Please note that there have been changes made to the story.

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Title: Morning Trends

Author: Jin

Summary: One ghastly morning leads to another...and another--the days when Naruto doesn't want to get up. SasuNaru, YAOI, formerly known as "Violate my Junketsu, Why Don't You?"

Rating: NC-17 for this chapter (due to boyxboy romance, descriptions of sexual activities, sexual themes and adult language)

Disclaimer: Naruto, the series, was created, is illustrated and written by Masashi Kishimoto. The anime and manga rights belong to some other people. Naruto doesn't belong to me. This is merely a work of fanfiction.

Spoilers: Up to manga chp 231

Chapter 2: Memory Bites

Naruto came to with a vague feeling of deja vu. Hadn't he already woken to a morning of feeling like shit? His head was, or should he say 'still,' hurting like hell, as if it had hit something hard, something that was perhaps not so dissimilar to the floor of his room. With a groan of pain, he forced his eyes to open and stared at the ceiling. Memories of that morning soon caught up with him.

That's right. Sasuke and I.... We.... Damn it! Naruto groaned once more and buried his head under the covers. He, admittedly, gave enough thought to sex but that Sasuke would be his first never ever crossed his mind. What am I going to do? he bemoaned silently. Was there even something that he could do, really? It had already happened, after all. Get a grip, Naruto! he told himself. Just deny that anything happened. Deny!

"It didn't happen!" Naruto said weakly. Somehow he, himself, was not so convinced.

"What didn't happen?"

Naruto lifted his head and looked to the direction of the voice. He was shocked to find the laziest ninja in Konoha sitting at the end of his bed. "Shikamaru?"

"Hey," was Shikamaru's languid greeting to his blond friend. The Nara boy then lifted an eyebrow in inquiry. "What didn't happen, Naruto?"

"Nothing!" Naruto was quick to say. Shikamaru did not look like he believed his friend. The blond threw him an irritated look. "What are you doing here anyway?" he asked.

Instead of answering the question, Shikamaru chuckled slightly and said, "You have a headache, don't you, Naruto?"

"Yeah," Naruto said dramatically. Now that there was someone to be compassionate, Naruto was going to soak up all the sympathy that he could get. Wonder if I could sob my way to some free ramen. "And I'm so hungry too, Shikamaru. You have no idea. I was puking really early this morning. I thought I was going to die."

Shikamaru smiled at his friend, moved closer...and whacked Naruto's head.

"Hey, that hurt!" the already-pained jounin complained, rubbing the targeted spot on his head. Talk about insensitive friends, he silently groused.

"You deserve that, idiot," Shikamaru told him.

"What are you talking about?" Naruto whined. He was supposed to get sympathy! Where was the damn sympathy?!

"You, oh-future-Hokage of Konoha," Shikamaru said, rolling his eyes, "have a hangover."

"Oh. That explains a lot," he said so plainly.

A nerve began to throb erratically on Shikamaru's temple at Naruto's nonchalant reaction. Jeez, he doesn't get it at all. He watched as Naruto began pouting and bemoaning his aching head. Probably acting out for some sympathy.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pouch and handed it to the whimpering blond. "Here," he said.

"What's this?" Naruto asked, taking the proffered pouch anyway.

"It's medicine."

In a blur of movements, Naruto launched himself at the raven-haired boy. Affectionately, albeit a bit painfully, he hugged Shikamaru, knowing that the medicine was his friend's way of saying he cared. "Thanks, Shikamaru! You're the best!"

"Sure. Sure," the other teen muttered as he pried Naruto from him, dissuading the blond from any more acts of affection. Naruto was like a little kid, still attacking people with hugs. That or a hyperactive girl, Shikamaru thought with a quiet chuckle. He saw Naruto skip to his refrigerator to get some water and it amused him to note that Naruto used his hips to close the ref. Definitely a hyperactive girl. One who curses profusely and is really annoying.

Shikamaru made a face and decided to change his train of thought immediately. Thinking of Naruto's feminine traits might be damaging to my sanity. He opted instead to ask Naruto about something that was niggling at the back of his mind since the night before. "So, Naruto, how was Sasuke last night?"

Naruto was suddenly attacked by a hacking cough and choked on his water. It was Shikamaru's fortune that he was not in the way of the blond's own shower of water and spit.

After regaining the power of speech, a red-faced Naruto started shouting. "What the hell, Shikamaru?! You little pervert! I'm not going to tell you! Besides how am I supposed to know?! I don't know! Of course, I wouldn't! Sasuke can just go to hell! If anyone asks, deny! Deny! Deny!"

A moment of silence met Naruto's declaration.

"Did I give you the wrong pills or something?" Shikamaru asked, face screwed up in suspicion at his heavily panting friend. Naruto was insane. "Don't you remember last night?"

"I was asleep. That's all!" Naruto quickly said with a lot of conviction. He looked away from Shikamaru for a few moments and whispered to himself, "That's right. I was asleep. Stick with that story, Naruto."

He turned back to Shikamaru, eyes glinting in glee. He had found his story. Now to convince Shikamaru.

The raven-haired teen, however, was not so convinced by Naruto. Freaked out, maybe, but not convinced. He was sure that Naruto had been at Jiraiya's little celebration last night because, unlike some idiots, he had not imbibed large amounts of alcohol in one night. "Idiot, you weren't asleep!"

"Yes, I was," Naruto insisted. "You wouldn't know. You're not me."

"Oh so you're saying that, last night, it was a different blond shinobi who tried to drink Kiba under the table?" Shikamaru said sarcastically.

"Ye--wha--what?" Naruto looked slightly stunned.

"How drunk were you exactly?"

"Wait! Last night! I remember!" Naruto cried, gaining some small bit of non-existent triumph. "You're right! I was drinking with Kiba. I was drunk!"

"Jeez! You're making me tired," Shikamaru declared as he flopped down on Naruto's bed, finally giving up on having a remotely normal conversation with Naruto. "Damn it! Give me some painkillers."

Naruto ignored Shikamaru in favor of putting two and two together. Everything was finally starting to click. "Sasuke was drunk last night too."

"Yeah. It was pretty unbelievable," was Shikamaru's amused comment. "I mean you and Kiba making asses out of yourselves made sense. But Sasuke? He may not be as rigid as Neji but he's such a loner."

Shikamaru was half-expecting Naruto to start raving about what a pansy Sasuke was and how he could not hold his alcohol but the anti-Sasuke was strangely silent. He sat back up on the bed to see Naruto looking oddly lost. "Naruto? Hey."

"We were both drunk," Naruto said softly, a sense of disbelief underlying the statement. It disturbed Shikamaru to see Naruto so...upset by the idea of him and Sasuke both drinking. By far, that reaction was not the one Shikamaru expected to see.

"We were both so drunk," Naruto said once more, a small and mirthless smile on his face.

"Yeah," Shikamaru said uncertainly. He was not quite sure on how to deal with this Naruto. Naruto so emotionally beset was hard to imagine, yet there it was. "What's wrong, Naruto?"

"WE WERE DRUNK!!" Naruto suddenly yelled at the top of his voice.

"Um, yeah. You don't need to announce it to the whole world."

Naruto trudged back to his bed and sat beside his raven-haired friend. He was somberly silent and that made Shikamaru even more uneasy. He had thought that, while giving Naruto medicine, it might be fun to tease the blond for being so pleasant to Sasuke the night before. The two were so cold to each other. Actually, it was more that Sasuke was cold to everyone but Naruto was specifically frigid to the Uchiha boy. Everyone knew it was because Sasuke had left Konoha to gain more power from Orochimaru. Naruto, though, still referred to it as 'joining the enemy,' something that was highly unforgivable from the blond's perspective.

Everyone also thought that Naruto would get over it within a month's time. Naruto showed them what they knew. Six years after, Naruto was still avoiding or ignoring Sasuke.

"It's not like you were the worst, you know," Shikamaru said in an attempt to get Naruto out of his funk. "Kiba actually passed out. You were more of the 'singing-badly-and-loudly' kind of drunk."

"Sasuke...."

"Oh, Sasuke was more of the 'silent-and-smiles-a-lot' kind of drunk. He frea--"

Shikamaru was unable to finish as Naruto stood up, grabbed him by the collar of his flak jacket and was shaking him for all that he was worth. "Why did you put a drunk Sasuke in my room?! Why didn't you bring him home to his own house, huh? Was it too tiresome? Is that it? Were you too lazy, Shikamaru, you shit-for-brains asshole!?!"

"You're...urgggh...choking...me," Shikamaru managed to 'choke out' between shakes.

Naruto dumped Shikamaru on the floor and glared. He needed to blame someone and since the "ero-jounin" had already left, Naruto would settle on Shikamaru.

"What are you talking about?" Shikamaru asked feebly, weak from lack of air. "Sasuke was the one who brought you home."

"What?!"

"He said he wasn't so drunk and, even though he was smiling a lot, we sort of believed him. He said he'd take you home," Shikamaru said a bit sullenly for the mistreatment. "What are you mad at me for?" If anyone's to blame, it's Jiraiya. Giving alcohol to minors. What the hell was he thinking?

"He...brought...me...home?" Naruto murmured, not quite believing the words.

"Is that what you're mad about? That he had spent the night here?" Shikamaru asked, incredulous. "Shit, Naruto. He was drunk." He looked at Naruto sadly. "We actually thought you'd be friends again after last night. You guys were getting along so well. You almost convinced him to sing with you."

"I was drunk," Naruto replied dryly.

Shikamaru sighed. "Jeez, and Sakura was so happy that you and Sasuke had patched things up."

"Like I said, I was drunk," Naruto said, frowning and silently daring Shikamaru to aggravate him further. "She should just be glad I don't try to kill the guy. I could have pushed him off a bridge and made it look like an accident."

"Last night, Sakura said that you two used to work so well together."

"Shut up."

"He was your first kiss; I saw it myself."

"Go any further than that, you bastard, and I'll tell everyone about that girl from Water Country."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes but he, nonetheless, shut up.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Naruto said, chuckling lightly. He did not want to talk about Sasuke any time soon. In fact, at the moment he only wanted to talk about food and so he grinned mischievously at Shikamaru. "So you going to treat me to ramen or not?"

"Shit. I knew I shouldn't have bothered to come here," Shikamaru said resignedly. "You make me tired, Naruto."

"You make me hungry, Shikamaru."

Shikamaru sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. If only there are pills for Naruto-induced headaches.

"Hold on. I need to pee."

He watched in a mix of exasperation and weariness as Naruto skipped to his bathroom. Maybe I should take up smoking like Asuma for the stress Naruto is giving me. He laid his head back down on Naruto's bed, the talk with Naruto having truly drained his energy.

He was seconds from blissful sleep when his hands caught on some fabric. He tried swatting it away without much avail. He, instead, picked up what looked like an extra bedsheet that had been haphazardly thrown on the floor and prepared to hurl it to the laundry basket when it unfolded right in front of him. He was torn between laughing and disinfecting his hands when he saw how the bedsheet had been soiled. Clumps of dried up white stuff were sticking to the cloth. Naruto seems to have indulged on some self-love. Judging from the state of the bedsheet, Naruto has indulged in self-love just recently. Ew.

Shikamaru made a disgusted face and moved away from the bed. He did not want to imagine what Naruto did on that bed now that he had fodder for his imagination.

He was dragged away from his musings when Naruto emerged from the bathroom sans the black turtleneck that he had previously worn. Instead, he had changed into a plain white t-shirt. Shikamaru's eyes bugged out at what he saw. "Naruto."

"What?"

Shikamaru tried to get the words out but could not say it. He started pointing frantically to his own neck. He was certainly getting too much information about Naruto's sex life. Naruto, however, did not seem to have a clue.

"What?" Naruto asked, confused by Shikamaru's gestures. "Someone died?"

Shikamaru shook his head, frustrated, and sped up his motions, even adding another hand to point to his neck.

"You're choking?"

Shikamaru sighed. Naruto would never get it. "Naruto, go back and look at yourself in the mirror. You have a million and one hickeys on you neck."

"Whaaatt!!!" Naruto started frantically clawing at his neck. "Hickeys?! What are you talking about? I can't go out with hickeys!"

"A million and one of them," Shikamaru reminded his friend casually.

"Shut up! You're not helping!"

"So I guess we're not going to go eat ramen now, huh?"

Naruto looked stunned for a moment and then, "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Damn you, Sasuke! You have ruined my free ramen!"

"Sasuke?!!"

Oops. Naruto forgot about Shikamaru for a while there.

"Oh shit, you had sex with Sasuke!"

Uchiha Sasuke was not a nice guy and he would readily admit to that. He once told Sakura she was annoying even if the girl was madly in love with him. He had tauntingly called Naruto 'Mr. Scaredy-cat' even if the blond's ego was already badly bruised. Six years ago, he had willingly put a whole village at risk for the sake of attaining more power. He was not afraid to commit cold-blooded murder at the age of twelve.

It was expected that he would just leave Naruto unconscious on the floor. In fact, Sasuke had intended to do just that. After all, the mess did not only involve Naruto. Sasuke was close to vomiting from extreme panic. Waking up naked on someone else's bed can do that to you. It did not help that he had no recollection of the pertinent events prior to waking up nude in Naruto's bed. Oh he could conclude that he had been drunk. That much was obvious from the immense headache and the forgotten memories. It was the things that he did with Naruto while he was inebriated that worried him.

Moving to the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart, Sasuke quickly got up, stole some of Naruto's clothes and started to flee the scene. That was until the sight of a pathetic-looking Naruto on the ground stopped him. Fainting was something Naruto might do. The idiot was really prone to theatrics. And he's really good at it too.

Sasuke exhaled deeply, as if in resignation, and carried the blond back to bed. Oddly enough, holding Naruto was calming to Sasuke's heart. Hence, having regained some composure, he disposed of the dirty bed sheets by kicking them away and placed Naruto on a clean bed.

He was in the middle of deciding between staying to talk the problem over with Naruto or leaving to escape questions that he could not answer when he heard Shikamaru at the door. The other boy was muttering his usual 'this is so tiresome' comments while knocking. Sasuke decided then that he really didn't want to stay after all. He flicked Naruto's forehead as a way of saying goodbye then jumped out through the window. He ran the rest of the way home.

Upon arriving at his place, he went straight to his room and practically collapsed on the bed. The facts of that morning was finally starting to settle in. He had been drinking the night before and woke up in Naruto's bed naked.

Sasuke knew there was only one course of action: deny that anything happened. Judging from Naruto's reaction that morning, the blond would be more than willing to do the same thing. So everything would be fine.

Sasuke draped an arm across his eyes, an act he did on mornings when he did not only want to block away the sun but a couple of memories as well. It was then that Sasuke sniffed some familiar yet out-of-place scent on himself. He could smell the remnants of alcohol in his mouth and that scent seemed to infect the rest of his body, yes, but the odd scent was more subdued than the awful stench of alcohol. He likely would not have noticed it if his arm hadn't been close to his nose. It was nice, as a matter of fact, like a mix of citrus and herbs. It was fresh. It smelled like….

Sasuke groaned when he realized. This was Naruto's scent, like orange peels and basil…like a sunny morning after a night of rain and, damn it, screw his poetic side. He did not want to have Naruto's scent on him.

He got up and removed his clothes. Those smell too much like Naruto. I have to give those back to him. He tried thinking of Naruto's possible reaction should he find out that his clothes were stolen. Forget it. I'll just burn those. That idiot probably won't notice that he's missing those anyway.

He stepped into the shower and determinedly tried to wash Naruto's scent away with a lot of soap. However, no matter how much soap he used, he could still smell the damn thing. It's all in your head, stupid. Frustrated, he threw the bar of soap and gave up. He also slammed the bathroom door on his way out just to spite his shower for being ineffective.

Falling back on the bed, still wet and naked, he returned to the habit of draping his arm across his eyes. Logically, he knew that the scent was no longer there but his mind would not let him forget. Worse, his groin was starting to react to the memory. As it turned out, his libido may very well be Sasuke's worst enemy.

On that note, Sasuke decided to indulge.

He let his hand fall to his chest and trail down his stomach, just brushing his fingertips lightly against his skin. He started to think of the perfect girl to fantasize about. She would be blond...mmm, and have spiky hair. She would stare up at him playfully with baby blue eyes.

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paragraphs taken out for NC-17 material.
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Long after, he still laid on his bed panting, although sated and trying to recover from the orgasm. When he opened his eyes, he was left bereft of all pleasant thoughts. There was no Naruto present. He closed his eyes again. He felt oddly beaten. Now, he would not even be able to deny that anything happened between him and Naruto, simply because he would never be able to forget.

To be continued...

Changes in this chapter: the memories of the drunken night. I decided that I disliked the whole tied Naruto to the bed thing.