try new things with him.

The chemistry we shared was something a bit new to me, I can't deny that. He pulled me in in ways that intimidated me, but at the same time, I knew it was because I felt that way that it would all be fine. I couldn't claim to be completely ready for real sex – I still had to figure out my own perspective on it, about what I might and might not be up for, what I wanted – but the lack of more intimate contact was driving me nuts, too. At seventeen years old, I did have my own needs.

I snorted softly, supporting my cheek in my closed fist and eyeing him thoughtfully.

"You know, I'm getting impatient, too," I said, quietly, but knowing that he would listen. "But I agree that forcing things is not going to help either of us. However, if I tease you, as you pointed out, is because it makes me feel good that you react to me. Knowing that I turn you on turns me on, and this creates a strong sense of chemistry and intimacy between us that I enjoy. It's something that makes me want to get closer to you, and I think I need that. We both need that tension to get to another level."

He pursed his lips together and turned his face to look at me again, seriously. "Yeah, I know we do," he agreed, huffing. "But it's just… I hate myself for feeling frustrated, and I don't want to just get carried away if you're not in the right mood or something like that. I want that intensity to be mutual."

"It is mutual," I affirmed softly, placing my hand over his again and leaning in slightly until my lips were brushing his cheek, feeling him tense at the contact. "But if you keep running away from me, you'll just make me angry instead of horny." I closed my hand around his and smirked at the way his breathing quickened. "It's your birthday, Naruto, and this is the only chance we've gotten so far to be a proper couple out in the open, so don't waste it. Besides, if the way I feel is any indication, I most certainly wouldn't stop you if you wished to molest me."

If his breathing had been quick before, when he felt my hand directing his to my groin, he literally stopped breathing, his sapphire eyes huge as he watched the action, looking simultaneously mesmerized and in panic.

I have to admit that being so suddenly bold made me a little nervous in spite of my apparent confidence. I had never been this aggressive with girls. The actions were taking place under the counter, hidden from curious eyes, but still. I had wanted him to touch me for a while, but that wasn't exactly how I had envisioned it. It was still pretty fucking arousing, especially because we were surrounded by oblivious people.

"Shit, Sasuke, what are you doing?!" Naruto whispered under his breath so as to not be heard, sounding horrified even though his voice was shaking.

I didn't bother to reply, instead kissing his cheek lightly again and taking advantage of the lack of struggle on his part to direct his hand exactly to where I wanted it. My own heart was beating quite frantically by then, but when his shaky palm connected with the rather shameless bulge in my pants, I had to bite my lip not to moan at how good the simple contact felt, and at his poorly disguised hiss.

"Holy shit…" he said in my ear, swallowing hard over and over again, not daring to move his hand on his own accord. "You're hard!"

"No shit, Sherlock," I teased, licking his cheek discreetly.

The magic was broken when we were violently startled by one of the cooks slamming a bowl in front of the customer sitting on Naruto's right side, both of us straightening up at once, Naruto snatching his own hand away to put it between his own legs securely.

A little frustrated by the sudden call to reality, I felt my own cheeks catch fire at how upset my body felt at the absence of contact.

I just had Naruto's hand in my private parts, and I put it there. More than that, it had felt good, and I was fine with it.

I had a strong urge to head back home and just have my wicked way with Naruto there because, seriously, his frustration was frustrating, and my own need was starting to turn into something ridiculous and hard to control.

But we still had stuff to do, and I wasn't going to lose my composure just like that. Whenever he and I did something, it had to be remotely special, and I was sure that, when the moment arrived – the right moment – we would both know.

Hopefully the moment wouldn't last too long to come.

"You're seriously crazy," Naruto said in an almost angry but still conspicuous tone, smashing his cigarette on the ashtray with shaky fingers. "I can't even begin to describe how much that turned me on, and I really, really hate you for that right now, because I had a hard time getting my fucking dick under control throughout the entire morning!"

I cleared my throat, rubbing my face with one hand before chuckling and looking at him. He was frowning at me in an almost childish way, blushing horribly but looking more amazed than actually mad. I put out my cigarette as well and picked up my tiny cup of sake, raising it in front of him, who picked up his own and raised it as well.

"I say we don't make a toast to anything in particular," I suggested, in a calm demeanour that didn't match my internal turmoil. "Whatever happens, happens, right?"

I smiled at him, and for some reason, his features relaxed and he ended up smiling as well. "You're such a damned bastard, getting away with shit so easily," he muttered, in awe. "But even though we've known each other for so long, you can still amaze me."

"I was just trying to get the message across," I explained simply. "Maybe I should've sent an e-mail, instead?"

He laughed. "Nope, I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. You shocked the hell out of me, but that's probably what I like the most about you, so…"

"We may be on the experimental phase, but I'm just trying to let you see that my own mind is not as innocent and hesitant as you seem to think."

"I'm glad to hear that," he replied, nodding once in acknowledgement.

We made our cups clink in a meaningless toast and sipped the sake, all the while never leaving each other's eyes, all sorts of hidden words travelling back and forth between us.

"But my resolve still remains the same," Naruto said, puckering his lips. "I'm still waiting for you to make the big move."

I licked my lips, and the way Naruto licked his own in response did nothing to help diminish the arousal in me.

"Whatever you say, Naruto," I said, grabbing the bottle of sake and refilling our cups. "Let's finish this shit and keep moving. We still have a whole day ahead of us, and we should make the best out of it."

"I can't object to that," Naruto agreed, grinning. "Whatever happens, happens, right? With you, I'm really looking forward to it."

000

We did finish that bottle of sake and ordered yet another glass of beer for each of us before heading out of the restaurant. We weren't exactly drunk, but I knew that I was grinning far too much and that Naruto had become considerably more confident about me, because he put his arms around my shoulders and didn't seem too keen on letting go, no matter how many times I told him that I was feeling too hot to be the target of that much physical contact.

Naruto hadn't really brought a lot of money along, since he hadn't exactly expected to go to a place where he'd want to spend money on useless stuff, so we checked out a few shops that sold second handed stuff. I found a few decent albums from bands I enjoyed, and he found some pretty rare merchandising of famous old manga. I wanted to pay for a few of his stuff since it was his birthday and I had yet to give him something, but he only agreed on it on the condition that I'd let him buy something for me as well, so he ended up getting me this really cool silver necklace with the Ying Yang symbol in black and red, which, according to him, looked absolutely amazing with my outfit. We also got a few souvenirs for his mom and for Kiba. By the time we were done with the shopping, his small shoulder bag was almost bursting with our stuff.

All of a sudden, he was very keen on taking pictures of me with his own mobile phone. It was probably because I was a bit tipsy that I actually posed for him, at his whims, and that fact mixed with the fact that I actually enjoyed having his focus on me for once, allowed me to let go of my inhibitions and make a fool out of myself. Every time Naruto asked me to stand by some anime poster, I would try to impersonate it or do some other thing as joke, and he'd laugh hard and cheer me on.

In an odd way that had nothing to do with my usual self, I did have a lot of fun.

We took a lot of pictures together, too; some normal, others goofier, and a few with us just fooling around, kissing or something similarly inappropriate.

When I look back at us on that day, I see that we were completely immersed in a sea of mutual euphoria.

After growing tired of shopping, pictures and anime, we decided to hit one of the many arcades – which were a lot bigger than the one we had in our hometown – since Naruto was feeling pretty energetic and clearly needing to blow off some steam. We established a budget for the occasion, decided on what we wanted to do, agreeing that whatever games we chose to play, we had to play them together.

We actually spent a couple of hours there, either competing against each other or simply playing side by side, depending on the game. We exchanged a lot of insults and threats in the middle of it, all in the name of good sportsmanship, and it was something I think we needed, because we had always been rivals in many things, trying to outdo the other, and somehow, not doing that as frequently as before was taking its toll on the both of us.

It was weird, really. There was a lot of chemistry going on between us, and that, mixed with our clashing personalities and that situation where we were both trying to adapt to something new in our lives created this constant, inescapable tension that didn't seem to go away no matter what. The bickering was a welcomed relief, almost sexual, only it was something actually more psychological that also helped to quell the physical part of it. Not much, but a bit.

Things like these were overwhelming but incredibly fascinating to me, and the main reason why I was so enticed by the notion of what Naruto and I were, and what we could become.

My expectations for us were very high, and on that particular day, I felt like there was no stopping me from getting what I wanted, and no stopping us from being who we wanted to be with each other.

Once we were both panting and tired enough, we headed for the washrooms to freshen up, both feeling considerably calmer and both in too much of a good mood. We ended up kissing a bit until someone interrupted us and we had to gather our things and leave, feeling a lot calmer and soberer than before.

Outside the sun was beginning to set and I couldn't help but smile. The day wasn't over yet.

"Are you ready for my real birthday present?" I asked him, as we calmly walked the streets of Akihabara, my arm around his shoulders this time.

"Are you serious?" he asked, genuinely surprised that there was still more, his own arm tightening around my waist.

"Oh yeah," I confirmed securely. "We should probably grab something to eat on the way there, though."

He sighed in an almost dreamy fashion and joined his temple with mine. "I don't think my heart can handle anymore."

000

Apparently, Naruto's heart could handle a lot more.

"Fuck, I fucking love you!" Naruto exclaimed, flashing me the brightest, happiest smile I've ever seen anyone wear. For a split second, I was taken aback by the choice of words in spite of knowing he didn't mean it as literally as it sounded. More than that, though, the intense honesty on that smile really filled my stomach with pleasant heat.

There was this hidden, almost suspicious place in the centre of city where the night life was lively, that resembled an old but huge warehouse. It was a modest place, but the high walls, the ceiling and the floor were richly decorated with amazing graffiti art. There was a spacious stage across from the small, metallic entrance door, and on the left, a long bar painted in black could be seen.

It was a place where, every weekend, a selection of the best amateur bands used to play. On that Saturday, there was one particular band performing, and the posters hanging outside had been more than enough clue for Naruto, who had reversed back to his super excited self once more. No, scratch that – he was ecstatic.

I used to go there quite often since Itachi was a personal friend of the owner, which meant that all I had to do was make a phone call and both Naruto and I could get inside for free.

It was eight P.M, and the place was already packed with eccentric looking people – the concert was scheduled to start in about half an hour – intermittent, colourful lights creating a disco like atmosphere even though the music playing was more rock than anything else.

I dragged an absorbed Naruto to the bar, where I introduced him to Kyou, the young, visual kei styled bartender with whom I used to chat whenever I went there. Naruto praised his grassy coloured hair so much that he ended up asking us if we wanted to leave our stuff in the storage room behind the counter. I knew him enough to trust him, so Naruto and I passed our belongings to him, only keeping our wallets and, of course, the cigarettes.

Kyou seemed a bit disgruntled when I introduced Naruto as my boyfriend, looking at me like his heart had been broken. I knew he was bisexual, of course – not that he was very good at hiding it – but I had never really had interest in guys in general, so I had always brushed off whatever innuendos he might throw my way.

Since we had been drinking a bit more at dinner, we decided to share a cool vodka with cola, Naruto insisting that he wanted to have a clear head for the show.

'Love is Dead' from D'Espairs Ray was playing in the speakers, a song both Naruto and I loved. We remained by the counter, sharing our drink, after having also shared a cigarette because that kind of exclusive intimacy seemed right.

"I mean, how did you even know I like 'Pein'?" Naruto was asking, voice loud so I could hear him over the loud music. "They're not even famous!"

"Yet," I said, smirking knowingly. "There was a time when I remembered you humming one of their songs, and you were doing it, like, every fucking day! And you had one of their songs in your ringtone once, too."

"Yeah, but it was a live, crappy cam YouTube quality, so I replaced it," he said, flashing his white teeth at me. "There were people paying to get access, so why didn't we…"

"Naruto, the drummer, Shisui, is my cousin," I explained, rolling my eyes at him at his obliviousness. "He's Itachi's best friend, too, and he used to spend a few holidays at my place. Don't you remember him?"

He blinked at me in horror. "'Pein''s Shisui is that Shisui?!" He inquired, perfectly shocked. "Fucking hell, I would've never have guessed! Really?!"

"Yeah, moron, really."

"That is so awesome!" Naruto claimed, excitedly. "I can't believe that we're actually going to see them live!"

"And if you behave, I might find a way to let you meet the whole band once the show is over." Naruto blinked at me. "I've seen them live way too many times," I admitted with a casual shrug, taking a sip of our drink. "I just thought you might enjoy the experience."

I passed the drink to him, and he took it, drinking from it, and I couldn't help but to notice that he put his mouth exactly where I had put mine.

"You're such a good boyfriend, Sasuke," he said, reaching out to touch the necklace around my neck he had bought for me, and eyeing it almost fondly. "You spoil me too much."

"Don't get used to it, this is just because it's your birthday," I replied, making a face to fake disgust. "And also, to get in your pants, of course."

"Of course," he said, smiling and biting his lip in a way that was almost sensual, but in a purposefully innocent way. "Keep doing stuff like this and you might just get lucky."

At that same moment, all the lights were dimmed and the public started to roar, many of the people surrounding us abandoning the bar to get closer to the stage even though there was already a massive sea of people there.

I didn't really have time to offer a proper reply, because Naruto grabbed my hand and started pulling me along with him as he made his way to the concentrated mob of people in front of the large stage, our drink carelessly left behind. The band was already on stage, and immediately, they started to play. Naruto intertwined his fingers with mine, clutching them more firmly when we immersed ourselves in the crowd.

A little amused, I watched him easily snake through the people to get closer to the stage. I had no idea what kind of expression he was showing then, but guys and girls allowed him access almost automatically, and soon enough we found ourselves on the second row closest to the stage. Instead of trying to move to Naruto's side, I stayed behind him – after all, it was his birthday. Naruto threw an inquisitive look over his shoulder, but I just gave his hand a last squeeze and smiled encouragingly before letting it go. He smiled back and turned his face away from me to sink fully in the experience of his birthday present.

The colourful and intermittent lights created the kind of atmosphere compatible to the energetic rhythm of the song being played. Bodies jumped and danced around us, Naruto joining them excitedly with his hands up in the air as he quickly caught up with the lyrics. My smile remained on my face for a while before I sighed softly and looked up at the stage to see Yahiko the lead singer letting go of his guitar to take the microphone from it holder as the song reached a higher pitch. I loved music, I just wasn't the kind of person who enjoying losing myself in it and going wild or anything like that, so I just stood there, my head moving slightly to the ups and downs of the song.

Konan, the beautiful female guitarist stood on the charismatic Yahiko's left, while the quiet bassist Nagato stood on his right. Shisui was on the drums behind them, as efficient and as energetic as ever.

As typical Japanese politeness dictated, there was no one bumping aggressively against each other, no matter how close we all were or how much fun people around us were having. If someone did accidentally shove me or something of the sort, they would immediately apologize and I'd nod simply.

After that, two more upbeat songs were played, and I knew them all. I lit a cigarette for myself, watching Naruto's back as he danced enthusiastically and screamed the lyrics at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking clumsily, and he didn't seem to notice, or care, which I found highly hilarious. It was weird, but seeing him enjoying himself in such a carefree way made me feel very accomplished. I laughed out loud and he looked over his shoulder to stick his tongue out at me. His innate ability to just let go and be who he was who he wanted to be was something very fascinating to watch.

I was close to him, but not close enough for our bodies to touch. I took a drag in the cigarette, eyes roaming over his bright hair that once in a while would reflect the colours of the lights above. I swallowed hard and tried to focus my attention on the people around me more out of boredom than anything else, catching a few pairs of eyes watching me with evident interest, but promptly ignored them, not really noticing to which gender they belonged to. Then, as I looked around once more, I noticed that there were also eyes watching Naruto, which wasn't surprising since he was so obviously Japanese but had the hair and eye colour of a foreigner. One might say that his attractiveness resided in how unusual he looked, not to mention that his joyful energy was contagious and could be felt from a mile away.

I swallowed hard, looking down at Naruto's ass for some reason, a sense of pride and something else I couldn't quite identify filling my stomach. That was a nice-looking ass. I had the urge to feel it, but refrained from doing so.

My eyes roamed back up and, without really thinking about what I was doing, I brought my cigarette to my lips and took yet another drag as my left free hand reached out to run my fingers through the soft hair in the back of Naruto's head, caressing it slowly. I felt him tense ever so slightly, his body stilling for a few seconds before his head leaned back against my touch, as if relishing in it. Not as effusively as before, he kept on dancing and I smirked, expelling the smoke. After a while, I made to remove my hand but he reached behind him to grab it and place it on his right shoulder, planting a small kiss on my fingers. I rolled my eyes at the gesture, but massaged the shoulder all the same.

The song came to an end. People around us cheered and howled while Naruto whistled fantastically. Nagato was playing an improvised tune on his base while Yahiko offered a few words to the crowd.

Then, the lead singer started the first notes of an all too familiar song in his guitar, and the crowd erupted in noise at first before quieting down a bit. My heart skipped a beat, because no matter how many times I heard those same notes, no matter who sang them, the feelings that assaulted me were all the same. Naruto turned to me, then, his abnormally bright eyes narrowed at me in recognition – he knew that that was my favourite song from Dir en Grey: Glass Skin.

I smirked.

"What can I say, they always play it when they know I'm here," I explained, as I extended my half-smoked cigarette to him and he accepted it, taking a drag without taking his eyes off me. I just stared back. He expelled the smoke slowly, tilting his chin up so that it didn't hit my face before licking his lips contemplatively. He then let the cigarette fall to the ground and crushed it with the sole of his foot before closing the tiny distance separating us and wrapping his arms around my neck.

"This is such a sad song," he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "But it fits you just right, for some reason."

"What, do you think my personality fits the darkness in their lyrics?" I asked in an equal murmur, automatically surrounding his waist with my own arms and pulling him close.

"I don't know," he said, chuckling a bit. "You have a bright soul, but I do like that unconcealed darkness about you."

My heart started beating immensely fast at that.

I felt him kissing the spot just under my ear softly. He buried his nose in the junction between neck and shoulder, feeling him inhale sharply in an inhibited act of need that made my throat run dry as I realized he was sniffing me. Naruto then sighed heavily, hot breath moistening my skin. Hesitation seemed to freeze him for a moment, but he recovered soon, parting his lips to trail wet open-mouthed kisses up my neck.

I swallowed hard again, goose bumps making me shiver. My hands gripped his t-shirt as a few sparks of electricity travelled up my body. I was struck by the strong need to feel him, even though I wasn't sure of how, exactly, I could accomplish that, because I was used to being very rational, very conscious with my previous lovers, but with him, it seemed like my impulsive side was the one to take over, and that unknown territory was both scary and exciting. I knew I wanted to do something, but didn't really know what.

Naruto reached my ear again, his arms tightening to bring us closer together.

He heaved an almost childish sigh that was also very personal, and I couldn't help but smile a bit. I could feel him hardening against my own forming erection, the feeling something very special and very stimulating.

Without really thinking, I turned my face so I could nibble on his jaw, receiving a sensuous lick to my ear lobe in response.

He pulled away only enough for us to be able to look at each other. His eyes scanned my features intensely and then landed on my mouth. He bit his lower lip, hands rubbing my nape teasingly, possessively. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes that made my breath catch in my throat, and I couldn't speak just then, even if I had wanted to. My body officially decided that it was feeling very attracted to Naruto's in that particular moment.

"What?" I asked, lowly, once my brain decided to function again and register that it liked the look Naruto was giving me.

"I don't know," the blond admitted, leaning in until his mouth was brushing mine, not really a kiss, but a feathered like touch. "All I know is that you look really good."

I opened my own mouth a bit in a silent invitation and felt his tongue running over my upper lip first, tentatively, before inviting itself in. I let out a soft moan of encouragement before closing my lips around the tongue and sucking on it before parting them again for a real kiss. I felt his hands tremble almost imperceptivity over the skin on my neck as he intensified the kiss, exploring my mouth languidly, and I let him, my tongue flicking out to meet his and tasting the sweetness that was him and the tingling bitterness of the tobacco smoke. My body seemed to be moving on its own, because I didn't notice that my hands had moved to sneak underneath his t-shirt until I felt the warm firmness of the skin of Naruto's lower back.

He moaned into the kiss as well, the sound distant in my ears, nails scrapping the back of my neck as he pressed himself more against me, making me stumble a bit and collide with the person behind me, but I didn't really care about it, honestly more concerned about the heat coiling inside of me, quickly spreading southwards, and the chills of pleasure running up and down my body.

God, I wanted to touch more of him. So, I did, running my hands up his back and feeling his muscles shift receptively under my fingertips.

The loud sound of clapping and howling alerted me that the song had ended, immediately being followed by another slower, calmer one, played in an acoustic guitar.

Naruto broke the kiss, touching his forehead to mine and swallowing hard. I opened my eyes to see that his were still closed.

"Fucking hell…" he murmured in a sigh. "I love this fucking song…"

I chuckled mysteriously, flicking my tongue playfully over the tip of his nose. "I know."

'Give me Love' from Ed Sheeran was one of the songs that I had heard Naruto hum for the last couple of weeks, so I had courteously asked 'Pein' to perform it, which was good since it was one of Konan's favourites.

Naruto's eyes fluttered opened and he leaned away enough to look at me unblinkingly. There was gratefulness there, awe, too, and also something very deep, very intense.

"I think…" he whispered. "…that the girl in the video of the song is here and has just stabbed me hard."

I blinked confusedly at him, not really knowing what he was talking about since I knew the song but hadn't really watched the video. All I knew was that he was looking at me with such openness, raw desperation and need that my very soul shook with how intensely his own lust affected my own. My hormones were all over the place. The day had been great so far, filled with emotions and revelations, and even though we had spoken about so many things, there were other things that had obviously been left out.

I swallowed hard, finding the simple act of breathing incredibly hard to execute at that moment. I had to do something. No, more than that I wanted, needed desperately to do something to answer to that silent calling in Naruto's eyes, but more importantly – and probably what really mattered to the both of us – I needed to answer to my own calling.

There must have been something on my face, because Naruto's eyes brightened up hopefully all of a sudden, and his lips shook slightly when he spoke. "I don't… we don't really… we can skip this one song if…" That was all I needed to make up my mind, Naruto's words triggering my reaction.

"We're done here, then," I said, my voice steadier and more composed than I felt.

He nodded and I pecked his mouth shortly before letting go of him and grabbing his wrist. Pulling him along, just like he had done not even an hour previously, I quickly guided us through the crowd, anxious to get away from the dancing bodies. Once I successfully managed to do that, my mind began to work fast on where to go next. Making our way back home seemed like a great idea, but it would take too long, and Itachi might already be there. The bathroom seemed like the only option, but somehow the prospect of being in such a dirty, public place wasn't really appealing at all. My eyes caught a glimpse of the bar, where Kyou and a girl I hadn't seen before were very busy serving drinks, and then it clicked.

Resolutely, we walked over to it, and once there, I unceremoniously lifted the wooden board on the right side and kicked open the gate like, waist level thing that generally was supposed to stop people from trespassing. I shoved Naruto inside the bar before following him and arranging everything as it had been.

Kyou looked questioningly at us over his shoulder while he was making some sort of cocktail.

"We're just going to get our stuff," I said easily, still pushing Naruto towards the door behind the register machine, making Kyou frown and shake his head in exasperation, as if reading my mind.

"I'm not cleaning your fucking mess, Uchiha, just so you know," he warned, before focusing on his job once more. His co-worker winked at us, and Naruto opened the door quickly pulling me by the hem of my t-shirt.

I barely had time to close the door behind me when I was brutally slammed against it, Naruto's body pressing itself to mine as his mouth promptly attacked mine hungrily.

I only had half a mind to feel the door behind me to find the doorknob, but once I did, the task of turning the key in order to lock it was almost impossible from the angle of my hand and Naruto's relentless kissing, but I somehow managed to do it, my brain instantaneously turning to mush once I knew we were safe.

It was all a blurry mixture of hurried panting and eagerness from then on. The room was square and very small, completely dark apart from the red and green emergency light over the door, above us. The scarce illumination painted Naruto's skin in a weird, ethereal tone. I didn't really know what we were going to do, what I was going to do, but following that amazing wave of instinct seemed far too good to let it go to waste.

We were kissing sloppily and urgently when I started unbuttoning my vest, Naruto clumsily trying to take his t-shirt off without breaking the contact, which was, obviously, impossible, which made him groan in frustration. I managed a choked chuckle against his lips as I let the vest slide from my arms, falling to the ground at my ankles. I then brought my hands to the hem of his t-shirt and finally pulled it up. He obediently raised his arms to allow the fabric to be removed, but even before I could dispose of it, he was already pulling mine up before we threw both our t-shirts away carelessly and smashed our lips together once more.

My heart was pounding rather violently at that point, but when our naked chests came into contact, bare skin rubbing against bare skin, my mind exploded and my cock became painfully hard in a matter of seconds. My hands roamed down his back, feeling the firm muscles along it until they had moved lower without me noticing, to grab his ass firmly and press him against me, forcing our clothed erections to come into full contact, the feeling causing jolts of ecstasy to run up and down my spine. Naruto moaned, and not without a little bit of surprise, I realized that I really, really, really wanted him.

I'm not sure how I managed to flip us over so that I was pressing him against the door. His hands were all over me, on my shoulders, then feeling my chest, his fingertips brushing against my nipples teasingly before pinching them slightly, his teeth nibbling on my lips in that mess that was our absurd kissing.

Only now that we were thoroughly exploring each other so impulsively did I truly realize that being with a guy was so very different from being with a girl. His scent was stronger, the skin was rougher, his body was harder, and his touch was more aggressive. Still, it felt so unbelievably good, so right, because our frames fit together so perfectly, and I knew that I would never need to hold back or be gentle. Never mind that there were no curves, or breasts, or sweet touches. I didn't miss them. In fact, I wanted it just like that – rough, careless and possessive.

Naruto's hips pressed forward so that he was shamelessly rubbing himself against me, his actions a clear incitation for me to do whatever I wanted, even though, as usual, his own hands were careful not to be too inappropriate.

I shivered from head to toe. There was something amazing to be said of the feeling of another guy's cock pressing up against yours in such a clear display of arousal.

I broke the kiss, feeling the corners of my mouth too wet from all that exchange of saliva. I swallowed hard and promptly pressed my opened mouth to the curve of his neck, his blunt nails digging into my shoulders roughly, the small pain sending all sorts of pleasurable signals through my body.

I was acting on impulse alone, my mouth tracing wet patterns over his skin, making him twitch and gasp. My hands trailed over the sides of his body, and I moved my head lower until I found his right nipple. I stared at the pinkish bud as if I had never seen it before, noticing how tiny it was and how fragile it looked when compared to a girl's. I didn't waste any time in leaning in and kissing it, softly first, then parting my lips to let my tongue flick lightly over it before sucking on it. It was soft and responded almost immediately, hardening after a few licks. Naruto's face was buried in the top of my head when he whimpered, his hands now buried in my hair. My left hand was gripping is ass as my right one ran over the firm muscles of his abs, relishing in how absolutely sexy I found it.

I felt my hair being pulled as Naruto urged me up before we kissed again, his teeth scrapping along my lower lip, arms going around my neck to pull me close, and I felt such a strong, rather overwhelming surge of affection and impeding need for him that I forgot how to think.

I had genuinely never felt so intensely for someone during any kind of physical interaction, and Naruto's own excitement, his positive, eager responses were everything I could've asked for.

There was no doubt in my mind of where I wanted us to go with all that. I turned my palm upwards, pressing it flat against his stomach and dragged it lower until my fingers were invading the hem of his jeans and inside his boxers. It didn't take long for me to feel the head of his cock, my fingertips coming into contact with the sticky, slippery pre-cum oozing from the tip. I had never touched another guy's private parts, but it felt amazing, anxiousness and exhilaration filling me as I moaned into his mouth.

Fuck, I really wanted to touch him.

My other hand worked hurriedly, albeit clumsily in unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers only enough to free his erection from its confines. I kept my mouth glued to Naruto's, feeling him tense, but I wouldn't let him protest, or say anything to stop me. His cock bobbled only slightly, slapping gently against my stomach and marking it with a bit of the clear fluid, but I didn't care, quickly enveloping it with my hand and making Naruto release a guttural, almost wild grunt.

"Holy shit, Sasuke!" He hissed lowly through gritted teeth. "Ah, fuck..."

I was taken aback by the feel of him in my hand. He was of a respectable size, all hard and slightly pulsing, and already so slippery that it made my head spin. It made me feel powerful, in control, and horny like I had never felt in my entire life.

I stroked it a few times experimentally, filled with amazement at how natural it felt and how much I actually enjoyed having Naruto panting and shivering against me.

There was an odd desperation inside my chest, something so new to the point where it was terrifying. I needed to feel him, to have his hands on me, to make this as mutual as possible. Yes, it was his day, and yes, he had told me that I should take the initiative whenever I felt like I was ready, and I was. I just wanted him to stop being so damned hesitant towards me and gave me what we both wanted once and for all.

I broke the kiss and buried my nose in the curve of his neck and lapping at the skin, while stroking him at a faster pace now. He smelled of tobacco, simple cologne, and a bit of sweat. The intense musky scent of his fluids hovered in between us, and I was completely infatuated with how much my body seemed to enjoy all those strong scents.

He smelled so good, and the sound of his voice in pleasure was seriously damaging my brain cells.

"Naruto," I panted in a hurried whisper, pressing my chest to his more so that our upper bodies were glued together. "I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't touch me right now."

I felt him kiss my temple and inhale sharply, his hips bucking a bit to meet my strokes, and I thought him to be really sensual, but in a very manly way that I wasn't accustomed to. He bit on my ear roughly and then licked the shell of it slowly before blowing on it.

"You really are pushing all the right buttons, aren't you? You fucking tease."

I pulled away so that I could look into his bright, lust filled eyes, our breaths mingling between us. I barely remembered to blink, so enticed by him as I was, scanning his feature in the semi darkness. The way he was looking at me took my breath away. It was a look that said 'I want nothing more than to fuck you raw, right this instant', and even though I hadn't wrapped my mind around actual sex and bottoming or topping, just knowing that he felt so strongly for me just then almost made me come in my pants.

Knowing that touching him wasn't helping in getting him to move faster, I released his cock and without really thinking about it brought my index and middle fingers to my mouth to taste his fluid, my eyes never leaving his. His mouth was slightly opened, his breathing raged as I licked the transparent fluid, smirking when I noticed that, even though it tasted salty, the texture was pleasing in my tongue.

"Who's teasing?" I whispered back sensuously.

All I could process after that, was Naruto growling, and then he was all over me like a demon unleashed. There were hands all over my body, quickly, intensely, nails scratching my back viciously, causing me to yelp as a wave of pleasure and pain coursed through me. I had no idea that being rough could have that kind of meaning, but I liked it, even if my skin ached and tingled with the burning feeling. There was his saliva everywhere on me, but it felt good to be attacked like that. Next thing I knew, he was grabbing my ass possessively, teeth all over my chest, offering hard bites wherever they could, then biting down on one nipple, forcing it to harden, then doing the same on the other. Then, there was his open mouth sucking on my abs harshly in a way that I was sure would leave a mark, and all the while he kept going lower and lower until his knees hit the ground.

"You better not regret this," I heard him say in a ferocious gasp.

I was a panting mess of need by then, my legs shaking so badly I had to put both hands on the door in front of me to make sure I wouldn't collapse.

When his hand worked expertly on unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants, a conscious part of me knew what was coming. My brain was oddly okay with it, and my body… well, it's not worth mentioning. I felt anxious, eager even, but expectant all the same.

My pants were pulled down slightly, but I my boxers were still covering my erection. Naruto was attractive, good-looking but by looking at him, considering the way he sometimes looked so silly and goofy, no one would ever say that he was so straightforward in these sorts of things – and that was one of the many things about him that I liked, especially because certain sides of him were exclusive to me. I didn't expect him to go shy on me at that particular moment, and he didn't disappoint.

His fingers from both hands invaded the hem of my boxers as he mouthed my erection through the clothing, kissing along the lines of my cock for a while. I couldn't help a stupid kind of shaky laughter at that, mostly because I was feeling pretty thrilled and horrified at myself for it. He finally pulled both my pants and boxers all the way down to my knees, and wasted no time in getting to work. I felt his tongue trailing the path of my cock slowly, licking the skin from the base to the head before sucking slightly on the soft foreskin.

Only then I took notice of how wet I was.

My body shook in anticipation. When he lapped carefully at the peaking head, tasting the pre-cum coming from the tiny slit, an undignified moan escaped me, my right hand burying itself in his hair, urging him on, but he moved away slightly. His fingers wrapped around me and he stroked me as his mouth trailed kisses all over my thighs before finally taking me into his mouth.

I wasn't new to the whole blow job thing, but I certainly was new to the assertive, confident way the action was being performed on me.

There was no hesitance in Naruto; he knew what he was doing, sucking ever so slightly as his mouth adapted to my cock and slid over it easily, his tongue applying just the right amount of pressure, his hand at the base of it, teasing just the right spots. It felt more amazing that I had ever imaged.

"Ahhh, fuck," I hissed, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. "Fuck, yeah…"

The view was something to behold, something I had never contemplated before. Naruto lacked the typical shyness of girls, and his confidence was incredibly sexy, not to mention that, for once, he knew it was the right time to keep his mouth shut and busy with other more interesting activities.

His free hand was roaming possessively up and down my chest, palm flat and fingers spread wide, his touch seeming to burn over my skin.

Of course, no one could be completely composed during any kind of sexual activities, but the light headed feeling I was having, that dizziness provided by lust was just something I wasn't used to.

His tongue was making circular movements around my cock, and I'm really not sure how I managed to kiss his knuckles eagerly before opening my mouth to accept his fingers inside and sucking hard on them, the saltiness causing shivers to run down my spine as Naruto moaned in a very indecent way around me.

His fingers left my mouth, not without a groaning complaint from me, to move down and grab for one of my ass cheeks, squeezing it just right before sinking his nails in the flesh, the roughness of it sending all sorts of not too decent signals to my brain.

A whole day of holding back and being subjected to the hormonal intensity of that strong tension between us had the expected results on my over sensitized body. It was little over a month since the last time I had been that intimate with someone – namely Sakura – but how I felt at that time seemed savourless compared to the electricity shared between Naruto and I just then.

My muscles were beginning to tense, my heart running wild as a familiar tingling feeling washed over me with the warnings of an imminent orgasm.

I didn't trust my voice, so I tugged harshly at Naruto's hair to let him know that I was close. I have no idea if he got the message or not, because he pulled away, my cock sliding out of his mouth with a wet suckling sound and he started to pump it at a fast and secure rhythm this time. His eyes rolled up to look at me, but I closed mine, inhaling deeply. He was offering small, teasing licks to the tip of my cock once in a while, and it didn't take long for me to lose myself, because before I could even think about what was happening to me, all that pent-up need and accumulated pleasure was erupting out of me and I came, teeth sinking in my lower lip to stop myself from voicing my ecstasy out loud, my chin joining my chest and my hips instinctively thrusting against Naruto's palm for added friction.

Once it was over, the world was still spinning out of control and every fibre of my being was shaking from the sheer powerfulness of it.

I blinked my blurry eyes open to look down, only to see that there was a considerable amount of cum on Naruto's face, adorning his cheeks and actually dribbling down his jaw and dripping slimily to his chest. He was panting, still holding my cock in his hand, looking taken aback but not exactly disgusted. I could see his own, still firmly hard cock peeking from between his legs.

I stopped breathing, my eyes becoming huge.

There was still a lot of adrenaline running through my veins. I was desperately clinging to it by the time I pulled at his hair, forcing him to stand so we could be face to face once again.

His mouth was partially opened, a bit of cum resting on the corner of it, and I stared at it with unavoidable fascination before letting my eyes roam up to meet his own questioning, desperate ones. There was fear there, hope, and so much desire that it made my chest swell with all sorts of unknown emotions.

By the time I slammed my mouth against his, I wasn't really thinking yet. He tasted differently than usual, and unavoidably, the cum ended up getting mixed up in that violent fight our tongues seemed to have engaged in. It was amazing in a distorted kind of way.

I wanted him to cum, too, and I wanted it badly.

Moving on instinct along, I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around roughly so that he was facing the door, his hands slamming loudly against it as he braced himself. I pressed my chest to his back, my still half hard cock meeting the crack between his ass cheeks, my left hand running possessively through his chest, unintentionally (or not) smearing the cum all over it, my right one going down to wrap around his cock.

The position wasn't premeditated, my rational mind having somehow come to the conclusion that that angle was probably the safest to jerk him off from, and more familiar for me.

If he was even just a bit excited as I had been (and still was), he was probably close, so I started stroking him quickly, a bit awkwardly because, even though the angle was familiar, I wasn't aware of how he liked it, how he was feeling. It was all guessing and primal instinct, my thumb brushing over the leaking slit of the head occasionally.

I was aware that I was gasping in his ear from the sheer exhilaration that I felt from doing something so new. A part of me wondered if my quick breathing turned him on.

He was moaning lowly, panting and twitching slightly. Once in a while he'd try to call out my name but never managed to fully pronounce it.

I trailed kisses all over his shoulder blades, licking at the saltiness in his skin, my fingers pinching and rubbing one of his nipples.

It didn't take long, really. Little over a minute had passed, I assumed, and already I felt his cock swelling strongly in my hand before starting to pulse intensely. I sunk my teeth on his shoulder, Naruto letting out an almost agonized whimper before ejaculating, cum dirtying my hand and probably hitting the door and the floor as I pumped him erratically to the very end.

Once it was over, we were both very still. Naruto's forehead was resting on the surface of the door. We were shaking a bit as the noisy sound of our quick breathings filled the small place over the muffled noise of music coming from the outside.

I rested my cheek in the back of his neck with my eyes closed for a while, trying to clear my head and pull myself together, Naruto's cock slowly softening in my hand.

When I managed to come down from that blissful high, I was feeling really good, and more than satiated.

I opened my eyes lazily and looked around, noticing the tall metallic shelves beside us filled with all sorts of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, fruits and – oh, how convenient – napkins. I released Naruto carefully and reached out for the still closed pack with my cleanest hand. The pack was difficult to open when the other hand was smeared in cum, but I somehow managed to do it and pull out a few paper napkins. I cleaned my hands first, just as Naruto was turning around to lean against the door. His blue eyes seemed to have an electric tone to them as they looked at me in a daze. I felt myself blushing stupidly because of it.

I took out a few more napkins, gave him a few, and promptly moved closer again to start cleaning the cum in his face with gentle gestures. He lazily wiped his hands clean, his eyes never leaving mine. We remained in comfortable, peaceful silence for a few seconds before he broke it with an amused chuckle.

"We did it," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe we actually took it this far."

I offered him a small smile, running the napkin over his jaw and neck as he cleaned his torso. "You should believe it, because I'm definitely not going through the awkward part again," I joked easily, but making sure my voice was firm enough for him to know that I was also being serious.

"You kissed me even though my face was full of cum," he pointed out.

"I did."

"And you touched my cock."

"Also, true."

He smiled, looking sheepish and a little hesitant now. "How are you feeling?"

"Normal," I replied, taking a step back to inspect his face and make sure it had been decently cleaned. "Good. Relieved."

He shifted awkwardly. "Did you… like it?"

I raised one eyebrow at him, my mouth opening at the absurdity of the question after what we had just done.

I genuinely thought that my reaction had proven exactly just how much I had enjoyed it.

"You should know the answer to that already," I mumbled. "It was pretty good, I'll give you that."

I took the napkins from his hands and joined them with mine, making a paper ball out of them and placing it on the floor, mentally reminding myself that it would be a good idea to clean up the place before leaving since there was probably a mess of cum on the floor and on the door. I just hoped that there was no cum on the clothes we had dropped.

I pulled my pants and underwear up, him copying me.

"You know," Naruto sighed contently, scanning my features attentively. "I'm just… you're so… why are you like this?"

"Like what?" I inquired, buckling up my belt.

"I don't know," he replied. "I thought I knew you after all these years of us being friends, and yet, you just keep on doing these really surprising things and I… I don't know what to do with myself."

"I surprise myself, too," I mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the sudden mushy topic. "And, if I do manage to get out of my comfort zone so confidently, it's because you let me, because you make me want to."

"Is that so? Because you are seriously becoming by ideal dating person," he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. His eyes fell to his crotch as he buttoned up his jeans. "You have just given me the coolest day of my life. It's not fair, Sasuke, I might just fall for you really hard."

My heart jumped in a painful, but not so uncomfortable way because, somehow, I kind of felt the same way.

"Don't be so self-centred about it, silly, this is supposed to be about the two of us."

"And is it?" he asked curiously, his lips forming a small but hopeful pout.

"Yeah," I said firmly. "It is."

"Are you happy, too? About this? About us?"

"Naruto," I said, moving closer once more to put my right hand over his cheek, staring straight into his eyes. "I'm glad I gave us a try. I don't regret it for a second, and I definitely wouldn't want any of this to be any different."

Naruto breathed in deeply, then, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to my palm. "Good. That's just… really good, Sasuke."

I let him pull me close and surround my waist with his arms. Then, we hugged, his chin on my shoulder, his face buried in my neck. I knew we had to get out of there; Kyou or the girl would need something from that storage room soon enough.

I wanted to go home, to get in bed and just talk to Naruto and relish in the after feel of what had just happened to us.

But that small gesture felt so good, so right just then that I couldn't move away from it. I wasn't one for cuddling, and generally I hated after sex mushiness, but that felt weirdly perfect, suiting. We had just broken down the strongest wall between us – the wall that divided him from me – putting our doubts, fears and convictions to the test. I had been eager to tear that wall down, but at the same time, I knew that if things hadn't worked out, our current relationship would take violent turn.

But they had worked out, and it had been fucking amazing. There were no more walls between us now it was just a matter of moving forward, one step at the time.

And I was really eager to see it happen.

TBC...