Merry Christmas and Oh My God I'm updating!!

So here it is, the next chapter of SA. I know a lot of you have been (im)patiently waiting for this, so here it is. Hope it's good enough, it did take me six months to write, after all.

So the next chapter will likely be long, and as such, you all should probably expect anther six month wait (I'm sorry). But I promise, it will be worth the wait (I hope). Alright, well, here it is! Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: don't own *cries*

Warnings: angst, male hormones and possessiveness, confused blonds

The two had just made it to the fancy table covered with food when Kiba finally had to stop and collapsed against the wall, sliding to the floor.

"Kiba?" Naruto asked, his voice sounding as worried as he felt.

The brunet was quiet for a few moments longer before he made any kind of response. "Sorry, I just… I really liked her." Naruto didn't like the almost manic smile on his friend's face. "I guess it's to be expected. You all said it, she was way too far out of my league."

Kiba shut his eyes and let his head hit the wall behind him.

Naruto frowned and turned to look back into the crowd. He really did not like the way the night was turning out. First the Jerk stood him up, then that creepy Neji guy wouldn't stop staring at him, and finally the same creepy guy ruined any possibility of a relationship between his best friend and the girl he really liked. As much of a pervert as Kiba could be, when he fell for someone, he fell hard. And just like a dog, he was loyal until the end. Usually, for Kiba, the only way a relationship ended was him being dumped. For Kiba, the girl he was with was the only one who existed.

Naruto was certain no matter how well bred, no guy would be better for that Hinata girl than Kiba.

"Sorry, Kiba," Naruto finally muttered to his depressed friend. Kiba had so been looking forward to this party, and Naruto had to go and ruin it for him. "I didn't know the guy was related to the girl you liked. I led him to you, and I mentioned that you liked her."

Kiba looked up, his face showing his surprise, but his gaze softened. "Don't worry about it. I would've had to meet him anyway, if the relationship went anywhere. Which I'm sure it was not going to." Kiba stood and brushed off his pants. "So, where are we sitting? I think I'm gonna get something to eat and relax for a while. Cool down, you know?"

Naruto nodded and smiled, waiting as Kiba filled up a plate and grabbed a glass of wine, then led him to the table he had chosen earlier. They spotted Sakura on the way.

"Who's the guy with the bowl for a head?" Kiba inquired, frowning at the pair. They were standing by an indoor fountain Naruto hadn't noticed until now. It was small and dark, with a few lights shining through the sparkling water as it tumbled down over a modern looking sculpture. Between the two young men and their pink-haired friend had formerly been a crowd of people, but currently the view was clear.

And now that he could see them, Naruto noticed Sakura hadn't gone far before getting captured by that bowl-haired guy they had met at the last party. Briefly Naruto wondered who the guy was and how he managed to get invited to all the important parties…But the thought slipped past and he could no longer hold back a grin.

"So, who is he?" Kiba asked again, noting Naruto's changed expression.

"That guy seems to have a crush on Sakura-chan. We better not bother them."

Kiba nodded slowly in agreement, having noticed the almost desperate look Sakura had on her face as she attempted to get away from the enthusiastic man.

"Yeah, sounds good." Kiba sighed and sat down at the table, his chair facing the crowds. Naruto sat beside him, just watching the people mingling together.

"So, where's that guy of yours, anyways? Shouldn't he be here already?" Kiba asked, his mouth full of food.

Naruto frowned, "Yeah, I don't know where he is."

Again the blond pulled out his phone and dialed the number. And again, there was no answer. He slammed the phone on the table and stood, once more determined to make the bastard pay for standing him up. Tonight was supposed to be the night, the night when they'd steal away from the party and have hot sex upstairs. How could he not be here??

As was his way, not liking to stay depressed for too long, Naruto shoved the bitter feelings down and headed back toward the crowd, ignoring Kiba's surprised questions. He chanced one look back toward Kiba, his face showing his determination, and headed into the crowd.

He didn't know anyone. He hadn't really tried to meet people at the last party, since his only purpose for having been there was one he had wanted to avoid, and since he was so nervous. As he glanced at all the obviously rich people, he found many familiar faces from magazines and TV, but none of whom he would chance talking to; but pissed off as he was, he wasn't picky.

He was walking further into the crowd, glancing at each face that he passed; there were so many beautiful people… He was really starting to feel even more out of place, and his annoyance with Sasuke only grew.

Then a pair of aquamarine eyes caught his notice, focused as they were on his own face as he walked by, and he stopped suddenly. The man was a redhead, tall and slim, with those sharp, deep eyes surrounded by what looked like a lot of black eyeliner and pale skin. There was a definite lack of eyebrows on the guy, and his presence was intense and a tad bit on the scary side, but he was an utterly handsome man. And he seemed… strangely familiar…

Naruto found himself rooted to the spot he was standing, and before he knew it, the redhead was making his way closer. Naruto swallowed thickly. The man was only a little bit taller than Naruto, but shorter than Sasuke, and his eyes were almost completely lacking in emotion. What could such a guy want with me? was a continuous strain in Naruto's mind as the man approached and stopped before him, eyes locked onto his own deep blue orbs.

Naruto could feel his jaw hanging open slightly as he stared back at the guy. His mind finally, slowly catching up with him, he realized he should probably say something, anything, otherwise the descending awkward situation would likely stretch on forever.

It never occurred to him how strange it was the guy had just gone up to him like that. Dense as he was, his mind hadn't yet told him how weird it was the guy approached him and yet hadn't said anything. He hadn't yet remembered he should rather be indignant at having to be the first to speak, when this weird eyebrow-less guy had walked up to him.

But, such was Uzumaki Naruto. And so…

"Uh…" He eloquently began, "Hi." Great, real creative Naruto, he scolded himself.

The man didn't move, made no indication he had even heard Naruto speak.

And vaguely, in the back of his mind, he wondered how he kept getting into strange situations like this, stuck with men who didn't seem to like to talk…

"Uh, I'm Naruto," the blond began again, feeling his body get fidgety. He was feeling nervous, and with nervousness came what people told him was his most annoying trait. He started to talk. "So, this place is really something huh? I hear the people who threw this party are really loaded and stuff. And they really must be, I mean this place is really… I mean, only the really rich could afford to have a party in a place like this. I mean, did you see that fountain? And the food! Plus, all these people are really amazing looking. Have you ever seen so many beautiful people all gathered in one room before? Ah, but then, the party a few weeks ago was… Ah! That's where I knew you from!" Naruto realized suddenly, interrupting his own rambling.

The man's eyes widened a bit at the fact this rambling blond had in fact remembered him. But they returned to normal again as he watched the blond's cheeks turn red from embarrassment at having exclaimed so suddenly. Naruto scratched nervously at his cheek, still unsure what to do or say.

"Uh, so… What's your name?" Naruto asked, trying to get past the weirdness.

The man still didn't speak.

"Uh, right. Well, um..." Naruto fidgeted, looking around the glamorous room at all of the glamorous people. He didn't know what to do with himself as he continued to stand there, squirming like a child, as this guy continued to stare at him. He started nervously chewing on his lower lip, trying to figure out what to say next.

"My name is Gaara," the strange man finally said, his voice deep and resonating. Those intense eyes were focused on the blond's lower lip, but Naruto didn't notice. Rather, he looked back at the man, Gaara, in surprise, and smiled.

And once again the strange man- Gaara, looked taken aback. Suddenly Naruto felt his arm being grabbed roughly and was unceremoniously slammed against the man's firm chest. He blinked at the black suit against his nose and peered up, blue eyes wide in surprise as the man looked down at him with aquamarine eyes.

"A-ano… wha-" Naruto began, his cheeks heating up. Things were turning out… very strangely indeed.

But the man continued to stare down at him, aquamarine eyes never wavering, never blinking, never leaving his own wide blue orbs.

And then, before Naruto began to realize it, those eyes became bigger- closer - and he had the sinking feeling something was about to happen that probably shouldn't.

And at the moment, he was rather mixed between worry and surprise. He knew he shouldn't let this happen, knew it definitely wasn't a good thing, couldn't end well. And he was shocked that it was happening at all. That anyone other than that stone-cold Bastard would…

But then, where was that Asshole anyways? Why shouldn't he let this happen, if only to get back at that Jerk who wasn't even taking his calls? Yeah, why the hell not??

And so Naruto gave in, even if against that better judgment buried deep in his body (maybe, possibly somewhere in the vicinity of his heart that ached slightly that the Bastard wasn't here, wasn't taking his calls)that kept screaming no, don't, no! He closed his slightly dulled blue eyes slowly and let go. If it was gonna happen, why not?

And it was almost there, he could feel that ghost of a breath against his lips, could almost feel…

But then he was jerked back by a sudden, firm fingered grip on his wrist, and he stumbled, only to be steadied by the red-head in front of him reaching forward and grabbing hold of his other wrist.

Regaining his bearings, he looked from one wrist to the other, finding he was held by the red-head, Gaara, and by Neji. The two men were glaring at each other.

"Ano…" Naruto began, as he glanced with confused blue eyes from one man to the other. Neither seemed to move, both content to glare the other down with poisoned death stares. And Naruto, in the middle, one arm still gripped by the Hyuuga and the other by the red-head, had no choice but to stay where he was. Both men were holding him so tightly, he was starting to lose feeling in his fingers.

"E-Excuse me…" Naruto began again, trying to tug his hands away from the possessive grips. Feeling the tug, both men looked at Naruto, who, feeling those intense stares now on him, began to color in agitation. "If you could, you know, let me go now…" Naruto tried, giving hesitant looks at both, not sure if he was really safe at the moment. He really didn't like those gleams in each man's eyes.

"Yes, Sabakuno, let Naruto-kun go now. It seems you're hurting him," Hyuuga intoned arrogantly, not releasing his own grip on the squirming blond.

"Then perhaps you should let go," the red-head replied in a low, deep voice, "as you seem to be causing more pain than I am."

Hyuuga huffed. "Everyone knows how much you enjoy giving others pain. Don't presume to be innocent in this matter."

Aquamarine eyes lowered in irritation, "At least when I cause others pain, they want it."

"And you assume Naruto-kun wants it?"

"A-ano…"

"He obviously doesn't want your attention, Hyuuga." Gaara nearly spat the name, like it was the most repulsive word in the world.

"H-Hey now-"

"It is your attention he doesn't want. No one in their right mind would want you to touch them, Sabakuno." Hyuuga too, spoke the other's name like it was filth.

"Is anyone listening to me?!" Naruto tried again. But the two were too far gone as they glared, each daring the other to try to take what was his.

Geez, what? Am I invisible? Naruto thought, still trying to tug his hands away from the firm grips.

Suddenly both pairs of eyes were on him again, and he looked up once more, noticing they were both looking rather… territorial.

What the hell? Things weren't going well, Naruto was certain of that much, at least.

And he was proven just how right he was when Sabakuno suddenly tugged especially hard on his arm, and Naruto fell toward him. He saw those aquamarine eyes drilling into him as he moved in slow motion toward the man, saw as his lips grew closer, his own eyes going wide.

This again? he thought in exasperation.

But then, it wasn't like anyone was listening to him. No one had asked him what he wanted. Of course, if he had been asked, he doubted he'd really even know what to say anyways. He groaned inwardly. Still, this really wasn't good.

And then his lips met the possessive ones of Sabakuno Gaara, and his mind was wiped blank.

If Naruto was smarter, stronger, faster, maybe just angrier (at who, right now he wasn't quite sure), he probably could have stopped it from happening. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind retribution was going to be had. He knew, all along, the plan had been to find some possessive prick who would keep the harassment to a minimum, if not obliterate it completely.

And so far, it seemed to have been working. Uchiha Sasuke was sexy, and possessive, and powerful. Naruto hadn't been harassed by the jerks at work since… well… that incident. So it was only right to assume his reputation, as was the intended result, would keep others, even outside of work, from trying to claim him as well, even if he wasn't there.

But somehow, it seemed now he had been caught up in something much more… hazardous.

Because here he was, in the middle of some ritzy, upper class society party, with some likely rich, good-looking guy's tongue ravaging his mouth. Of course, they (meaning the guy whose tongue was currently mapping his mouth, stealing his breath, and the other guy whose hand had tightened on his wrist considerably) wouldn't be affected if they didn't even know he was claimed, since the Bastard was not here.

Still, he knew, somewhere in the back of his muddled mind, that this wasn't going to end well. Even if Sasuke wasn't here, even if he didn't see it, he would somehow find out. Even if he'd been abandoned, somehow, he didn't think Sasuke would appreciate him being ravaged by some other guy in his absence.

Even if Sasuke didn't want him anymore, his pride wouldn't allow this. He would make them pay. Because even if he no longer had need for this blond, he was still his blond. Naruto could feel it, that was the Uchiha's personality. But then again, wasn't that exactly what they had been looking for in the first place?

But, once again, it nagged at him.

Should it really matter if he let his mouth get tongue raped by some other rich, good-looking guy? Because, seriously, Uchiha wasn't here to protect him. It was Sasuke's fault that this was happening; the rich bastard couldn't blame anyone else, because, he wasn't here. Wasn't answering his phone. Wasn't trying to contact him. Wasn't here.

So why not? Why not move on? If Sasuke couldn't protect him, why not find someone else who would? Someone who wouldn't leave him hanging so much, someone he could really, truly depend on?

Even if Sasuke had a fit, did it really matter? He had abandoned him. So, why not move on, and find someone better?

But still, for some reason, Naruto's heart didn't buy into his own logic.

He stumbled back, saliva dripping down his chin. He licked his swollen lips, unsure what the hell had just happened. But he didn't get long to think about it.

While Sabakuno Gaara looked smug, excessively pleased with himself and the reaction he had elicited in the beautiful blond, Hyuuga Neji looked angry, his dark eyebrows scrunched up in irritation, his pale eyes flashing dangerously. And before Naruto was able to get his bearings back, before he had regained his breath and his mind had managed to find its way back into the present, he found himself being pulled in the opposite direction, and his lips claimed once more.

This time, however, it was the Hyuuga whose lips descended on his, tilting his head back as he leaned over him and claimed his still swollen, deliciously pink lips.

Really, Naruto didn't know what the hell was going on anymore.

This time, this tongue ravaging his mouth, biting at his lips, tilting his head back with one hand further into the Hyuuga, the other still firm over his wrist, once more stealing his breath away. Naruto had to admit, rich guys sure knew how to kiss.

But still…

And then…

A warm, strong arm wrapped around his waist and quickly pulled him flat against a strong, hard body, away from the hungry lips of Hyuuga Neji. Naruto blinked, and glanced at the newest contender.

Sasuke had finally made it to the party.