He's breaking about fifteen rules getting in Sasuke's gunmetal grey GTR. This wasn't part of the plan, even if there wasn't any plan to start with. There is only a game. And that game was to get as close to Sasuke as his heart allows without having to fall into bed with the dark haired bastard.
Like moth to a flame. And that's exactly how he found himself, getting out of Sasuke's car and walking inside a beautiful black and white house. He hopes that this thing between them is just a challenge for him, nothing more, because it feels like he is the one being controlled and not the other way around.
He should have known. With what Sasuke told him the first thing after he introduced himself. I think we have a friend in common. Really though? The same pickup line he uses? Bah, he should have known. Now he's made his bed and it seems like Floris would be his downfall once again. Fuck you, Sai. He thinks because he's fallen victim to the stupid cologne and the stupid Uchiha.
He's not sure if leaving his motor bike at the diner was a good idea or not, but he trusted that Misa is really into him to watch the bike in his absence. He bought it with his own money so it better still be there when he gets back because he skipped seven months of gym just to pay for it.
Oh, but who is he kidding? This day is still horrible no matter the angle; because one, he left his bike in a diner. Two, he ditched Shikamaru on Kurenai's quiz. And three, he promised himself that he'll only be flirting, but it's already 11 PM and there's a dark haired man shoving him to the wall, teeth already digging in his lower lip.
Sasuke is growling in his mouth and heat starts to build in Naruto's gut. The blonde lunges for Sasuke's lips but gets denied when the Uchiha pulls back with a taunting grin.
Naruto gets frustrated by that stupid curl of Sasuke's mouth and pulls the other man by his collar, mashing their lips together in frenzy.
Damn, what is he doing? I don't know but I don't want to stop. Naruto thinks feverishly and feels the hotness of Sasuke's mouth invade his lips. He's not arguing with his logic now because he's been taken over by a monstrous desire and all he wants is to get eaten whole by the beast that is Uchiha Sasuke.
He moans when the dark haired man licks his lips and coaxes his own into a slick dance. Sasuke swallows that moan and crowds Naruto further into the wall, hiking the blonde on his hips and wrapping his legs around his waist.
All day he'd been turning down Shikamaru's calls in favor of entertaining Sasuke and his endearing (irritating) passive-aggressiveness. The guy's been all take and no give, and Naruto's been driven crazy because he doesn't understand why he's so into this bastard. Sasuke's mostly been trying to get a rise out of him and Naruto is certain that the Uchiha is enjoying this push and pull between them.
Naruto's already lost count how many times he wanted to punch and/or kiss the man. He's fists were so confused because he didn't know whether to pull Sasuke's collar so he can raze him to the ground, or to pull because he wanted to feel those lips on his.
But that's beside the point now, because he is feeling those lips on him, on that sweet, sweet spot just below his jaw, the skin right down his ear. He hisses at the contact and embarrassingly, he shivers, because he's not usually a shivering mewling mess like this, but what the hell, right? It's too good and he doesn't want Sasuke to stop.
"God, please don't stop." He pleads and it is at this moment that his resolve of fighting back weakens to a singular percent. "Don't stop."
He hears a ring in the silence of Sasuke's house and they both jump in their skins. He is placed down on his feet and Naruto mourns the loss of the dark haired man's presence when Sasuke steps back and pulls out his phone.
"Sorry, all my calls are important. Work and shit." Sasuke waves at him apologetically and it's the first time that Naruto sees a flaw in the man's savage yet in-control attitude. The guy wasn't really as evil as he first thought. For that, he is grateful and if it was possible, more turned on.
Naruto shrugs and wanders inside Sasuke's house. Let the bastard come to him. It's not like the blonde's the only one crazy about him. No. This makes Naruto laugh, the sound of it echoing in Sasuke's hallway. Naruto is willing to bet that Sasuke is crazier for him, if this is what his furious and angry flirting the whole day led to.
He doesn't care for the call but he hears bits of it from the other room and surmises that Sasuke must have a pretty big job if it means denying his erection its desires for a few minutes of off-hour calls.
"I know... secured... let me know... alright, bye." Naruto smiles after hearing that and sees a Helmut Newton on the wall of the living room, next to a portrait of the Notre Dame.
"Ah, no wonder. He really is a rich bastard." Naruto comments quietly as he admires the portrait of a playboy bunny with one of her breasts spilling out. He tilts the frame at a very imperceptible angle, too little to be noticed unless given sharp attention. He didn't think Sasuke was one for these kinds of pictures, but Naruto doesn't know how a rich man lives, so he assumes that being egotistic and classily perverted was how they go.
Seeing a book case at the other side of the living room, he approaches it and skims the authors on the spines. Jane Austen, Leo Tolstoy, Shakespeare, JD Salinger, Harper Lee, and Vladimir Nabokov. Classic literature writers in the top row but a whole two rows of Jiraiya's Icha Icha series in the middle?
Sasuke really is a strange rich man to be reading Erotica and Classics, and never forget that Helmut Newton. But then again, who is he to judge when he's about to get deeply invested with the dark haired man of his nightmare? Naruto laughs to himself because no strings attached is what he thinks this is. Pulling out Nabokov's Lolita and slipping it in the middle of the Icha Icha collection, he smiles to himself with this small victory.
He turns to sit on the couch but freezes when he sniffs Floris once more. Sasuke is behind him, silent as the dead and Naruto doesn't know how long he's been standing there. So he asks, a nervous laugh accompanying the question.
"The moment you finished putting that book in the wrong place." Sasuke answers a bit irritably and Naruto feels a smile tug on his lips.
He's finally gotten the man out of character. Not so smooth after all as the blonde sees Sasuke's brows dip just a fraction. It makes him lick his lips in anticipation thinking about the things he can do to break this man.
He can't wait to ruin Sasuke's cool veneer. Have his fingers run through the Uchiha's perfectly combed watermelon seed black hair. To take this man in his mouth and have him sweating in his Burberry suit, shaking in his Prada shoes as he tells the blonde do that again, don't stop.
Naruto's already vibrating with those thoughts, and he can't help but grin like a starved man as Sasuke's brows furrow deeper when he notices the discreet imperfection of the Helmut Newton.
As quick and violent as lightning, Sasuke crosses to the other side of the living room to correct the portrait. He returns in just three strides back to Naruto to place Lolita from the Icha Icha series, back in the top row. He clicks his tongue as if admonishing the blonde and closes his eyes, calming himself.
"Follow me." The Uchiha tells Naruto and the blonde tilts his head in defiance.
"I've got two rules for us both." Naruto says and walks over to the couch, sitting on it haphazardly as he places his feet on the low table.
Sasuke frowns at his mud packed boots, making Naruto smile.
He's doing this on purpose, riling Sasuke up to see how he would snap and dominate the blonde. If it gets wild between them then Naruto could reason that this was only sex and nothing more. He could do this, sleep with the dark haired man and rid himself of the trauma of having to fall in love with his nightmare. If he proves to be right then Naruto is free. No more hair qualification, just plain and dirty sex with anyone, and he won't be afraid of getting his heart broken.
He's aware that he's using Sasuke, a rich and handsome bachelor. He could practically get away with anything if he allows things to go more ways with this man. But he can't, because deep in his head, he's still afraid that Sasuke is the one and he's just setting up his heart for a heartbreak that could possibly cost him his life.
"I need no rules." Sasuke says darkly, his face glowing with silent ferocity and Naruto's heart hammers in his chest.
Boy, not now. He tells his heart and Naruto's cool facade almost breaks. He schools his face into that of a casual indifference.
"Just two. Only two." The blonde replies nonchalantly and taps his feet on the low table, making Sasuke close his eyes in frustration as the dirt and mud specks land on the table top.
"You come in my house, ruining the small things, dirtying my furniture, and you demand I follow your rules?" Sasuke growls at him, fists clenching and unclenching.
Naruto bites back the chuckle that's trying to make its way past his throat. This is too easy. He thinks he can do this. He thinks he can use Sasuke for his own gain. This is how it's supposed to be for Naruto. Sasuke is just another one of his conquests, the first of many dark haired men and women, and he's about to prove his reputation once again, if hedoesn't fall to pieces after this.
"First rule. Only one night." Naruto tells the Uchiha and Sasuke takes a step forward, ripping the silk tie from his neck. Naruto bites his lip, appreciating the action.
"Get your feet off of the table." Sasuke stares him down and Naruto lifts his head defiantly, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.
"Second rule." The blonde begins but Sasuke is already reaching for his feet. Naruto evades him and places his booted feet onto the clean pristine couch.
Sasuke freezes at his action. Eyes blazing at the stain that his boots probably made.
"You can't order me around." Naruto finishes and smirks expectantly at the Uchiha. Two rules, one he should never break, lest he break his heart. And the second one, he could certainly break because for once, Naruto would allow himself to be dominated; and for that Sasuke would have the honor.
"So let's play a game." Naruto holds out two fingers as if taunting Sasuke with the two rules. Sasuke's jaw twitches.
"You follow me." The Uchiha says, deceivingly calm but Naruto can see his eyes blazing red with barely restrained anger... or was it delight? The bastard's enjoying this and the realization shoots Naruto's nerves with molten desire.
"I don't think so." Naruto scoffs, his face warping into a devilish grin.
Like a fox, Sasuke thinks and he smiles maliciously, meeting the challenge head on.
"Get off the couch." He orders and unbuttons his coat, removing it with practiced ease and placing it neatly on the back of the smaller couch.
Naruto raises a brow at him and laughs.
"No."
There is a rumble in Sasuke's chest when he drags Naruto's feet off of the furniture, roughly distributing the blonde's feet on the floor.
Naruto is having fun with this and it shows in his face. The way he's grinning and biting his lip just screams daddy please, and he knows that Sasuke is watching him, can smell the excitement off of him. If this doesn't free him from his safety pins, then he chose Sasuke in vain. All this flirting and seducing and bottoming would be in vain, and man that would be a pain in the ass-literally-if not so much as the heart.
"You know Sasuke, there can only be one bottom tonight." Naruto comments as he opens his legs wider to let Sasuke come closer.
"Got any idea who that is?" Sasuke asks and combs his fingers through Naruto's golden locks. Looking down at him through beautiful dark lashes.
"Hn." Naruto imitates his neutral response to everything and grins lopsidedly. Gazing up at the Uchiha with a smolder that could as well mean stripping him off. The blonde knows what he's doing. Sexual tension is what he does best, and it's only a matter of tipping off the mouse over the cliff for the cat to follow its meal. Naruto is never wrong when it comes to every bedroom warfare. The cat would survive the fall. He would survive the fall.
"On your knees, boy." Sasuke growls at him, gripping his hair tight between his fingers.
Naruto shudders but braces himself for the fall nonetheless.
"Make me."
- O -
Naruto wakes up to the sound of the front door banging harshly on the wall. He managed to ignore the loud sound for a full two seconds, before the warm body he's half draped over jumps awake. The blonde is sent rolling onto the floor, hitting his head on something his skull registers as wood by the sound of the wack.
Fucking table top's made of mahogany. Hissing as he rubs his temple, Naruto squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to make out where the hell he is and what the fuck is happening.
"Sasuke! What in Hashirama's name is this?!" A female voice shrieks and Naruto is forced to crack his eyes open and gaze blurrily at the red and pink figure at the other side of the room.
"It's barely even four. I don't need to do this shit this early in the morning." Naruto hears Sasuke's voice just to his left and he lifts his eyes to focus on the Uchiha.
His eyes adjust to the darkness and dizziness, and zeroes in on that part of Sasuke he's apparently been eyeing. The guy is naked, standing there unabashed when a woman is in the same room he's in. AH, Naruto really thinks this guy's vain but how could he say that when even he appreciates this bold side of Sasuke. He removes his gaze from Uchiha's impressiveness to look at the woman who's fuming at the entrance of the living room.
Naruto sees her, green sea glass eyes and pink hair? He thinks bemusedly and wonders if the carpet matches the drapes. He'll have to find out for himself. Just not this time because he's standing uneasily on his feet as Sasuke and the woman stare each other down, throwing off his reading about the situation. The room temperature drops well under zero degrees with the stare down. Celsius or Fahrenheit doesn't matter because the woman is already freezing him into place with her cold unreadable eyes when he moves subconsciously closer to Sasuke.
Oh, and did he mention Sasuke's still naked? Because he could feel the Uchiha's body heat seeping into him with how close they were standing from each other. He wouldn't have felt that delicious warmth-that heat he'd been selfishly consuming just hours ago-if he hadn't been naked himself.
Himself...naked? Naruto looks down to find that he is indeed in the nude and Sasuke's palm is flat against his thigh as if showing off or maybe he was being possessive? Naruto couldn't be sure because he's too busy covering his dick with his hands and looking for any signs of his clothes.
"Sasuke, tell me this isn't what it looks like even though it does." The woman says angrily and Naruto spies a glance at her and Sasuke. Is he missing something? Two guys naked in a living room, an angry woman who doesn't care for Sasuke's nakedness, and an awkward and cold exchange between the two.
It clicks in his mind then after enumerating the facts, and he jumps away from Sasuke, looking more fervently for his clothes this time.
Sasuke just cheated on this woman! Naruto is the third party and he has enough morals (however devious they are) to know that he's just ruined a relationship. What had he done?
Sasuke doesn't move from his spot, his hand shooting to Naruto's arm to tug the blonde behind him.
"Sasuke, what the fuck? Let me dress!" Naruto glares at him, his hand momentarily uncovering his dick with Sasuke's pull.
Sasuke ignores him and Naruto has had enough of the drama. If Sasuke is planning to draw this out then Naruto's not sticking long to find out if the Uchiha had used him all along to have a reason to break up with that beautiful pink haired woman. Naruto thinks that Sasuke is an idiot letting go of the woman if this is what he thinks it is.
"Fuck, Sasuke. You've really done it! I'm telling Kakashi." The woman huffs, glaring one last time at Sasuke before leaving.
The door bangs loudly against its frame, and the sound of a motorbike roars, echoing in the distance as the woman makes her way to this Kakashi person whom Naruto guesses is her brother. Or someone she knows who can beat Sasuke up for this. Or him. Or them both if he doesn't move and get the fuck out of this affair.
"I'm leaving." Naruto announces and squats to look for his boxers under the couch. He finds his Ironman printed boxers and snatches it quickly, putting them on as he looks for his jeans.
Shit just went downhill and judging by the darkness outside, this would be the first time in a long time that he's leaving someone else's house at the suspicious hours before dawn.
He has located his jeans when Sasuke pulls him back to face him, and it just occurs to Naruto that Sasuke is strong, too strong and agile to be normal.
"You're not leaving." The Uchiha stares him down, gripping his forearm tightly.
"I already said you can't order me around." Naruto roughly snatches his arm away from Sasuke's grip. "The night is up. I'm going."
There is a flash in Sasuke's eyes that Naruto couldn't place so he turns immediately and grabs his jeans on the floor. Naruto is feeling a tension in the air completely unlike the good restraining one last night, and he decides to hightail it out of there. Not bothering for his shirt and boots. He quickly crosses to the other side of the room, intent on leaving wearing only his boxers when Floris sails past his nose.
He ducks out of the way when Sasuke grabs for his neck and arm. Those self-defense classes has paid off it seems, and he jumps over the low table to get away. He hears a growl and then an arm latches around his torso. He spins around and swipes with his forearm to aim for Sasuke's head. But Sasuke crouches sweeping his feet from under him.
Naruto's back lands on the floor but he rolls to the side, springing on his feet; using the wall for leverage, he launches at Sasuke with a leg. Hitting the Uchiha in the shoulder, Sasuke grunts but dodges the next roundhouse of his leg.
Sasuke strikes a fist at Naruto's head but the blonde jukes to the side. This is what Sasuke anticipated, so with his hand well behind Naruto's head, he palms the blonde's nape and pulls down as he knees Naruto in the head.
Shifting his balance on the balls of his feet, Naruto tries to pull back from Sasuke's incoming knee but the hand on the back of his head prevents him. His head whips back as the blow blinds him, stars exploding behind his eyes.
"Motherfucker!" Naruto screams, falling back on the book case. He blindly gropes for something to hinder Sasuke and his hands grip the spine of a book.
Lolita streams past Sasuke's head, narrowly avoiding it when Naruto threw the classic lit. The Uchiha looks back to the fallen and ripped book that landed on the floor, and groused. He charges at Naruto who began to throw the Icha Icha collection at him in desperation.
"Kakashi's going to fucking kill me, really kill me dead for this." Sasuke says angrily as he deflects book after book of the Erotica that flies at him.
"Yeah, he will! You cheater!" Naruto shouts and takes the back edge of the book case, toppling the wooden furniture over to deter Sasuke's advance. His vision now clear, he sees the book case collapse on Sasuke and he makes a run for it.
Finally at the hallway that leads to the front door, Naruto scrambles to exit the house and get away from his cheating murderous one night stand. He reaches the door and twists the knob. Wrenching it open, he steps wildly outside, freedom on his tongue, only to freeze and convulse on the spot.
"Wha-t-th-ff-uck!" He curses but his teeth keep clicking and he keeps biting his tongue with his convulsions.
"You're not leaving this house." Sasuke says behind him and Naruto tries to struggle away wildly.
Floris hits Naruto's nose for the last time and he curses inwardly. He fucking hates goddamned Floris now because he just slept with a rich psychopath who used him to cheat on his girlfriend. Now some guy called Kakashi is on his way to Sasuke's house along with Pinkie, and Naruto's not sure if the three of them would survive through the morning.
Fuck this wasn't in my nightmare. Naruto thinks as he fights the violent trembling of his muscles. I'd prefer a broken heart over getting murdered by a handsome man who's not fucking blonde.
Naruto's eyes begin to roll at the back of his head and he feels his body convulse strongly than before. He's going to die and the feeling is quite something because he's laughing out loud and he doesn't know why. This should scare him but all he could do is beat himself up with sarcasm.
"Ffff-ckrr!" He screams at Sasuke and the Uchiha raises a brow.
Abruptly, Naruto stops convulsing and he rolls on his side with a groan. He sees Sasuke's feet and nothing more because his vision has started to fade.
"What did you say?" Sasuke taunts him and Naruto sputters for a breathe, glaring miserably at the Uchiha.
"Fuck dark haired people!" Naruto spits, his muscles twitching and jumping.
Sasuke sits on his haunches, still naked and Naruto just-god, you're so fucking perfect I want to smash your teeth in-glowers at him.
"Pardon?" Sasuke goads.
"Fuck you!"
"You already did." And with that Sasuke stands up, leaving Naruto's vision.
Naruto shakes again, the convulsions more violent than the first, he fights the rolling of his eyes to the back of his head but in the end he makes one feeble thought before the pain blinds him with the darkness.
I should have stuck with blondes.