Jesus, what is with you people and wanting Naruto and Sasuke to just randomly make out? o-o;
I mean... why only make out? Expand your perverseness, my children.
But yeah, I was planning something, no matter what you guys had in mind, so don't you worry. I got you.

By the end of this, you should come to the understanding I had fun writing it. Just saying.

EDIT: I deleted the chapter and like, edited it. Also crushing your perverted dreams along with it. Oh, boo.

This was the second time he found himself in Kakashi's apartment. Though this was the first time he really got a chance to look around… It wasn't exactly amazing. Kind of bland, but neat, he supposed. Neater than Naruto's apartment, that was for damn sure. But he wasn't hear to think about how Kakashi's apartment was put together. Where was Sasuke? He rounded the couch he found himself stuck behind, and immediately started to look. No one in the kitchen, no one in the rest of the living room… He looked down the hallway, suddenly remembering the first time he came here… So had Sasuke been the one he saw? For some reason that had his heart starting up. The fact he had been so obliviously watching Sasuke, not aware it was him… What would he have done if it was him? Probably the same thing he had done not even twenty minutes ago. Attempted to talk, then end up fighting… It was always the same between the two of them.

He was as quiet as he could manage as he opened the first room. It was dark, and he was welcomed by a large king-sized bed, messily dressed with blankets and sheets, a pillow on the floor beside the mattress. No one was inside. He closed the door gently, slowly, then turned for the next door, which was already opened, revealing the bathroom. That left one more door. For a long time he was just standing there, staring, before he realized he was running on a time limit and Kakashi could come back at any moment.

It kind of happened in a flash, though. As if he blacked out and ran on pure instinct after the moment he opened the door… The next thing he realized he was pinning Sasuke to the bed, holding his wrists to the mattress in an almost bruising grip, his eyes narrowed, as he eyed the cocky-looking Uchiha, who just stared at him.

As usual, Sasuke didn't seem the least bit fazed by anything. Naruto wasn't supposed to harbor anymore hate- he had conquered the Kyuubi… He as stronger. He was happy. He was supposed to be happy… Happy and not full of hate! He was supposed to be Sasuke's opposite! "Are you just going to sit on top of me and stare at me? You're kinda crushing me." Sasuke mumbled, and Naruto was tempted to break both his wrists right then and there, but in Sasuke's defense… Naruto had kind of just came in here, randomly, and tackled him into the bed.
"You're not on top of the fucking world, Sasuke, stop acting like you are." If he wasn't holding the Uchiha's wrists to the bed, he would have took the time to wrap his hands around his throat.
"It's funny… because my entire time here I haven't really done much of anything out of place… but every time you see me, you decide to go crazy and make it seem like I've done something recently that fucked with your life." Sasuke stared, watching as Naruto grew red in the face. God, he just overreacted to everything, didn't he?

Sasuke was sick of this cry baby running to him, whining about how terrible of a person he was. He couldn't get over anything, and now Sasuke was getting pissed off about it! Maybe that's why he hated the blonde so much- since every time he was anywhere near him, it always turned into something about how much of an asshole Sasuke was, about how ashamed his brother would be, and then they would fight. It was annoying, pointless and tiresome. He was getting sick of it- it was Naruto who made him doubt his wanting to stay here… Hell, at this point, he wouldn't even mind Sakura hanging around him!

Sasuke was so busy thinking angry, angry thoughts that he didn't realize the sudden bruising force pressed to his lips. Skin on skin, teeth on skin. He was bleeding. His lips had been cracked open with Naruto's teeth, that seemed to just hungrily grasp at the to-be-bruised flesh and split it. Sasuke could taste his own blood, bitter and metallic… He barely knew how to comprehend what was going on. As the mouth, probably stained with the blood from Sasuke's lips slowly trailed down his chin and slowed at his neck before biting harshly at the flesh, surely drawing blood there too. Naruto had sharp teeth, he noticed. Sasuke was smirking, dryly chuckling as he stared up at the ceiling. "You truly are a sick fuck." He decided, "Was this what you wanted all along?" Sasuke briefly looked down at the spiky, blonde head of hair, hiding the face that was hidden in the crook of his neck. He looked back up to the ceiling, flinching as the other bit him again, then settling. "You've been clinging to me all these years because you're just a sick fu-" A hit to the stomach, and Sasuke was done playing games. He took a moment to recover before breaking from Naruto's grasp.

The blonde's arms were grabbed, and it didn't take too much work to flip them over. "I'm done with your fucking bullshit!" Sasuke snapped, pressing Naruto into the mattress, big, shocked looking blue eyes staring up into his angered black ones as he held him in place. "I'm not your fucking boyfriend. I'm not here to make you feel okay. I hate you. I fucking hate you." It should have been obvious, but Naruto never seemed to get it through that head of his. "Stop trying to come to me crying about how hurt you and Sakura are about my not caring about either of you. You know nothing. I'm here as a prisoner, in a place I hate, where everyone wants me dead. And it's like you keep me alive just because you want to fucking remind me every time you see me just how troublesome I am to all of you." Naruto winced, his brows furrowing together. Sasuke had never snapped at him like that, even when Naruto had done the screaming, Sasuke had always just sat there, smirking. This time clearly wasn't the same, as Sasuke lowered his head.

His lips were close to his jaw line, close enough for him to feel the hot breath run across his skin, raising goose bumps. "You really want me to fulfill some sick fantasy of yours?" Another dry chuckle, one hand straying away from Naruto's arm, moving to the back of his neck where he gripped tightly, his finger tips digging into the skin until Naruto whined. "Fuck you senseless… maybe it'll do some good for you." Naruto was shaking beneath him, and that in itself was satisfying. Though he had a feeling Naruto had a different plan from the way he had Sasuke pinned moments before… Not that he cared. Like he would actually let the dobe get on top of him and think he could get away with it? Fuck that.

"Sasuke…" Naruto seemed prepared for the worst, but before he could react, Sasuke was rolling off of him, and kicking him roughly out of the bed, sending the blonde face first to the floor.

"Get the fuck out. You're annoying. And I'm not dealing with your fucked up fantasies." Sasuke reached up and touched at his split lip, grimacing a bit at the taste of his own blood. He couldn't help but wonder if Naruto meant to hurt him, or if he was that inexperienced with kissing. It was almost hard to not laugh, but soon enough, he found that both of them were holding their breath. Someone was in the apartment.

Naruto slipped under the bed without a word, and Sasuke threw the blankets over himself and quickly turned to face the wall, hiding his face with his pillow as the knob to his door jiggled. Shit... Sasuke did his best to relax, but knowing someone he basically just threatened to fuck into a wall was beneath his bed, and that the very person who was supposed to have killed him a half an hour ago was checking up on him to make sure he wasn't doing anything stupid was coming into his room... Well, he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit tense.
"Sasuke, you awake?" The Uchiha wasn't sure he should respond or not, but his body was acting on its own, and he rose a hand to acknowledge the man. He heard a soft creak beneath his bed, and Sasuke attempted to cover it up with a cough. Either way, Kakashi didn't seem to notice.

But why should he care if Naruto got caught? Oh yeah... Sasuke was walking on thin ice, and for some reason, Naruto in his room made him think Kakashi would stop giving him chances. Sasuke licked the blood from his lips and rose a bit finally to look at the silver-haired ninja, who was leaning against the doorway, his one visible eye on the ground.
"Did Naruto really start that fight?" Sasuke blinked, then nodded his head.
"I wouldn't have a reason to lie to you at this point." Well, other than to keep himself alive, but honestly, he probably would have said it straight up if he started a fight- but these past few months, whatever fight he got in with Naruto, was all Naruto's fault.
Kakashi's gaze was on him now, seeming confused. "What happened to your lip?" He didn't remember seeing that. Oh, and thank god his body was turned a different way, otherwise there would also be a question as to what the fuck happened to his neck...
"Naruto punched me... You didn't see it before?" Sasuke shrugged, reaching up to touch at the bruised, stinging flesh. Kakashi shrugged, then turned to leave.
"I understand you're getting anxious, being stuck inside all the time... But I've been talking with Tsunade... About giving you more freedom..." Kakashi sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. "Just give it time, lay low for awhile longer... If you get into anymore fights, the odds of you ever getting out of this place, are slim to none." With that, the silver haired ninja was gone, closing the door behind him. Immediately Sasuke fell back down on to the bed, closing his eyes... until he remembered he wasn't completely alone. There was shuffling beneath him, slow and awkward, Naruto crawled out from beneath the bed and stood himself up. Naruto seemed to regain sanity, because now he was a dark red, seeming to search through his mind for something to say. Sasuke's lips pressed together in a thin line, unsure if he should shout for him to get out, or if he should just laugh at him.

"You just gonna stand there? The last time you did that, you ended up splitting my lip." Sasuke's eyes narrowed, and he tongued the wounded flesh before raising his gaze to the flustered fox.
"I'm sorry... You're right..." Naruto said to his surprise. He was rubbing at the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. Sasuke had made some good points- unlike the Uchiha, Naruto didn't suffer from a painful amount of pride that kept him from accepting that fact. Every time he saw Sasuke, he piled the blame on to him... Sasuke had done some screwed up things, but... Naruto followed him like a lost puppy, even after Sakura seemed to give up... Like Sasuke had said- he was just a sick fuck, wasn't he? He touched at his jaw line, where Sasuke's breath had washed over just moments before- it sent chills up his spine and it just reminded him how much of a freak he was.
"Right about the fact you're sick in the head, or that you act like a child all the time?" Oh, Sasuke felt this was the perfect time to be rude to the other. Naruto flinched, his hands shaking. "You were actually just gonna lay there and let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to you..." That smirk... Naruto didn't even have it in him to get angry over it.
"Sasu-"
"I just find it funny that you're such a needy bastard, to the point where I could probably fuck you into a grave, and after death all you could do is beg me to stay with you like the clingy fuckin' child you are." Naruto was almost shaking with anger and embarrassment as he turned to the window, wondering if he could just run at this point.
"And don't tell me to stop stroking my ego- it's not ego-boost to have you clinging to my leg at every turn... Don't say I'm wrong either." He wasn't, Naruto knew that... Would he say it aloud? No... "Go home, Naruto." He felt sick to his stomach, looking to the Uchiha, who was staring at him. He found his way to his busted lip, realizing he did that with his very own mouth. Then his neck... A red and angry bruise, somewhat cut from his teeth. What the hell... When... why did he even do that?
"Why are you so mean to me? I just want an answer... A legitimate answer." Sasuke was smirking, and slowly the anger was boiling up in him again, listening for Kakashi. They had been keeping their voices down since the man had left, but he was still feeling paranoid. Naruto took a step forward towards Sasuke, who was sitting up and turning to face Naruto, eyes narrowed.
"That's a stupid question at this point, and you know it. I've basically told you every time I see you why I hate you- and thus being why I'm mean to you." Sasuke hissed as he shuffled himself to the edge of the bed so he could set his feet down on the floor, staring at Naruto, who was looking more like a lost puppy than he ever had before.
"You hate me 'cause I chased after you?" The corner of Sasuke's mouth twitched. "Because I wanted to help yo-" The Uchiha rolled his eyes.
"Don't start with that bullshit again, I never wanted your help and I still don't." It didn't stop Naruto from continuing, though this seemed to be the first, calm and normal conversation they had where they weren't immediately at each others throats withing just a few seconds.
"I don't think I've ever done anything too wrong... I've been annoying... and I'll admit to blaming a lot of stuff on you... And maybe constantly making you feel like a bad person..." Naruto scratched the back of his head, watching as Sasuke seemed to play with the bite-mark on his neck.
"Naruto, if I'm being completely honest, I just hate you." He shrugged, looking up to stare at big blue eyes that didn't show any hurt. He probably saw it coming. "And whether you admit to it or not, you hate me too."

Naruto worried his lower lip. "I probably do." Sasuke was actually kind of surprised he said that, and found himself blinking at the other male. "But I promised myself a few months ago that I wouldn't let hate get to me anymore... I realized I can't like everyone... And..." He shrugged, "I might actually hate you." And yet once again Sasuke found that the blonde was moving closer- his entire body was moving closer. "But I meant what I said back in the training field..." Naruto gulped hard, "I don't think I can ever give up on you... If only for your brother, or your future... or maybe just make myself feel better... I don't want anyone to hate you anymore... And I don't ever want you to be filled with hate anymore... I won't give up... Because even if I grow to hate you, or myself because of you... I'm confident I can make things better." Sasuke just watched, not seeming the least bit interested as Naruto practically crawled into the Uchiha's lap, his knee pressing into his crotch purposely. Sasuke looked over Naruto's shoulder, as the fox's mouth once again found that spot on his neck he had been poking at moments before, kissing it in a way that seemed almost apologetic. Naruto was more screwed in the head than he thought if the boy was able to finally claim he might hate him, and then trying to get into his pants. Sasuke placed both his hands on either side of himself and held himself up while Naruto basically raped his neck with his mouth. How the hell did this boys mind work, he had to wonder.
Naruto's hands were moving up his shirt, his warmth touching cold flesh. They truly were opposites, weren't they? From their mindsets down to their actual temperature, they held nothing in common. Except for the hate they shared for each other.

Almost as if a test, Naruto's mouth was moving across his cheek, down to his lips, seeming almost nervous to try and see if he couldn't get what he wanted. When Naruto's lips got close enough, he could feel the smirk formed by Sasuke's mouth. Was he amused by this? Probably. It didn't stop him from trying. His mouth running specifically over the wounded part of the others lower lip, until Sasuke finally opened up and allowed entrance. Naruto was kind of shocked, but he was fairly certain that Sasuke was just entertaining him.
And he was right. Sasuke was just letting this play out for his own amusement, moving his mouth skillfully over the others warm lips, that seemed to lack the knowledge. He would have thought Sakura would have given in at some point and just let Naruto in, but it seemed Naruto knew nothing... Just another thing to laugh at him about.

Was Sasuke truly heartless? The fact he had someone in his life so willing to chase after him, to attempt to pull him from the darkness that had swallowed him up... Even when all he did was laugh at him, and tell him to go fuck himself. Was Naruto right? Would there be a time where Sasuke's heart wouldn't be so filled with hate? Where revenge wouldn't be in the front of his mind all the time? Because regardless of not entirely minding these past few weeks, his thoughts of this place hadn't entirely changed... He hated everything. Everyone. And he realized that people who tried to help, was people he hated the most. Naruto... All he did was cling, and hope for the best for Sasuke... Maybe that was why he hated Naruto the most.

If anyone were to walk in on them around, no one would think that just a minute or two prior they had confessed that they both hated each others guts... Sasuke knew that much, as his tongue swirled around the fox's, Naruto's knee continuing to grind carefully against Sasuke's crotch. Was Sasuke enjoying himself? Well, he was a man with needs and wants, so his body was reacting naturally, a small tent forming in his pants. But he wasn't the only one sporting wood, as Naruto took a break from Sasuke's mouth and lowered his head to his neck, Sasuke saw the other's problem and couldn't help his smirk. God, he was too easy. Sasuke hadn't done anything but sat here and let Naruto do what he pleased, and yet he seemed about done. Sasuke licked his lips, warm and tasting of Naruto, watching as the boy sucked at his neck hungrily, his hands continuing to roam, as if looking for something to grab on to, roughly searching every inch of his chest and back, leaving marks behind where his fingers decided to dig into angrily. It was beginning to grow clear this was truly out of hate. Would Naruto ever give up on him?

Since he first met Naruto, he knew they would do a lot of fighting. He had been such a stupid, cocky prick since he was very young. Always trying to show him up, and always failing. Sasuke was always beating him into the ground, embarrassing him in front of their peers. It wasn't until they were on the same team did they start actually having to work together to get things done, and even then there were some serious conflicts. So many memorable times, both horrible and wonderful. Most of the time they would just end up fighting each other- well… Naruto would more just come after him. Spitting curse word after curse word, while Sakura stood between them, protecting Sasuke. Sasuke didn't have much time with his group before the influence of Orochimaru came along… In all reality, there was never a time that Sasuke was driven by hatred, by the need for revenge… but that day of meeting Orochimaru, he was met with the need for power as well… It was the concoction needed for the perfect storm- and that was exactly what Sasuke was.

Kakashi was the first to notice where Sasuke was headed. He was going down hill fast, and he had tried to stop it, while Sakura was in denial about Sasuke's changes, and Naruto was just painfully oblivious about everything. Nothing could have stopped Sasuke from getting away, no matter how much anyone prepared. It had been inevitable. Naruto didn't understand the loss of his friend until that final blow that one day. The first time they truly fought, the first time they finished… and one of the many times Naruto found himself falling before his so-called-friend, who walked away without even looking back.
Regardless of this, Naruto chased. At first Sasuke thought it was because Sakura begged him to save the boy who never loved her… And then he just thought it was because he was angry with himself for failing to bring him back the first time, and now he was just proving himself…
Before their final fight, Sasuke realized it was because Naruto was… quite simply, Naruto. Sasuke had come to terms with the fact that he just cared too much… He didn't need to be told by the blonde to know it was truly out of hope for their friendship that Naruto continued to fight with, and for him.

It was with that last fight he realized Naruto's dedication… If Sasuke had been a decent person he would have accepted his defeat, apologized, and maybe right now he wouldn't be violently scratching up the poor boys back out of heated rage that seemed to just have bubbled up to this point where it was all releasing itself.
There were times Sasuke hated himself… Because he was this way to Naruto. Someone so happy… so warm… So capable of caring… And Sasuke dismissed all of it, and threw it all back in his face. All Naruto ever did since the day he left was attempt to help him. Sasuke always told him it was out of an act of selfishness and neediness. But maybe Naruto truly just wanted to save their bonds… The words he said not moments ago rung in his head. "I don't think I can ever give up on you... If only for your brother, or your future... or maybe just to make myself feel better... I don't want anyone to hate you anymore... And I don't ever want you to be filled with hate anymore... I won't give up... Because even if I grow to hate you, or myself because of you... I'm confident I can make things better." Idiot…

Sasuke couldn't help but think of how contradictory all his thoughts were, however… one moment he was laughing his ass off to himself about how much of a moron Naruto was, for pointlessly trying to fix the un-fixable… And now he was giving him some slack, and trying to find the good in Naruto… No, Naruto was good, that wasn't even a question, or something he had to search for… But he was just trying to understand, he supposed. Maybe Sasuke was just the sick fuck when it came down to it… Maybe Sasuke was driving himself insane and pulling Naruto along with him.
The blonde stated that if one of them died, the other would die with them… Did the same work for insanity? Was Naruto that dedicated?
Well, the boy said he would die with him, it wouldn't surprise him that he would drive himself into the mad-house side-by-side with Sasuke.

But what if he was right? What if Naruto would be the one to drag him away from all this hate? What if Itachi truly did think Naruto the perfect friend for him… And suddenly he wasn't as amused by what was happening anymore. As Naruto seemed to just give up everything to him, or at least try to… Jacket off, and pants undone, Sasuke began to question what he was doing. He didn't want this. Naruto didn't want this… This was all out of hate and anger, which was evident by the nearly bleeding scratches left all over their bodies by each others hands. Sasuke finally pushed the other off of him and immediately pointed for the window. "Go home, Naruto."
The blonde seemed actually shocked… As he slowly slipped off the bed, standing himself up straight, which was making his problem down below all the more apparent. "This will make you hate yourself and me all the more…" And regardless Sasuke didn't mind, or he pretended not to… Naruto would never let himself forget it. Not that Sasuke cared.
Naruto seemed speechless however, as he took a step back, as if suddenly realizing what he had just been doing, and also adding in the fact that Sasuke had been the one to stop it, and not Naruto, who was completely red in the face.

But the last thing he expected out of Naruto's mouth as he fixed his jacket around himself. "Do you think you'll always hate me?" Sasuke stared at the other, for a long time. His pride was screaming yes, but his mind wasn't entirely sure of the actual answer.
"Go home, Naruto." The blonde kept hearing those words from a number of people, but he supposed it should be expected from Sasuke. Naruto's gaze lowered to the floor, then back to the Uchiha, who was slowly lowering himself back into bed, pulling the blankets over himself.
"Good night, Sasuke." He was smiling, like nothing at all happened, scratching at his head in that awkward and embarrassed way he usually did. Sasuke hadn't seen that look in a long time, it had him staring for a long time before he turned his back to him and just shrugged off the blonde.

"Hn..."
Naruto was out the window, shaky and unsure. And yet weirdly, he felt good. Which made no sense, since Sasuke had spent a good while telling him how much he hated him, and Sasuke even admitted to maybe hating him as well- something he still wasn't too sure of. Not to mention the fact he had an extremely uncomfortable problem in his pants, and walking with such an issue was the slightest bit annoying... Oh, and as usual, he did nothing but embarrass himself... but they had a conversation. Sure, it was kind of because Kakashi could have came back inside at any moment, added to the fact he was too busy ramming his tongue down the Uchiha's throat to consider fighting him... But still...
He found himself smiling, stupidly. Pointlessly. Sasuke never answered his question, but he kind of felt like that meant it wasn't a definite 'no'. He could still save Sasuke.

He felt like the old Naruto again- the confidence rising back inside him. He would save him. And he would make things better. On his list of things to do, next to becoming Hokage- Sasuke's saving was on top.

OH HO HO. I'm such an asshole. I was gonna give you sex. And then I decided to take it away. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, you got your making out. So, there you go.

I was gonna make them have sex, but then I decided now wasn't the best time. So you'll have to wait.