AN: First off, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed last chapter :D Thank you thank you thank you, I love you guys!

Second off, I'd like to give a special thanks to Iceheart19. :) You're completely correct, Sasuke doesn't know about the kyuubi. I'd like to blame this on my sad addiction to late night fic writing, when my mind doesn't completely function properly and I forget completely obvious details to one of my favorite anime. I did it again with this chapter :( (The late night writing, not the mistake...) So thank you, I wouldn't have caught that myself

And third off.. eh.. on with the show :D

Warnings and disclamers: Don't own, neither do you (I'd imagine, at least) Contains yaoi, a semi OOC Sasuke, a naked Naruto and a bit of fluff :)

He gasped, basking in the pleasure that the body above him was causing. It was amazing, this feeling of skin on skin and body pressed to body. Sasuke trailed his tongue down Naruto's neck and began to nibble lightly on the boy's collar bone, receiving a small mewl as a reward. Smirking, the ebony haired youth moved up once again to claim Naruto's mouth with his own, nipping at the lower lip before swiping his tongue over the bite and pulling back to stare at the blond. Naruto whimpered at the lack of contact, "Sasuke..."

Naruto woke up the next morning feeling rather warm and comfortable indeed. Much more so than normal, and it made him wonder why exactly this strange change in comfort had arisen. After all of the training he had gone through, he had assumed that he would be sore at the very least. But here he was, bright and early the next morning, feeling like a brand new Naruto. Ah well, a good night of sleep did that to a person, he supposed, and he really had gotten a nice long sleep. He hadn't woken up once all night, except for that weird disturbance, and he didn't really think he moved that much either.

He did have that strange dream, but Naruto simply put it up to his hormones and too much time with perverted peeping teachers. Choosing to ignore the fact that it was Sasuke in his dreams, and not Sakura or someone, he let out a little content yawn.

But what was that disturbance? He couldn't quite bring himself to remember, as it was fairly early, a bad time for someone like him to be thinking, really, and it had been fairly late when it had happened. Not that it mattered anymore.

He let out a content little sigh, hugging his pillow closer to his body and snuggling his face into it once more. Ah, the joys of going back to sleep in the morning. It was almost better than going to sleep the night before. Almost.

"Don't you dare go back to sleep, dobe," Naruto's pillow growled.

Wait, his pillow... growled? A bit shocked by his talking head rest, Naruto managed to open his eyes wide enough to see that something was most definitely amiss in his apartment. For one thing, it appeared that he was sleeping on the floor. This was odd, as he normally slept in his bed. Most people did, or at least he assumed so, and he could clearly remember getting into bed the night before. Looking down at his pillow, he also vaguely wondered at which point in the night had his pillow case turned blue of all colors. Because, along with remembering getting into bed, he also remembered falling asleep on his white pillow. And it really was a bit firmer than usual. A lot firmer, actually. Kind of like a body.

"Would you mind getting off of me now, Naruto? You've only been hugging me for the past nine and a half hours," There it was again, that growling.

The blond pondered this for a few moments more, before slowly pulling his head up to stare, half asleep, into the glaring red eyes of Uchiha Sasuke. Apparently his pillow had not only turned blue in the night, but also into a living, breathing male, who just so happened to be Naruto's number one biggest rival. And said rival was obviously angry enough to use his sharingan on a completely defenseless little boy, just because he accidentally fell asleep on him or something. This was not good, not good at all. Even Naruto could muster up this piece of knowledge, half asleep and mind not all there. He gulped; he was in trouble, lots of trouble.

"Eh... heh. Morning Sasuke, what are you doing here so early?" Naruto's eye's squeezed shut as he forced an uncomfortable grin.

"I've been here all night," Was the curt reply he received.

Sasuke did not sound amused, not one bit. The blond barely had time to wonder how Sasuke had gotten underneath him in the first place, before he was shoved off of his ever so comfortable pillow in a rather rough manner, landing on the hard floor and sliding a bit towards his actual bed. Whining, the boy got up and rubbed his now sore bottom.

"What the HELL did that pervert do to you, Naruto?" Sasuke hissed the question in Naruto's direction.

The blond just gave him a strange look. Someone had done something to him? Naruto couldn't bring himself to remember anyone doing anything to him, much less Jiraiya, assuming that was who Sasuke was referring to. Shrugging, the boy turned around to find some real clothes, nearly slipping on the strange little hat he always wore to sleep in the process. It must have fallen off during the period where he somehow managed to move from his bed, to on top of Sasuke. Speaking of which, he'd have to ask the boy why in the name of ramen he had snuck into Naruto's apartment in the first place, and how Naruto had ended up on top of him. And speaking of ramen, the faster he got dressed, the faster he could eat breakfast, which was ten times more important than finding out why the stoic Uchiha had broken in.

So it was with thoughts of ramen dancing around his still sleep addled brain that one Uzumaki Naruto, ignoring the mess of mattress and blankets on the floor, began to shuck off first his pajama top, and then his pants, wandering to his closet to find his normal attire to wear for the day, because it simply wasn't acceptable to wander around Konoha in nothing but a forehead protector. Apparently it was, however, quite acceptable to strip down to not a thing in front of one's teammate while looking for something to wear, because that is most definitely what the blond had just done. Sasuke twitched. Damn that bastard.

Sasuke was about to yell at Naruto to have some decency, but thought better of it. That could be awkward. Instead, he turned slightly to the side. If Naruto happened to turn back around, at least he wouldn't think Sasuke was staring at him. Because he definitely wasn't. Not out of the corner of his eye, or through the reflection in the window or anything. At all. And he definitely wasn't thinking about the way Naruto had moaned his name last night in his sleep, rubbing a bit against the other boy's thigh and sighing, before returning to a more peaceful slumber. What he had been dreaming, Sasuke had no way of knowing. Well, polite, unembarrassing way, at least. But he had ideas. And those ideas had put certain ideas int his own head, ideas that he didn't particularly care for, but honestly didn't think were going away anytime soon. Life was harsh.

And good god! Did Naruto have no shame? He was now facing Sasuke's turned form, and stretching his arms in the air waving his clothes while the muscles in his body tightened visibly, before letting out a sigh and making a move to put on his pants. Finally. Thankfully. Kind of. The site had been nice, he had to admit, maybe too nice, and he shifted a bit where he stood.

Sasuke shook his head and went to sit down at the table, waiting for Naruto to get dressed. They were going to go have a little visit with Jiraiya this morning, because while Sasuke didn't care about Naruto's health (he didn't, really he didn't. Not one bit. Honest.), he did care that the idiot might fall asleep on a mission or something, and that would endanger his own health. There was just something not right about the way he had fallen asleep the previous night, and it was obvious there was something odd about him not being able to wake up.

Naruto scratched his head, wandering past where Sasuke was seated and over to his front door, sitting down to pull on his blue sandals. He fixed them tightly onto his feet, checked to make sure his forehead protector was firmly in place, gave a little nod and stood up once more. It wasn't until he was reaching for the knob on the door that Sasuke made his presence once again known, clearing his throat and standing from his seat.

"Oi, where do you think you're going?" Glare.

Naruto turned around, a bit startled, but not put off enough to daunt his enthusiasm for breakfast. "Ramen."

This was enough explanation, he assumed, and moved once more to open the door and make his way to a little place he liked to call heaven. Or Ichiraku, it all depended on whom he was talking with. Unfortunately for Naruto, ramen was not in the schedule of Uchiha Sasuke. No, on the contrary, avoiding ramen and finding a certain ninja of the legendary three was on the schedule. As was dragging along Naruto, because there wasn't really much point in finding the hermit and telling him to fix the blond if said boy was not there.

Sasuke calmly walked over to where Naruto was standing, placing one hand on either side of the boy's head, effectively blocking him from escape. A smirk graced the ebony haired youth's face as he leaned in close and heard Naruto's breath hitch, seeing a look of surprise cover his face. Bringing his mouth close to the blond's ear, his grin widened.

"I spent an entire night pinned under the dead weight of your sleeping ass. You would not wake up when I yelled, you would not wake up when I mentioned ramen, and I had no way of moving you. I'm going to assume that there is something seriously wrong with you, and it was caused by that perverted hermit of a teacher you've got. Meaning we're going to go fix it. No breakfast, no ramen. Got it?" pause, snicker. "Oh, and, you sounded pretty sexy when you moaned my name in your sleep last night."

Was it possible for Naruto to be any more surprised? After Sasuke had pinned him to the wall, he hadn't thought so. But with the boy's last comment, he was afraid he might have a heart attack from the amount of shock he was feeling. He had moaned that out loud last night? He damned his hormones to hell. Sasuke was more than likely about to kill him right now, probably planning on leading him into a back alley and whipping out Chidori, just using Jiraiya as an excuse. But if he was going to kill him, could the sharingan user at least have the decency not to mock him about it?

Or maybe he wasn't mocking. Because Naruto could have sworn he had just felt Sasuke brush his lips against his own. He couldn't be positive, because he had shut his eyes in an attempt to shield himself from oncoming attacks, but he was pretty damn sure. They snapped open, though, when the sensation returned. Yeah, he was definitely being kissed. And it was definitely Sasuke. And not that it didn't feel nice or anything, because it did, this was Sasuke after all, but it was more than definitely confusing. Maybe he really was just screwing with Naruto. And it was that train of thought that made him frown considerably, before pooling a good deal of chakra into pushing Sasuke the fuck off of him. He really didn't like being mocked.

It was also at that point in time that his mind chose to fall asleep once more, consciousness flooding from his body and leaving him completely unable to keep himself standing. Not that he cared, mind you, he was asleep. But Sasuke cared a great deal, because after the push from Naruto, and his own falling on his butt, the blond decided to fall right into his lap. Rather painfully, in fact, and he grunted as the boy made contact with him. God damn it was going to be a long day, and he winced a little in pain as he sighed hefted Naruto onto his shoulder, and then the both of them off the floor.

Sasuke really wished Naruto hadn't pushed him away, because he had been enjoying himself. Yeah, it was random, slightly unorthodox, greatly out of his character and most definitely insane. He still had not a clue as to what had actually possessed him to act so quickly on those feelings that he had received that morning, although Naruto's blatant display of skin could have had something to do with it. It also could have had something to do with the fact that Sasuke had felt an oncoming rant about the lack of ramen hanging in the air, and the only way to keep the blond quiet would be to keep his mouth occupied. Either way, it hadn't been planned, it hadn't been expected and it most definitely had not gone over well. He had enjoyed it all the same, and he thoroughly planned on doing it again sometime soon.

Now, however, he had a mission. Find Jiraiya before A. Naruto got himself killed by falling asleep in a fight, or even merely the middle of the road, B. Sasuke landed in anymore awkward situations, and C. Naruto's falling asleep landed Sasuke in a painfully awkward situation that got the both of them killed.

AN: Yeah! Finished chapter 2 at 2:14 am. That's like.. 15 minutes earlier than last chapter. However, the quality is still just as poor. I need to stop writing this late. But seeing as I have a late night plane ride tomorrow, that's probably not going to happen. I have full plans to write chapter three on the plane. :) Review pleases?