I'm baaaaaaaaack! And more hyper than ever. You guys are all making me happy, so here's a brand new chapter for you. A couple of things I have to draw your attention on, however:

1) I don't own Naruto.

2) AspergianStoryteller's reaction to this fic: "Just to see him that red? Sure Sasuke. Sure." I hadn't realized how true that was until it was pointed out to me...My brain's evil, I tell you.

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That fine line

"Finger dipping." I snorted, though at the moment, I wasn't feeling the slightest bit amused. "Finger dipping. What the hell was he thinking?"

You might be wondering what I was ranting about. Fine, I'll tell you. At the end of last week, Kakashi had warned us we would be working on more suggestive pictures, which would mean, in the least, that we could start kissing our clothes goodbye.

Today, however, we had barely unbuttoned our shirts. But with our perverted manager, there was no need to go far. He had succeeded in making it just as hard while keeping us fully dressed.

* * *

I was playing shy Kit today. And fell a lot like my character. Kakashi had given the teme private instructions -which meant I had no idea of what he would do to me-, and had assured me I didn't need to do much besides play my usual role.

At first, things had been pretty basic. Too affectionate for straight males, mind -lots of hands slipping underneath loose shirts and such- but nothing too extravagant, compared to what we had done last week.

And then, Raven hugged me from behind. I shivered accordingly, closing my eyes in the process, which earned us a couple of flashes. I let my eyelids rise slowly, allowing them to cloud with lust -trick I regretfully admit having learned from the pervert manager- as Raven's hands intertwined, flattening against my bare stomach. Bare, because my black shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. Kakashi had wanted us to play the bad boys, insisting that black made my eye color pop out.

Kissing my throat softly, he let his hands slide lower, and lower, and I blushed, grateful for my permission to act shy. As Raven's fingertips reached the hem of my jeans, I buried my face into his neck, drawing a sharp breath as they slipped past the fabric.

Cameras fired at us, and I only had to endure a few seconds of Raven gently rubbing the skin hidden beneath my jeans, before he finally released me. Kit vanished right there, and my anger immediately bubbled up to my lips.

"WHAT THE HELL-" A fist connected with the back of my head, and Sasuke covered my mouth with his hand, no more gentle.

"Stop shouting, dobe," he growled. "No one here wants to become deaf."

"You didn't touch anything, did you?" Kakashi asked the teme, stretching lazily as he inspected the shots. Sasuke shook his head, still keeping my mouth firmly shut. "Then I don't see what you're complaining about," he told me. "They're good, too."

Wrenching the teme's hand off, I glared at our manager. I swear, if looks could kill, he'd already be buried right now. "You could've warned me! Didn't you think I might say no?"

"Which is precisely why I didn't," he replied evenly. "Besides, it would have ruined the effect if we had. Wonderful blush, back there. I love it." As I began glowering at him, Kakashi sighed. "We're not here to make you molest each other," he informed me. "Itachi was clear on that matter. I promise we won't go any further than finger dipping. And don't start talking about accidents; pinkies hardly reach that far."

* * *

"Yeah, right." I paced furiously in the teme's room, ignoring his gaze. I had stopped yelling once he'd promised me ramen for dinner, but it had taken me hours before I dared try the 'finger dipping' myself. "Like my pinkie won't touch anything if I slide my hand along with it."

The week's program had suddenly become a source of worry.

"How come we have themes now?" I asked the teme. "Why don't we do it like last week?"

"Last week there were only small companies," he replied. "They didn't need that many pictures. Those taken this week will end up in magazines, not ads. They need to take a lot more."

So there had been more cameras and photographers. And I had thought my imagination had been playing tricks on me.

"It'll be a lot faster to work this way for the crew," Sasuke added. "Kakashi will sort the pictures out afterward."

I nodded, re-reading the schedule for the umpteenth time.

Monday - Finger Dipping

Tuesday – Shirts-a-tossing

Wednesday – Boxer-showing

Thursday – You'll be wondering

Friday - …Lucky Break

Kakashi sounded truly disappointed. On paper. How weird was that? Sasuke had then proceeded into translating things for me. Tomorrow we'd be posing with bare chests, Wednesday only with boxers (like I couldn't figure that out), and as for Thursday...the teme didn't know any more than me.

"I knew he'd pull the weird costume act," I mumbled, glaring at the mysterious date.

"I wouldn't bet on it." Sasuke's voice was more careful than usual; he knew I was still angry, and also expected my to tease him about his interview. But I didn't feel like it at the moment. Sighing, he added, "Kakashi gave me some details for tomorrow and Wednesday."

I reacted to that. "Really?"

He nodded, amused by my sudden interest. "Tomorrow we won't do any finger dipping-"

"Thank god," I muttered, closing my mouth as he scowled.

"However we'll be wearing low-waist jeans, and we'll do a lot of 'extensive hugging'."

"That's what Itachi had mentioned," I recalled. "It is-"

"Same as today, save the part you didn't like, and the shirts."

I relaxed. "Better than today, then."

He gave a slight shake of head, and I frowned. "Not necessarily." My frown deepened when I realized his next sentence had trouble coming out. "We have to...kiss. Not on the mouth," he added quickly. "But not on the neck or collarbone either."

I knew my face was reddening. "Where?"

Silently, Sasuke waved in the general area of his chest. "And the back. Kakashi said the spine would be our principal victim."

This wasn't good. Having just realized exactly how twisted our manager could become, I knew there was no way this could be good. "And" -I gulped- "Wednesday?"

"Bed scenes." The teme's face was unreadable. "Mornings, evenings, games, although he assured me there would be nothing explicit, and nothing -eyes, cameras of fingers- would go beneath our boxers." He looked away. "There will be massages though."

This time I didn't get the allusion. "How is that bad?"

Turning back, he gave me a stern look. "Undress and I'll show you."

Naturally, I flushed. But past my embarrassment, my logical mind figured I might as well start dealing with the entire thing. I had consciously agreed to pose for gay magazines more than a week ago. The real work had only just begun. And there was no way I was backing down.

"Might as well," I sighed, taking off my shirt. "Better get embarrassed in private. At least I'll be ready."

He shrugged and undressed as well. "Lie down," he ordered, indicating his bed. "On your stomach."

I threw my discarded clothes inside my room before dropping onto the mattress, where Sasuke had left me some space. I tensed slightly as I felt his knees slide on either side of my waist, then ordered my body to relax. Things wouldn't go further than...than what? The teme knew, at least. And he'd never go too far.

So I remained still as he sat on my lower back, and began massaging my shoulder blades. Just as I started thinking this wasn't so bad, the teme leaned forward. I waited nervously as his chest pressed against my back, hands edging upwards to my neck and collarbone. I felt his breath against the back of my neck, and this time I was unable to repress a shiver.

"Rave..." My Naruto self fled the scene, deciding Kit would deal with nervousness much more easily. The hands rubbing against my body slowed momentarily as Sasuke slipped into character. Suddenly he felt much more relaxed.

"Don't worry, Kit," he said in a teasing voice. "I'll be gentle." He nibbled my ears, and I shivered again, though this time not from unease. Laughing softly, he pulled back, lowering his head to kiss the base of my neck, hands brushing against my sides.

Raven's mouth trailed down my spine, and my back arched as he got lower, holding my waist without stopping the movement of his fingers. He halted just before reaching my boxers, and wordlessly began massaging me again.

I mumbled something incoherent as I dozed off. Past the blush-worthy moments, he was really good at this. I relaxed, and soon began moving along with the pale hands. So that when Raven suddenly stopped, I let out a weak groan of complaint.

"Kit," he said softly. "If you keep moving like that, I'm going to get horny." His voice was filled with evil mischief, but I recognized the warning tone for what it was. I opened my eyes, and as my foggy mind unclouded itself, I realized what the problem was. And if you still don't get it, let's just say that my consistent rocking hadn't helped his groin.

I immediately tensed, causing him to hiss as my muscles contracted against the sensitive, boxer-clad part of his flesh, thinking furiously about my options. First, I could switch back to my Naruto self, freak out, and hurl the teme as far away from me as I could manage. Which meant I'd never be able to face him again. Second, I could keep the shy act up, and let him take the lead, which basically meant waiting for him to calm down. Or I could pull the energetic Kit out and continue what I had unwillingly started.

That last though caused my cheeks to flare up, and I opted for the second, safer choice. Tilting my head back, I let my face become flooded with nothing but concern. "Rave," I called, maintaining him into character. "Are you alright?" Good. My voice sounded exactly the way I wanted it to.

Raven's lips were pressed tightly against one another, and his cheeks were slightly flushed (as in, they were only a little paler than a non-blushing, average human being). Apparently, he didn't trust his body enough to get off me, since his chest remained perfectly still as he rubbed my lower back.

"Wait," he forced out. "Don't move."

I did my best to remain still, and I gradually felt the hardness pressing against me vanish. As soon as his problem was gone, Raven grunted angrily and climbed off of me. Before he left the bed, however, I caught his arm. I knew he would keep the memory on the teme side of his mind if I didn't do anything. "Rave, where are you going?" The childish tone worked perfectly; at this very moment, both Sasuke and Raven needed to feel that, one, they were still in control of something, and two, I was still fine with acting despite what had just happened.

The guilt and fear I had allowed my voice to reveal incited them -him- to use that very control, the one carrying over all of my emotions, wielding them, soothing them. Kit's emotions. Whatever.

So he gave up on whatever destination he had in mind, and sat back down, pulling me into a comforting embrace. Heh. Now I figured how I as shy Kit could love such a dominant bastard. The soothing voice, with his arms wrapping around me like barriers protecting me from the rest of the world, was well worth the rest. He held me against his chest until any sign of negative emotion had left my mind. I almost fell asleep in his arms, but eventually he released his hold.

"Dobe." For once, his normal voice was relaxed. "You need to go to bed."

I rubbed my eyes, and my brain supplied something smart to say. "I'm sleeping here," I yawned.

He snorted. "No you aren't."

"Yes I am." I forced my eyes open to make him see I was serious. "Every damn night I have to get out of bed because of your stupid dreams, and now that I finally realize all I have to do is sleep next to you to keep them away, you're not making me leave." He'd managed yesterday. But this time I was going to hold my ground. He scowled at me, wordless, and I yawned again. "I'm your personal dream catcher, teme. Don't worry, I stay on my side of the bed."

* * *

Of course I didn't. I woke the next morning with my head resting on the teme's chest, his arm lazily strapped around my waist. "Morning, Kit," he smirked, observing me blink my eyes awake.

I rubbed my face, and Sasuke dropped the act as he got up to change. "If you hurry we might have time to race today," he informed me, tossing me some clothes. "Get moving."

I grumbled and obeyed, not enjoying the fact I had woken early four days in a row. Despite this I was sleeping a lot better now that Sasuke's nightmares had stopped. "I told you I'd keep your dreams away," I said in a teasing voice, enjoying the fact that he couldn't deny my words.

"Hn." Not that admitting them was on his priority list either, but I still appreciated this small victory. "You also said you'd stay on one side of the mattress, dobe. And from what I recall, you were sprawled all over it not five minutes ago."

"Teme," I growled. Why couldn't he let me win, just once? Placing a pout on my unhappy face, I dressed, and was soon ready. The teme waited for me at the door, unashamedly wearing his usual smirk. I passed him, nose in the air, but unfortunately the bastard had other plans.

"Since when do you stop looking at me, Kit?" A before I could answer he was kissing me, much more forcefully than the last time. My Naruto self was shoved back into oblivion before it could react, and I let Kit take over. In such a public place, and in the position I was in, my first instinct was to let my shy version lead my body, but I was getting tired of that. So instead of gently following Raven's moves, I pinned him back against the door's arch, and forced his lips to part.

One must never think that the quiet, lazy Raven was submissive. Kakashi had been clear; in public I was the leader, since Rave wasn't interested in what people thought of him. But in private...in private ensued a battle for dominance where neither of us would admit defeat. A fierce tongue war erupted, accompanied by repetitive pinning against walls, doors and closets.

We had retreated back into Raven's room, and were slowly edging back to the bed. He slammed me on the mattress before I could flip us around, and I struggled, laughing despite my attempts to keep him off. Finally we both stopped, out of breath, and realized the position we were in.

Raven was on all fours, hands on either side of my head, knees cradling my waist. In his eyes, I could only see a hypnotizing look of want. Smiling mischievously, I hung my arms around his neck and pulled him down. He dropped without any restraint, momentarily knocking my breath out. Burying his face into my shoulder, he gripped me tightly, revealing a need and vulnerability his more dominant self could never willingly allow himself to show.

"We still have to run," I told him sweetly. "If you win, then I might play nice." He didn't answer, but soon disengaged himself from my arms. Once more, he waited for me at the door while I straightened and got to my feet.

The walk to the track was silent. I wasn't sure I had dropped the act yet, and my Naruto self refused to remove itself from the comforting dark corner of my brain. Part of me -a big part, mind- was confused. Why had Raven surfaced all of a sudden? He had told me the real kisses were just for us. I had understood why he did it the last time, but why now? Was he bothered by the meal I had shared with Sai? Sighing, I shook my head. Jealous bastard.

Sai didn't come to see us run today. I was grateful, seeing Raven stayed during the entire race, keeping an eye on the spot his 'twin' usually occupied. We didn't really race, though we did run faster than I liked; on the other hand, I wasn't exhausted at the end, and pretty satisfied my legs still knew how to work.

When we headed back I was surprised to see that Raven wasn't taking us back to the hotel. "They have showers in the studio," he explained. "I don't have time to go back."

I nodded, and followed him through a part of the complex I hadn't visited yet. The shower room was spacious, clean, and-

"Aw, man, can't they have individual cabins?" I whined, glancing at the open space surrounded by shower pommels.

"Quit complaining, dobe, and hurry up. I can't afford to wait for you."

Feeling slightly self-conscious now that Kit was gone, I undressed and rapidly went to the closest shower, pushing the water on. Warmness washed over me and I sighed, barely noticing the teme do the same a few feet away. Remembering he had asked me to be quick, I grabbed the sponge and soap and began to scrub myself, shivering slightly when the water flow halted.

Almost half a minute later, I groaned in frustration, annoyed by a very troublesome, very obvious problem the teme would have no trouble noticing once he looked. And no, it wasn't my groin. Stop smiling maliciously.

"Damn it!" But there was nothing to it. No matter how much I stretched and twisted, I couldn't reach that damn spot. You know, the one in the middle of your back, which most people can't touch because their arms are too short and you can hardly ever scrub? Yeah, that one.

"Dobe." I froze. That voice was much closer than I either expected or wanted it to be. Sasuke snatched the sponge from my hand and forced me to turn away. "You could have asked." He began making small circles against my skin, right where I needed him to. I sighed in relief, and he chuckled.

"Teme," I growled lazily. "Did I ever tell you you were good for these things?"

"No," he replied. "But I'll take the compliment." His circles spread, passing over my shoulder blades and lower back, and I hummed appreciatively. "You look drugged." It was his only warning before he sent water over us both. I had been standing directly beneath the pommel, and spluttered, gasping for dry air.

"Teme!" I cried, blindly reaching for him. His amused chuckle told me he was already too far. Rinsing my body, I glared at him. The virus Kakashi had implanted in my brain took that opportunity to see what the young Uchiha looked like without his clothes on. I had to admit, a naked Sasuke could be worth additional millions.

"Like what you see, dobe?"

I smirked back. "Just thinking the pervert would cry in anguish if he knew what he was missing."

Snorting, he stepped back to the dry area of the room, grabbed two towels and beckoned me over. "He'd be crying twice as hard if he considered you as well," he remarked indifferently. "Get over here."

I walked towards him, catching the towel as he threw it as me, and attacking my hair with it first. It was always better to start from there and work down. I stiffened when another towel wrapped against my legs, swiftly wiping them dry. "Sasuke!" I cried, stepping away from him. "I can do this myself!"

"Not with your speed," he replied. "I told you we needed to hurry. Slip into character if you're embarrassed" -he smirked- "Kit."

Again I glared. "I'm fine," was my grumbled answer. "Dry yourself."

* * *

A new routine formed in the following days. I slept next to the teme every night, and woke up in his arms every morning. He'd tease me about it, I'd snap back, and for some reason it always ended with the two of us switching to our characters and kissing before the end of the day.

And every time, he began the 'game' when I expected it the least, probably to see how fast I'd be able to slip into character. The bastard even counted how much time it took me to respond. My reaction to this little game was fairly simple; there was no way I wasn't getting revenge. So I pulled on the mischievous act and kissed him in the most public places I could find. Not on his lips, since he'd made me promise to keep that part private before starting to drive me crazy, but his neck, collarbone and chest hadn't been spared.

With that you need to add our perverted manager into the mix. Tuesday went roughly well; apart from several awkward positions I had to do, there was nothing we hadn't already done in private. Wednesday went a lot more smoothly than expected. I was careful not to arouse Raven while he straddled my back, which proved to be a challenge; after all, the massage was only part of Kakashi's plans of the day, and was far from being the worst.

"Kit, put those knees up a notch. And part your legs a little." Only Raven's amused look kept me from flushing as I obeyed. He gave me a predatory look, looming over me with a wolfish grin. "Rave, I want your hand on his thigh. Whichever you want...Yes, just like that, put your thumb a little bit more on the inside-" Just as I allowed any form of restraint on my cheeks to vanish, Raven leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. I ignored the twenty or so flashes to look up at him, and see he was smiling.

"I won't hurt you," he told me, so quietly I doubted anyone else had heard. At the same time, his thumb rubbed my skin and I moaned. The cameras didn't miss that. Although his hand was much closer to my knee than my pelvis, the action still remained embarrassingly intimate. Thankfully, our dear manager was a lot gentler than usual, and Raven did not leave throughout the entire afternoon, doing his best to help me relax.

I was both relieved and anxious at the end of the day, slipping into bed in a quieter fashion than usual. Relief came from obvious reasons, and anxiousness because of the next day. Kakashi still hadn't told us what we would be doing, although he had warned the teme his morning work was canceled, since he planned on using the entire day for whatever he had prepared.

* * *

I was nervous when he headed to the studios the next morning. Thank god this was the last day before our extended weekend. We entered, and before my eyes landed upon anything alarming, Kakashi had already pulled the teme and I into his office, where he swiftly introduced us to two female models, as well as the day's work; a TV commercial.

I'll spare you the shocked reactions that ensued, repeated when I learned that one of the girls was in fact a guy -named Haku- who would actually be playing a girl today. The other model, Temari, gave me a cheerful grin and salute as Kakashi told us what we'd be doing.

Verbally explained, it seemed fairly simple. The commercial's aim was to make viewers realize homosexuality wasn't completely wrong (now where had I seen that? Oh, wait I remember), with a pretty much straightforward technique; the four of us would be going on a date, and the viewer was supposed to be fooled until the very last scene.

I was first up on the screen, composing a phone number, and proposing whoever I was speaking to to meet at the park. Meanwhile Temari would do the exact same thing, so that the first scene played back and forth between the two of us. Despite the voice changes, the message was perfectly clear.

Then Haku and Sasuke answered. This time their scripts were slightly different -since Haku played a much shyer role than the teme- and then the screen split into four columns as we all hung up, followed by three individual scenes.

First, dressing; I'd hurriedly pick up a shirt from my desk chair, hastily putting it on. The screen would then darken, lighting up again as Temari pulled her closet open. As though following the movement, Sasuke would pull out shirt and pants (unlike Temari, he was filmed from the side, instead of the front), and finally Haku would be seen tying in his shoes.

Then the stairs. I lived in a dorm; Temari in a small apartment. The teme, of course, had a big house, while Haku's was more normal-looking. We were each filmed as we got out of our homes, climbing down (with more or less grace) whatever stairs we needed to go through.

Last came the traveling. This time the order differed; Sasuke was first, seated inside a luxurious car. Then I followed, contrasting with a bright orange skateboard, while Haku took the bus and Temari rode a bicycle.

We'd finally arrive, stopping or climbing out of our vehicles, eyes searching the crowd. And we'd see our dates. I'd wave, yelling a happy "Over here!"; Temari wouldn't even bother, dropping her bike on the spot and hurrying over to her date. Sasuke would smirk, and begin advancing towards his. Haku's reaction was barely different, except he wore a real smile, and waved back in greeting.

Eventually I'd start running as well, abandoning my skate on the ground just as Temari had done, and the screen divided itself in two, to show both of us running at full speed. Sasuke's smirk would then appear, followed by Haku's, and the two of them would brace themselves for the incoming blonds.

And to the viewer's (complete) surprise, I'd crash into the teme's arms, while Temari nearly lifted a laughing Haku off the ground. The last scene pictured the two couples walking away, next to one another, both hand in hand. The catchphrase would then appear at the bottom of the screen, something like 'It's not what you expected. Does that make it wrong?', which I didn't find too bad.

Such was the theory. In practice, thing were a lot harder. To fuse Temari's and my voice together, we needed to talk at the exact same speed. Our movements were also a lot more supervised by the casting crew, which basically meant many retakes for everyone, including the teme (he had trouble with the welcoming part at the park). By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted, and Sasuke looked like he'd soon commit murder if people didn't leave him alone.

Pulling him away from the crowd as soon as Kakashi told us we could leave, I switched and kissed him unabashedly, deciding I could tease him to my liking. "I thought you were happy to see me back there, Rave," I said with an evil grin, showing him how tired I knew he was.

Despite his state he smiled and lifted my chin in order to kiss me again, longer this time. He then pulled back, staring at me for several seconds and finally smirking.

"Dobe," he said in an amused voice.

I -Kit- pouted, disappointed to see him drop the act so fast. Reluctantly I called Naruto back, and went to grumble into a side corner of his mind. Seeing the face I was making, Sasuke sighed and ruffled my hair. "We still need to say goodnight, Kit. I'll call Raven back after and you'll get to play."

My eyes lit, and I withdrew completely, following him back to the crowded side of the studio. We saluted everyone, and left swiftly. It was late, and we both decided that we could afford to skip dinner, for once. Kit's eagerness must have shown on my face, because the teme's smirk did not falter once during our entire way back.

You're going to be boiling for the next chapter...I know I am. It should be the angstiest chap of this fic, though the last one does come a little close (don't worry, though, it's a happy ending). So, review, my fellow readers! The weekend is close, for both us and our two lovebirds, and I will type as fast as my fingers can move if need be.

Unrelated but funny sidenote; today I noticed my mom and sisters actually wrote their names on yoghurts in order to make sure they each had their share. I feel the end is near...

Again, review. Makes me write faster. And wake up early.