Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or any of its associated characters!

Summary: COMPLETE (new chapter up everyday - total of 35 chapters!). Sasuke's a writer whose been writing the same words for years. He's tired, he's annoyed, and his money situation is...pretty messed up, even by student standards. Enter Naruto. Modern AU (College/University), Sasunaru/Narusasu. Posted for Sasuke's birthday!

A/N: Chapter 14! Already! This fic is flying by.

Enter Naruto

Chapter 14: Fair

"How hungry are you?" Sasuke skimmed his shelves, trying to see what he had to work with.

"I'm considering just eating this block of cheese."

"Ah. Pasta's fairly quick, then?"

"Nice, yeah—I'd love that. Can I help?"

"Grate the cheese that you're holding. And chop up whatever vegetables you want, we can add them to the sauce." Sasuke dug through his cupboards for a decent pot.

"'Kay!"

A few moments later, Sasuke had stopped everything he was doing to frown at his phone. Naruto trotted over to him.

"What's up?"

"My brother wants to call," he answered.

"Is everything okay?"

Sasuke sighed. "Yeah. He does this."

"He…?"

"Hello?" Sasuke held his phone up to his ear, sounding annoyed. He gestured towards the pasta to Naruto, who nodded, and walked to the other side of the room.

"Yes, Itachi," a sigh, "no. No."

There wasn't much for Naruto to do but stir the pasta and eavesdrop. He couldn't have stopped himself from listening if he tried. He bit his lip.

"No, I don't need—stop."

Naruto switched to stir the sauce a little, and lowered the heat. He just wanted to keep it warm for when the food was done…

"Itachi. What's this really about?"

A pause.

"No, don't—I don't mind if you—" Naruto could see him pacing back and forth. "Don't hang up. You—"

Naruto couldn't help but look over. Sasuke had paused, one hand pulling at his hair as if midway through running through it—

"So leave. No—don't laugh. I don't—" Sasuke's scowl was deepening by the second. "I don't need it. Don't stay there because of me, Itachi—don't put that shit on me. You stay there because you—"

Sasuke stopped pacing, only clutching at the windowsill so hard his knuckles went white instead—

"No, Itachi—you—fine, I'll send it all back then. I won't spend it. N—fuck off. Fuck off. I'm hanging up. Bye."

Sasuke pressed a button on his phone and threw it onto his desk with a frustrated noise.

Naruto quietly switched the stove to low and moved towards him. He sat on the armrest of the couch—it gave Sasuke a little space—and waited.

"He hates it there," Sasuke pressed his lips together, eyes flashing, "and he's too much of a fucking coward to leave. I keep telling him—" He broke off, letting out a hiss of air through his teeth.

"He hates it where?" Naruto prompted.

"At work. At home. With my parents."

"Does he still live with them?"

"No. But he may as well. It's the same difference." Sasuke grimaced. "It's not—okay," he sighed, "I get that I'm—that I have no money. And he wants to help me. But I—he's using it as an excuse not to do anything and I hate it! I already hate the fact that I'm completely fucking dependent on him like this and now he—"

Sasuke broke off, spinning towards the window with his fists clenched.

"You feel guilty."

Sasuke gave a quick nod.

"So what about after school? I mean, you're almost done."

"So?"

"So, you won't need the money anymore—at least, not nearly as much. Maybe you and Itachi could plan it out that way."

Sasuke sighed.

"He—it's a good job. I don't even think it's about the job, I think he likes it. But dad is just so fucking…" He let out a frustrated noise, shaking his head.

"What about in December?

"What about it?"

"Well—you're meeting up with your mom around Christmas, right?"

Sasuke turned to look at him.

"And Itachi's gonna be there too, yeah?"

Sasuke nodded.

"Then all of this stuff is probably gonna come out on the table. Don't you think?"

Sasuke furrowed his brows—but not in anger, this time.

"Maybe. It's possible."

"Do you think your mom will talk to your dad? Because all this might happen a lot sooner than you or Itachi are ready for—"

"I don't know," Sasuke cut him off. "I don't want to think about it. Every time I think about meeting her, I just get angry. I don't even know how I'm going to manage it."

Naruto adjusted his position on the seat. The armrest was hurting his butt.

"So get angry."

Sasuke looked at him. Naruto shrugged.

"Maybe you need to. Maybe you need to say everything that you've been holding in. Even if they won't listen."

Sasuke exhaled.

"And—Sasuke, I know you feel like you're mooching off your brother or whatever, but he's just mooching off your parents. So—in a roundabout, fucked up kinda way—they're still supporting you like they're supposed to, and that's nothing to feel bad about."

"But it's the reason he's still there. I think he would have left the family if I hadn't beat him to it."

"Maybe he would have. Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters. It—"

"I mean—it's over, though," Naruto interrupted gently. "It's done—you left, and he made the decision to support you. It was his choice, y'know. It's a frustrating, stupid situation, but I don't think he regrets it. I think he'd choose you any day."

"But I don't want that! I never asked for that—he should have just left me alone, instead of making me into this—this leech—"

His voice cut off as Naruto tilted his head, mouth stretching into a small smile.

"That's the thing about people caring about you, Sasuke," Naruto said quietly. "You don't get to choose who does it. Or how they do."

Sasuke's eyes flickered down and back up.

"And yeah," Naruto said, "I'm talking from experience. You go from living with like ten kids in every home to having two parents at your beck and call—I still feel bad about it. Sometimes. Not as much anymore, though—and then I start feeling bad about not feeling bad." Naruto grimaced. "Emotions are weird."

Sasuke snorted—Naruto felt a small bit of victory at the barest hint of a smile on that face.

There was a pause.

"Call him back, Sasuke. Meet up and talk it out—in person—before you meet your mom. Okay?"

Sasuke sighed, and walked over to the desk, flipping his phone over in his hands.

"Go make sure the food isn't burning." He gestured towards the kitchen with his head, and then looked away. It gave Naruto an opening to sneak a kiss before he strode back to the kitchen, giving Sasuke a cheeky smile on the way.

It was funny—watching Naruto glance at him, bite his lip, and then look away. It hadn't even occurred to Sasuke to invite Naruto to stay the night, after they had finished dinner—he had just assumed he would—until the blonde had started nervously looking at his phone, and then at Sasuke, and then back at his phone...

The blonde was obviously waiting for an invitation.

Naruto shuffled in place, yet again, ducking his head.

Sasuke rested his cheek against his fist, watching him. Subtlety, thy name was...not Naruto.

"Would you like to stay the night?"

Naruto immediately straightened.

"Wh—um, yeah—that would—that'd be great!" He laughed and nodded, and nodded again, and then one more time just to really make sure Sasuke understood—

Sasuke snorted, shifting to cover his smile with his fist.

"You can borrow whatever you'd like." He owed Naruto that much, anyway.

"Oh," Naruto ducked his head, "I—um, kinda brought some overnight stuff with me. Just—in case, y'know—"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"Bit presumptuous of you, don't you think?"

"What? No, I—just thought—" Naruto finally looked back at him—face flushed and hair a mess—and Sasuke saw his shoulders visibly sag. "...You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, finally moving his fist away as his smile grew wider—

"You make it so easy."

"You dick!" Naruto laughed out the words, slapping at Sasuke's arm. "Fuck, you are—you're the worst."

But Naruto's smile said something different, and so did his eyes as they turned to Sasuke—

"Come on," Sasuke stood, letting his hand trace down Naruto's arm, "let's get ready for bed."

"You can't sleep, can you?"

Naruto opened his eyes, rolling over to stare at Sasuke. The way the light reflected in his eyes—the way his hair almost looked curled, draped against the pillow—

Naruto swallowed.

"Is it that obvious?"

Sasuke's mouth widened into a small smirk.

"Well, you aren't snoring yet."

Naruto reached over and pressed his fist against Sasuke's cheek, laughing softly. It was barely a moment before his hand relaxed, resting against Sasuke's chin. Sasuke really was…

"I feel like," Naruto's voice was barely over a whisper, "if I close my eyes, I'm gonna wake up. And this—this'll all have been a dream. It doesn't feel real yet."

Sasuke's hand reached up to hold his—something in his face had grown softer, now—

"…Is that why you've still been so nervous?"

"Um," he swallowed, scanning Sasuke's face, "a little."

Sasuke didn't reply, only continuing to watch him. He was so good at knowing when there were things Naruto didn't say…

"I just...find it really hard to believe," he laughed a little, as he spoke, because 'really hard' didn't even begin to describe it—fucking impossible, more like—that Sasuke actually—that Sasuke really— "that you...want me. I really didn't think—"

His voice cut off as he felt the mattress shift, but he kept still as Sasuke leaned over him. Naruto stared up into his eyes—searching them for something—

"Naruto," he could feel Sasuke's breath on his lips, "I want you."

Oh.

Yeah, okay.

He pulled Sasuke down, the words ringing in his ears. He would be lucky if he was ever able to sleep tonight, after hearing Sasuke say something like that. What a fucking thrill—what an amazing fucking feeling—to kiss Sasuke like this—to have Sasuke want him like this—Naruto was already—

"Mmph—"

He was already gone—already lost, in Sasuke—already moaning against his mouth, half a second away from the hardest he'd ever been—god, he had never thought—he had never dreamed—

He broke the kiss—seeing stars—as Sasuke rolled their hips together. Fuck, this was—he could feel Sasuke getting hard, too—this was so—

"Sasuke—"

Sasuke's hand slipped up, under his shirt.

"You saw me, earlier," he heard Sasuke's voice in his ear—low, husky—Naruto trembled as he spoke, "but I didn't get to see you."

Naruto sucked in a breath.

"That wasn't fair, Naruto."

"Hah—ah—" Fair—Sasuke's fucking bedroom voice wasn't fair—

Sasuke pushed his shirt up—switching to Naruto's pants as Naruto sat up to tear it off—

"Sasuke," he forced himself to find his voice, "you—you don't have to—just because I—"

He heard Sasuke's chuckle—felt it, as he moved closer—

"Good to know."

"Oh—god—" Naruto felt himself crumble, yet again—he felt Sasuke tug on his waistband as his lips pressed to Naruto's neck—and then they were gone and his underwear was too and Sasuke's hand was sliding down and Naruto opened his eyes wide because—

"Nngh, fuck—"

"Tell me what to do." He felt Sasuke's breath against his ear. "Tell me how to move—"

"Sas—ah," Naruto gasped as Sasuke's hand twisted, "go—all the way—nngh, yeah—like that, just like—ye—ah—"

It was perfect—it was perfect and—fucking hell—why this felt so much better than anything else, he didn't know—he just didn't want Sasuke to stop—he couldn't even feel the embarrassment, because he knew Sasuke was was sitting up, now—watching him—but he was just too far gone in this pleasure—in the way Sasuke was touching him—ah—Sasuke—

He forced himself to sit up as he reached towards Sasuke—he didn't bother pulling Sasuke's pants all the way down, only just enough to touch him, just enough to move his hand properly—fuck—somehow, feeling how hard Sasuke was—Naruto felt his pleasure expand tenfold—

"Na—" Sasuke buckled forwards—his pace on Naruto's cock becoming uneven, messy—Naruto knew it was from how good he was making Sasuke feel—a thrill lashed through him at the thought—

"Yeah," he heard himself breathe—he could feel the pleasure building—he could feel the way Sasuke was started to tremble, overtop of him—

Sasuke's eyes opened, staring down at him with hazy, unfocused eyes—it was such a good angle—to have Sasuke over him like this—feeling Sasuke like this—Naruto let go of Sasuke's cock at the same time Sasuke let go of his—their hips pressed together—he wrapped his arms around him as Sasuke began to move—

"Naru—"

"Sasuke—ah, fuck—yeah—!"

The pleasure exploded through him—pulsing through his body at the same pace that Sasuke's cock pulsed against his—he felt the cum splash on his stomach but he kept going—kept moving, with Sasuke—he could hear Sasuke's gasps for air—he'd never heard a better sound—

"S-sorry—"

"Huh—what?" Naruto's mind had barely started to come back to him—

"I—" Sasuke sucked in a breath, pulling back—Naruto vaguely realized he ought to let him go, "you, ah—"

He gestured at the mess on Naruto's stomach. Naruto couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't la—"

"Sasuke," Naruto interrupted him, reaching up to run a hand along his body, "that was amazing. You are amazing."

"You—" Sasuke's voice cut off—Naruto could see the way his cheeks flushed—

"Don't ever apologize," Naruto said softly, "for this. Especially when it's me that made you feel like this."

He let his arm fall back against the pillows, smiling. Sasuke was still leaning over him—still at that angle, looking down at him—

"I still feel like I'm dreaming." He felt like he was walking on air—like he was gonna start floating just from looking at Sasuke. "This whole day has just…"

Sasuke let out a breath, ducking down to press his face against Naruto's neck. Naruto automatically put his arms around him—still reveling in the fact that this was real—this was Sasuke—

Sasuke pressed closer against him—Naruto could feel his breath—

"You come any closer and you'll get all dirty too," he warned, laughing a little. He just—he just couldn't stop smiling—

"I don't care." Sasuke's voice was barely audible—almost like a sigh against Naruto's skin—he felt Sasuke's body slip closer to his—something about how close he was—how much closer he could be—it was almost tantalizing—

"You come any closer," Naruto whispered, chills shooting down his spine as Sasuke's lips brushed his neck, "and I'm going to want you again."

Naruto felt Sasuke pull back—just enough to stare into his eyes. Naruto searched them, feeling his desire build just from the sight—what was it about Sasuke that drove him so wild—

Sasuke's body pressed against his.

Naruto sucked in a breath.

"How convenient," Sasuke's whispered, hips moving ever so slightly—

Naruto pulled him down.

A/N: A little bit shorter, a little more smutty, and a few more hints for what's to come. I hope you guys liked it, and that you're excited! I know I am :)

See you tomorrow,

- Kinomi