Yaay! I'm back, just like I said! Really, though, the next two weeks should be more or less consistent, and if my beta gets around to the other chapters I sent her, I should be able to go at least through new years (more if I get back to writing...). Alright, so not much more to say, so enjoy.
Disclaimer: me not own
Warnings: more cursing, annoying older brothers
beta'd by -Nightly Halo-
When the door to the apartment opened to signal Sasuke's return, it was late in the evening, the sun already starting to make its descent. Mariko had come and gone with dinner. The TV was still on, but the lights weren't. A blond head was focused on the pictures moving on the screen, some anime that Sasuke had never bothered to pay any attention to.
But mostly, on the whole, he was glad the blond hadn't noticed him yet. He was still a little… flustered… about the events of the previous night, when the blond in question was now within reach.
He had woken up pretty early, even for his standards, to find himself in that bed, wearing no clothes, and that same blond now sitting on the couch curled up beside him, equally bare of clothing. Naruto had been sleeping peacefully, almost a happy look on his face. And before he had noticed, he realized he was staring, utterly transfixed, at the blond who was now his.
And remembering all of the… intricate details of the night's events, and feeling his face heat up like nothing had ever stirred before, he jumped out of bed and got ready for work, vaguely remembering in the back of his jumbled mind that he had ditched the past couple of days and probably had stacks of paperwork to deal with.
That, and his brother…
He sighed. His brother would undoubtedly be at work, ready to ask question after question about his new lover. Damn Mariko, for mentioning that. Just because she was a most loyal servant didn't save her from his famous Uchiha wrath, which he would undoubtedly release upon her at his earliest convenience.
He had shuddered again at the thought of his brother as he walked out of the bathroom, ready for a long day of work. But, strangely, he felt something else… Refreshed, maybe. Somehow, he had this strange sensation running through his body that, whatever evils his brother may attempt to get him to speak up about this new lover of his, he would be able to handle it. In fact, as he made his way out of the door and into the shining Tokyo morning sunlight, he felt himself succumb to something utterly unnatural for any Uchiha (minus his mother, but then, she wasn't born Uchiha) to do- he smiled.
Did he dare think it? Today, this morning, he was… Pleased with the world. This annoying world with so many annoying people (especially his brother). This world full of traffic and inconvenience and senselessness and women. Usually, all these things that irked him to no end, suddenly, none of it mattered. Today the chill morning air was refreshing, the murmur of passing people wasn't irritating, he didn't mind waiting at the light for it to change so he could cross the street, he didn't mind the outright stare and drool of the girl across the counter as he waited for his morning manjuu(1), he didn't mind anything. Everything was… fine.
It was a new experience for him, Uchiha Sasuke, youngest son of the Uchiha's head family. All his life he had been irritated by so many things, so many people, but now… It just didn't seem important.
As he walked back to where his car was parked, steaming manjuu in hand, he reflected on the change. And in his mind appeared that face again, those beautiful blue eyes. He actually almost found himself thinking maybe his brother was right; all he needed was a good lay.
He erased that thought from his mind when he nearly ran into a pole, reminding himself it was taboo to ever even consider that Itachi could be right about anything. And with that thought firmly in mind he arrived safely at work, parked in his reserved spot and made his way up to his office.
And another good thing happened. Itachi didn't show up for work.
Maybe it was just a wish come true, or that he had just forgotten Itachi was scheduled to attend some conference today, but he was pleased. Another day of dodging the one person who could really get under his skin. And so, his day went pleasantly. And now… Now he was back.
Naruto continued to stare intently at the screen, jumping up and cheering at the show, before it cut to commercials and he groaned in irritation. Sasuke got a sudden flashback of last night at the sound.
The sudden shriek caught him off guard as he was muddled in his thoughts.
Refocusing on the blond, big blue eyes stared back, and Naruto was biting his lower lip. Dark eyes focused on the action, and seeming to notice the attention, Naruto stopped.
And glared.
That… wasn't the reaction Sasuke was expecting. But then, the blond had been surprising him a lot. Not that he could say he knew enough about the blond to be able to anticipate reactions, but still.
"Uh… Tadaima." Did he just say what he thought he had? Since when did he start using words like "I'm home"? He had barely, begrudgingly said it to his mother, but now…?
"Okaeri, Bastard."
Okay… Bastard? Had he missed something?
Sasuke frowned and put his suitcase on the floor and pulled off his shoes, feeling those eyes still glaring at him. His day didn't feel so great anymore, needless to say. He cleared his throat and walked further into the room, still feeling those eyes on him, even when the show came back on and the battle to save the day resumed.
"Where were you all day?" the blond finally spoke. Sasuke could hear the annoyance in his voice.
"At work, which I mentioned yesterday," Sasuke replied, not liking that his voice had nearly failed him. What the hell was going on? He was Uchiha Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke does not get intimidated, least of all by a cute, slight blond who was… still… just sitting there on the couch.
He stopped where he was and frowned back at the blond. "Is there something wrong?"
The expression had faltered slightly as Naruto tried to recall if something about 'work' had been mentioned, but that wasn't the point. "Asshole!" Naruto shouted, and Sasuke suddenly had a face full of fluffy pillow. He stared, once more shocked, at the piece of furniture now at his feet.
"What the hell kind of manners were you taught!" Naruto continued. "Just leaving me to wake up all alone. It was my first time, you jerk. You were supposed to be there and… and…"
Sasuke looked back up to see the slight redness in the blond's cheeks, which could be seen mostly due to the bright lights coming from the TV screen.
"And you didn't even leave me any medicine. My back hurt like hell and I couldn't even stand properly!"
A dark eyebrow went up and, he couldn't help it, he smirked. "Oh? Is that what this is about? You wanted me to carry you around the apartment princess style?"
"Wha-" He was satisfied by the incoherent sounds now emerging from the blond's mouth, and he, once more confident, and extremely pleased with himself, made his way to the couch and leaned down, silencing those stuttering lips with his own. He was very much pleased to feel how quickly the blond surrendered.
This… this is what he had wanted; ever since his eyes met those blue. And now… everything was as it should be. He pulled the blond up, a bit of protesting from the blond once more quickly silenced as he took as much of the blond's weight as he could on himself and led them to the bedroom, where he was soon on top of the blond and pulling his clothes off.
Things were finally, finally going well.
Until his phone rang.
"Fuck!" Sasuke growled as he recognized that ring tone. It was his brother. And his brother could not be ignored. If Sasuke didn't answer quickly, the asshole would keep calling for the rest of the night.
Reluctantly, he crawled off of his blond and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and answered.
"What," he growled into the phone. Naruto was starting to sit up and turned the lamp beside the bed on.
"What a pleasant greeting, as always, little brother. I heard you made it into work today."
Sasuke ground his teeth. "And I was glad to see you didn't."
"It was unavoidable, I'm afraid. But worry not, dear little brother. Tomorrow I will be there, all ready to hear all about this new lover of yours. And of course, arrangements shall be made so that we may be introduced at the earliest possible convenience. Nothing could keep me from such an occasion."
Sasuke stiffened, then forced himself to relax. "Of course not." That would be hoping for too much, he added in his mind.
"Um, Sasuke?" Naruto interrupted. Sasuke's attention returned to his blond.
"Sasuke, who was that?" Itachi's voice perked up. Sasuke scowled and covered the phone as best he could.
"What is it?"
"Could you get off of me so I can go back to the living room?" Sasuke sighed. So much for his plans for the night. For a second he considered hanging up on his brother and resuming, but then he remembered his brother was the devil and would likely interrupt again. Especially now that the bastard knew he was with someone. Someone on a first name basis with him.
He sighed in defeat. "Yeah, whatever." He shifted, repositioning himself to get off of the blond, reaching over to help him up. Naruto's eyes met his, and suddenly, again, everything else was forgotten and Naruto once more was pinned to the bed.
The phone was discarded (screw Itachi), and the two lost themselves in some intense kissing.
Until the phone started ringing again. Itachi had likely hung up just to call again. He could never not be the center of attention for long.
"Damn it," Sasuke growled as he pulled away from his blond. Naruto was frowning.
"Who is that?" he inquired curiously.
Sasuke rubbed irately at his eyes, trying to relieve the growing migraine and spoke before thinking. "My brother."
He didn't notice Naruto's eyes widening. "Your brother?"
It vaguely struck something in Naruto's mind that he'd heard something about a 'brother' before.
Sasuke turned and glared at the phone lying innocently enough on the floor. It was still ringing.
"I'll explain more later. I need to answer, or it'll never stop." Sasuke sat up and reached down for the phone, making his way out into the living room, lights turning on in his wake.
Naruto frowned as he watched him go, not wanting to think about why he was now so irritated.
"Later?" Naruto grumbled to himself, forcing the irritation elsewhere. "What a jerk." He sighed and let his head fall on the pillow, suddenly feeling exhausted.
Right, he still wasn't a hundred percent, and his back still ached a little. Plus he had been worked up all day, not knowing where Sasuke had disappeared to. Though now that he thought about it, the jerk did actually mention he had to be at work today. Oops.
He yawned, now feeling himself lulled by the comfortable bed and the erased worries, and was soon asleep.
Sasuke walked in not much later to see the blond curled up on the bed, covers pushed to all corners.
With a long-suffering sigh, brought on by the ever annoying creature known to all as his brother, he rubbed at his head again and prepared to sleep as well. Maybe things would be better in the morning.
Like hell.
(1) steamed meat buns
Updated 3.30.18