a/n: I'm sick. And I sound terrible. I almost lost my voice the other day cause I kept yelling at everyone I was so angry and irritated. But, second chapter. Excitement. New characters. I don't want to hear a word about the intern, I'll stop writing this if I hear anything…in a review.
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Leave the intern alone. Favorite character.

Chapter 2

The clock ticked like a bomb, intense and gratifying, waiting for that one chime to explode into pieces. His dark eyes watched the second hand as it slowly made its way around. 10:43 am. Only a little while left. He was beginning to figure if someone asked last night, he would once again lie. He wasn't sure how many times he hooked up with someone at the bar and lied about it.

How many times it was, he was always lying.

"Sasuke, you look worried." A voice spoke, coming into the room. His long black hair was swaying from side to side as he took a seat around the oval, lacquer built table. His eyes were dark and seamlessly looked towards the younger boy.

"I'm fine." He shook his head, beginning to tap on the table with a pen in his left hand, his other against his cheek.

"You look impatient. As if you want to go home, and do something you shouldn't…"

"He might be horny for his new pet." Another man came into the room. Older than the last, with an odd scar on his face. This man was the main name of the industry. Itachi Uchiha. Twenty-eight and still making his name today as one of the youngest to ever run this industry (the only even close to him had been killed in an alleged "suicide"). He was one of the most powerful icons in the fashion world, and the one man no one could touch without being blackmailed, or harassed–or be put out in a court case and lose to Itachi. That's just how he was.

"Shut up…" Sasuke didn't protest.

"Come on, I saw you two last night. He chuckled, coming home from bar, heading back to your house…just hope the press doesn't find out." He pushed back his chair and sat down "How are you going to let that one slide, Sasuke?"

His eyes adverted to the clock again. 10:45. Time was just too slow today. "He wants to get me a fake girlfriend…I somehow doubt it'll work though. He doesn't seem like the smartest needle in a haystack."

"So you get a fake girlfriend, and what do you do when you're done with her? Drop her off, then go home and fuck your new pet? Interesting, I've never seen this side of you before."

"Itachi…" He growled slightly.

"Did he satisfy your every dream? The ones of, well, bondage…? With him tied up against your wall and you can come in with a latex outfit and whip—"

"Shut up!"

"And every time you hit him, you hope he begs you to stop?"

"Itachi!" A female voice yelled. "Stop messing with your brother, and go help me with the models!"

Sasuke peered over to her. The new intern. One of the only non-Uchiha's who worked in the head department. He remembered her name started with a K…or something and she was pregnant to his knowledge. She was hard on Itachi for his lack of respect for half of the company, and clients we worked for.

"Yeah, yeah…" He sighed, leaning back. "Get Sasuke to do it, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes."

___

The new models lined up across the path across a runway. Different sizes, hair colors, looks. Each were wearing a bathing suit, a yellow bikini because March's color was yellow and white, April was green, May would be pink. June orange, and July red. August would be a mix of orange, red and yellow. September brown, October Black and Orange, November green and brown, December Red and green, January White, February pink, red and white. It was all decided almost three months ago before they even had models or clothes, but now they had a huge swimwear line, and even spring clothes for the cherry blossom festival which was coming along shortly. Sasuke almost could always swear they were going to bloom out of his backyard one day.

She began naming the models, ones who were proud to be there, with their slim bodies that they must have either starved themselves for, or gotten implants. Those were the down sides of modeling.

"Sasuke, this is Sakura Haruno…" The women stopped at a young girl, hair as pink as the cherry blossom's, and her name which suited her well.

He looked at her. He wouldn't say she wasn't attractive, but he just didn't think she really fit with the catalog. She was thin and pretty with her eyes that shade of green that reminded him of rain covering a grassy field. She was actually perfect; there was just this one flaw about her that he couldn't name.

"Who authorized her?"

"Uh, one of our photographers…" She was reading down a list of names. "Uzumaki…" She read the last name.

"Get him down here…"

She nodded, leaving to call for him on an overhead speaker. Sasuke must have dismissed six of the fifteen girls that were there while she was gone. Some were just too, he didn't know the word.

"What's your name again?" He questioned a blonde whose hair was forced down because it was unjust in the judging.

"Ino…" She didn't say her last name for no reason at all. She just stood proud and tall, taller than Sakura maybe. He couldn't tell since they were on two different sides of the path.

"You and Sakura over there…" He was beginning to hate saying the others name. "Step down for a second…"

They both stepped down, walking across the path with scowls as if they had been enemies all their lives.

They were nearly the same height, Sasuke couldn't tell who was taller, but in heels he'd figure it'd be Ino. She was lovely though, her hair was that blonde that several of the other models had, and he figured the other would be a different chance, to try something new. She might look well for a punk rock look then the swimwear look. He'd keep her though. Both of them.

"Sasuke!" The intern yelled, so much older than Sasuke. He hated it.

He turned with a dazed look on his face, becoming shocked when he saw that blond following behind her. It was Naruto…

"This is Naruto Uzumaki," She sounded as if she was out of breath. "He's one of our well respected photographers around the department downstairs."

"Alright…"

"Kurenai, here, sit down…" Naruto's voice came, pulling a chair from the back lot of the stage.

"Thank you…"

"How far are you?" He gave a smile.

"Not long at all…I might go back home though, to have the baby there…It depends on what happens with the next two months. I'm not supposed to fly pregnant."

"Naruto…a word…" Sasuke's voice came, annoyed.

He looked up and watched Sasuke come towards him, pulling his hand towards the outer hallway.

Sasuke was having issues figuring out what was going on. Since when did Naruto work for his same department? He'd never seen his name on the list of employees before…was he new? Did he even have experience? Kurenai said he was respected, but was he a good worker? And why the fuck did he look so cute in a suit and glasses?

He couldn't even leave him in the hallway and yell at him, so he pushed him towards a bathroom that locked from the inside. He didn't want any disturbance when he beat the shit out of the blond for working here, and not telling him.

He breathed. "I'll try not to yell at you…" He pushed him into the bathroom, locking the door when he followed. The tiles must have been cold against Naruto's bare feet, but why he didn't have shoes on wasn't the issue. "But what the fuck are you here?!"

He breathed again, sitting on a round couch in the center of the bathroom, followed by stalls and urinals behind it.

"Well, I've been working here for the past three weeks. I was moved when I left Mie. I told the company I was moving, and I came here to Tokyo. They set me up with this company for a job which I have to say, isn't going very well."

"Why did you allow that pink haired girl to be a model? She was no experience."

"I told you I would get you someone to pretend to be your girlfriend. You might get some competition out of it. She wanted to show Ino up. They've been enemies since they were kids."

"When I lived in Mie, I did it because it's where I thought I wanted to be. It was a great opportunity, but my life was horrible. I was there for two years before I felt I even should have moved."

"Was it good?"

"The move?"

"Yes, the move! What do you think I'm talking about, the sex?"

"Kinda."

His eyes lowered.

"Bad?"

"…No…" He sat up, coming towards Naruto which pushed him against one of the sinks. His hands gripped around his neck and his lips moved towards the others. "Good, really good…"

His hands moved down, running down his back and up his front, unbuttoning each clear button, kissing the skin that appeared.

"W-we have work…"

Sasuke looked up, grabbing at Naruto's glasses and pushing them down on the sink counter. "They can wait."

"S-Sasuke…"

"Are you saying you don't won't me?" He chuckled, pulling at Naruto's belt, which brought down his blue, pinstriped pants. The other thing was his boxers which were surprisingly a bright orange, seeming to match his tie.

"I'm saying we have work!" He pouted, his cheeks puffed up which made Sasuke smile and kiss him.

"You're just so cute." He pulled down the boxers, forcing Naruto to move up, and lay his ass on cold marble.

"Sasuke!" Naruto yelled at him, he would much rather be on the couch then a marble sink.

"I'd much rather have you moaning my name, Naruto." He chuckled again. "Can you take it dry?" He began unbuttoning his pants, pulling down the black cloth with his boxers.

He nodded, eyes lowering down for a quick second. "But only if you do it qui–"

He was caught off guard with the sudden movements of his legs, and the movement of Sasuke which brought his knees up on the sink, and his member at his entrance.

There was a knock at the door. "Are you guys in there?" It was an unfamiliar voice, but a female nonetheless.

Naruto tried to keep quiet, covering his mouth when Sasuke teasingly pushed into him, earning a small squeal of noise from his throat.

"You should be quiet; you don't want her to hear us." He whispered, pushing in farther, shifting Naruto's legs to do so from the unhealthy position he had been sitting in.

"I know you're in there!" She jingled on the doorknob.

Naruto gave a quiet moan in the position, his back forced against the mirror behind him. It forced Sasuke deeper in, and brought his legs up higher. When he pulled back (Which what space he could) and back in, it forced Naruto to cover his mouth from the scream of pleasure he gave. The push in hit him in just the right spot, it made Sasuke smirk and Naruto blush a deep red.

"S-Sasuke…" He moaned. "…s-stop…" He bit into the other's neck when he pushed in again. Harder at that. The feeling left his legs like water as he was continuously pushed in and out of, balls slapping his ass a few times since his ass had pressed to the end of the hilt.

Naruto let go, arching back when he felt the spot be hit again, then again. Continuously. Never stopping. Sasuke didn't even break a sweat.

___

"So, did you choose the models for this summer?" It was Itachi who had asked him when he made his way into the office.

"Yeah. Two new girls who I thought were pretty interesting enough to be in the magazine this year, and a three or four others."

"Well, we needed eight…I guess they'll do though…we have a few others we could use from last time…" Itachi looked up. "Tomorrow night, you have a dinner with Inuzuka."

His heart almost stopped. "Why?"

"He's a talent agent and movie producer. He needs clothes for his new horror movie coming out, and he needs you to design them, or give him them. But he's hoping you bring a girlfriend with you. SO, I heard about the Sakura girl, and I want you to bring her."

Sasuke scowled. "Who told you?"

"Your new pet. He's rather cute, isn't he?"

Sasuke grabbed his coat and left the room in a rage, making Itachi chuckle as he looked over to the clock. 12:36. Just in time.