Sorry, sorry, I'm late, and I should be later (I'm delaying homework for you guys, so be thankful). Good news is, this isn't the last chapter (I cut it in two again, and this is still long), so please enjoy, review, have fun and forgive me for updating so late...

Discalimer: Ya, me not own Naruto.

Thanks to my wonderful beta, Run-for-the-skies, to whom this chapter is dedicated (surprise!). Thought some the themes explored below were adapted to her pename.

ATTENTION PEOPLE: There are two French sentences in this chapter (you'll see the first one quickly ^^ ). Translations are as follows:

"Lean down a little more...Peeerfect. Excellent, don't move..."

The second one's very close to the title, and the teme should translate part anyways. If you're still curious and too lazy to google it, ask.

Enjoy.

Like Two Angels

"Penchez-vous un tout petit peu plus…Paaarfait. Excellent, on ne bouge plus…" It was weird to follow instructions given to us in French. Technically I had no clue of what the guy was precisely asking us, but his mimics, as well as the translating teme behind me made it possible to communicate.

I was gently pressed against the balcony, and looked ahead in the distance as the cameras went off. The cathedral of Notre Dame was within view, so there was something both the teme and I could gaze at without any risk of confusion.

"They seem so togezer," the photographer told the pervert manager in an exited voice. "Itz wonderfool to see zem so dedicated at sush a young age."

"You flatter me," Kakashi replied with his usual invisible smile. "They're the jewels of my little collection. And although I had been prizing the Uchiha for months, Uzumaki popped out from nowhere into my office. I assure you I got lucky."

"Modest, eh? It's true I 'adn't 'eard of Naruto before you presented him to me, and I'm very glad you did" –he smiled at me- "and I'm so glad you've brought zem 'ere. Zey are going to ze soirée, aren't zey?"

"Of course." The pervert smirked. "I've gone through too much trouble bringing them over to Europe to deny them the eyes of fame." He gave us a dangerous look, and I felt my body tense. Behind me, Sasuke's arm slid around my waist, fingers rubbing softly against the side of my chest.

"I won't leave you dobe," he assured me. "I can keep an eye on you for one evening."

Not that I had left his sight since the previous weekend. He even accompanied me to the bathroom –though I was allowed to relieve myself in private- and stuck to me like a three-dimensional shadow everywhere I went. It was weird, but also reassuring. Getting lost in Paris once was more than I considered enough.

Leaning back against him, I twisted my neck so that my lips brushed against his ear, and whispered, "I know." It was quiet enough to keep the adults from hearing. Also, the proximity was sure to make his ears buzz –which was confirmed by his discreet shiver- and there was no way he could have missed the mischief in my voice.

I had teased Sasuke ever since his 'fiasco', silently enjoying the fact that for once he didn't strike back with some of his own comments. I knew he felt guilty, and I knew I was being far from nice, but heck, a guy has to take revenge when it's handed to him on a silver plate. I still hadn't forgotten the fact that the only reason I was here was because he'd enrolled me against my will. And making fun of him was good, once in a while.

.

Damn, that guy was fast. I hadn't even seen him pull his camera up to his face, and already he was moving to the side, trying to get a better angle. Sighing, and feeling slightly tired, I pressed my eyes against the teme's neck, gripping his arms in order to balance myself. He held me with cradling arms, resting the side of his head against mine. Since he'd decided to be the leader, he didn't get to close his eyes. Ha.

"Comme deux anges descendus du ciel…" The photographer's voice was distant. Dreamy. I guessed he'd reached his personal nirvana, especially when I felt the teme smirk.

I turned my head sideways to look up at him. "What'd he say?" I asked tiredly.

"That you looked like an angel," Sasuke said, his soft voice amused. I blushed, and buried my face back into his neck. Even when he was guilty he couldn't stop teasing.

"Incorrect, young man," Kakashi suddenly said. "Don't abuse of your fluency in French to fool our blond; he might learn someday." Sasuke shrugged, and I half-mumbled, half-growled, ordering him to quit moving. Sighing, he tightened his hold on me once more and stilled.

* * *

Sasuke hadn't given up on my initiation to French food. This week, however, he'd focused only on cheese (which was what he'd bought at the supermarket), and made me learn the first basic, most important lesson you had to follow to eat the stuff. Close your eyes, pinch your nose, and everything would be fine.

He'd managed to prove me that the harder a cheese smelled, the better it was. I had been highly dubious about his theory –seriously, was there any logic to it?- , but he did get his point across when he introduced me to something called epoisse.

Its aspect, for once, wasn't at all intimidating. No mold, no gray-blue spots of any kind. It was placed inside a round wooden box covered in plastic wrap, its creamy orange crust actually inviting. Out of all the cheeses the teme had shown me until now, it was probably the least scary.

He kept the box away as he opened it, telling me to breathe through my mouth only. I obeyed, and he then placed the cheese right beneath my nose. "Smell," he ordered.

I believe my reaction met his standards; barely had my nose sniffed the air below that my panicked brain called for an immediate retreat. I threw my head back, scrambling away in panic. "That thing smells worse than the locker rooms right after training!" I yelled, knowing my declaration wasn't even close to describing the truth. "What the hell is in there?" I had never come across such an aggressive smell. My nostrils burned, and I glared at the teme as he dipped a knife into the creamy substance and spread it over a piece of bread.

"Be quiet, dobe, I told you some of them smelled strong." Despite the scolding voice, the bastard didn't even try to hide his amusement. He handed me the toast, but I shook my head.

"There's no way that's going down my throat," I said firmly.

"Don't be an idiot," he sighed. "Your belly doesn't have a nose. It can handle it." To prove it, he bit of a chunk, chewed, and swallowed. "Just don't forget to brush your teeth when you're done."

I eyed him suspiciously. There had got to be some kind of trick. Maybe he hadn't taken any cheese into his mouth, or maybe he'd developed some kind of stomach acid over the years that would fight off the stench –I wondered if French people had it through genetics- or maybe-

"Dobe." Sasuke was getting impatient. "Just taste it. Did I ever try to poison you before?"

I thought about that. "There was this one time when I put ketchup in your shoes, you put roots from I don't know what plant to-"

He waved it off dismissively. "You were asking for that one. It doesn't count."

"You bet it does! My throat was aching for two straight days after I ate it!"

"Dobe." He gave me a tired look. "Just eat it."

I glanced at him. Sasuke hadn't had any nightmares since that memorable night, but I had noticed increasing shadows underneath his eyes in the last few days. I took the piece of bread, careful not to let its smell get past my nostrils, and bit down. It was good. As improbable as it seemed, that horridly foul, nose-attack giving cheese tasted great. I ate the entire thing, then beckoned the teme for another. He smirked, and quickly obliged.

"Are you sleeping well?" I asked while my mouth was unoccupied.

Sasuke shrugged. "I've seen worse," he replied carelessly, handing me the second loaf.

I nodded and bit in again, still careful with my nose. The problem was I had to breathe at some point, so I chewed quickly and swallowed. "You look tired."

"I know." To my surprised look, he added, "Kakashi already commented on it."

"And what did you tell him?"

He shrugged again. "That the street noises were keeping me awake."

I eyed him closely. He didn't meet my gaze, and then I understood. "Idiot."

He didn't respond, and I dropped the loaf angrily, getting to my feet.

"Will you stop looming over everything you did wrong for a moment and get over it?" I glared at him, my anger climbing rapidly as he persisted in looking away.

"There's nothing to discuss, dobe," he grumbled, slightly annoyed. "Sit down."

I shook my head stubbornly. "I don't get why you have to think about what happened every minute of the night! Why do you need to go back on times neither of us are proud about? Would you appreciate it if I did the same?" This time he looked up, and gave me a puzzled look. "Sai," I reminded him with a growl. "You think I've forgiven myself? I made you hallucinate in your own house, for Pete's sake! I scared your brother shitless and made you sicker than you've ever been! But I don't spend the entire day thinking about it, because I know you don't like it when I'm not my bright, annoying, usual self!" Angrily, I grabbed his shoulders. "I want the usual you, teme, I don't give a damn if you screwed up. I don't like it when you're like this." My voice softened. "It's like there's half of you missing."

He gave me an odd look. Then his arm rose slowly, and he caught my shoulders, pulling me down. I kneeled, waiting for his wordless instructions. His fingers slipped away from my arms, going to my neck, and cupping my face. His eyes were as dark as ever, but something was missing. As though their light had been shut off. He pressed his forehead against mine, and, probably guessing how much his coal irises revealed, lowered his eyelids.

"I'm sorry."

The words hit me like a bomb. Never, not in the seven years I had known Sasuke, had I heard those words come out of his mouth. Uchihas didn't make mistakes. When they did, they cleaned up, one way or the other. He'd never felt the need to apologize to anyone, for anything he'd done. And yet here he was, asking me for forgiveness I didn't think he needed. For several seconds, I remained speechless.

"Why is it so important?" I finally asked. "Do you think I won't trust you after this?"

He tensed slightly, then forced himself to relax. "You shouldn't," he stated blankly.

"You're right." Again, he stiffened. "I'm not following you back to that damn Senate again, ever." I made sure to keep my voice amused. "But you're guilty enough to at least be more careful next time you try to trick me." His eyes snapped open, but I cut him before he could protest. "You are going to do it again, teme, though hopefully with a little bit more planning out," I informed him. "Although I most certainly will call you all kinds of names once I find you, it's not you stupid little games that are going to break my trust in you, teme."

I could see it. The light, shinning feebly from the obsidian depths, but growing, even as I watched. "My stupid games?" he repeated. "Let's talk about yours, shall we?" he pushed me back, flattening me against the floor. "Who thought it funny to draw pink hearts all over my notebooks on Valentine's day, with Sakura's and Ino's signatures on the bottom?"

I struggled, though more out of duty than anything else. "What makes you say it was me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Something quite simple, dobe; your handwriting is fairly easy to recognize."

I ignored that. "It happened ages ago," I muttered.

"Last February," he reminded me. "We're in March, in case you've forgotten." I didn't answer, and he continued, "Maybe you want me to talk about more recent things, then. Who crept up on me while I was trying to reason my brother out of this contract, and made me chase him across the entire school in order to get my cellphone back?" His head lowered, approaching mine. "Who decided to make us split personalities in order to deal with all the stress? Who's been fucking teasing me-"

"You teased me too!" I protested furiously. There was a pause, and our eyes widened simultaneously as we realized how the conversation had edged off. Before I could even blush though, the door opened, revealing our perverted manager.

"Gentlemen," he greeted us as though the teme wasn't straddling my hips. If you thought about it, this was far from being the most suggestive position he'd seen us take. "Your evening attires are ready. Go clean yourselves thoroughly, and come down as soon as you're dry." He smiled sweetly. "And you might want to reserve this kind of thing for after the party."

A hand over my mouth kept me from voicing my furious answer, and the teme got off me as Kakashi closed the door again. "Don't forget to brush your teeth," he reminded me.

I blinked, feeling insulted. Then remembered the cheese. Right. I was going to wash my mouth twice before showering and twice after to make sure I got the smell out completely.

* * *

It was nothing to say that we'd been dressed to contrast. The fact was so blatantly obvious –especially since I stayed close to the teme- that people barely felt the need to ask if we worked together.

Sasuke was dressed completely in black. He had no tie, and his shirt was casually unbuttoned at the top, revealing the paleness of his throat. He wore no jewelry, and didn't need to. His effortless grace and beautiful figure caught most eyes as soon as he stepped into the ballroom –because there was no other way you could call the huge open space we'd just entered- which in turn caused gazes to fall upon me.

My white suit was unique among the mass; no one had dared challenge Murphy's law so clearly, and I eyed the buffet with a cautious eye. I wore a light blue shirt, equally unbuttoned and tieless, with just as little jewelry as the teme; Kakashi a nearly torn off my watch, telling us we needed to look "raw, for all those virgin eyes that want to see you".

And see they did. We followed our manager to the center of the room, to a couple Sasuke told me owned the place. People stared at us, shamelessly taking in every single detail. I nearly tripped, and the teme caught my hand. "This won't be any harder than before," he whispered. "I'm not leaving you."

"You'd better not," I mumbled, quickly reviewing what I had been taught. Handshakes for guys, and the bise for ladies. I waited as Kakashi introduced us to our hosts, and walked forward as soon as I saw the teme nod.

The woman was the first to greet me. "Welcome to France," she said, in a far better English than I would have expected. Though there was a distinct British accent to it. "I do hope you are enjoying your stay so far."

I nodded swiftly. "It's very new," I admitted. "The food's great." This drew several chuckles from the onlookers, and I heard the teme sigh softly. Well, it couldn't hurt to be honest, could it?

"I'm glad you like it." She smiled, and let me turn towards her husband, with whom I swiftly shook hands.

"And here's the young Uchiha," the woman continued, kissing the teme on both cheeks. "Do tell your brother I send my regards. It's wonderful to finally see you."

"I'll be sure to pass the message," Sasuke replied. "He'll be honored to know you remembered him."

" 'oo doesn't remember Itachi Uchiwa?" I frowned slightly at the mispronunciation, but Sasuke made no comment to the husband. "'e's stiking, zat young man. Quite striking indeed."

Such true words. The guy was right, to say the least. You just didn't forget Sasuke's sibling after coming across him. I still had nightmares from our first encounter.

We were politely excused, and conversations resumed. Sasuke led me across the room, seizing to glasses of Champaign as soon as he found the opportunity, and handed me one.

"We're seventeen, teme," I protested. "We're not allowed to-"

"The age limit's eighteen in France," he reminded me. "And it's not my fault I'm born in July. It's soft, anyways. There's no way you can get drunk with this." He smirked and sipped. "Try to make it last an hour."

Before I could figure out how I was supposed to do that, the first of the many people that wanted to talk to us came to make the usual greetings, and I soon lost track of what was happening around me. People –teme included- spoke either French or English, sometimes both, switching from one language to the other in mid-sentence or as the conversation edged on. Others spoke French while the teme responded in his native tongue, and despite this they all seemed to make perfect sense out of each other.

Most subjects seemed to turn around Sasuke's modeling future, and from tones of voices, as well as the numerous smiles I received, there was little doubt I was also expected to work. I smiled politely and thanked them, and Sasuke's smirk did not falter during the entire evening. "Itachi's going to be thrilled," he eventually remarked. "He already must be on the phone with some of them." Slightly more serious, he added, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

I nodded, grinning. "I just got an opportunity to annoy and pester you no matter where you go, and you're asking me whether I'd rather wait in Konoha? No way! You've always been traveling to cool places, leaving me to deal with you fanclub, and this is the chance I get to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't-" I stopped brusquely. Then reddened.

Sadly, the teme didn't miss what I had been about to say. "Make sure I don't cheat, dobe?" he asked, smirking. "Are you sure Kit's not in there?" He tapped my head lightly.

I shrugged, still blushing. Truth to be said, I was incapable of answering the teme. If Kit really was here, I couldn't feel him at all.

Sasuke sighed, then resumed the previous conversation. "That British lady," he remarked, pointing to the no-nonsense woman that had just offered us to work for her this summer. "She's the head of a popular female magazine. You'll also be viewed by women, from now on."

"I thought that was already the case," I replied, surprised.

He arched an eyebrow.

"Ino and Sakura told me they'd seen our pictures," I recalled. "And Hinata had shown them to Kiba, so she got them from somewhere."

"Really?" he sounded amused. "I doubt my brother is completely innocent on that matter."

"He's guilty as hell," I grumbled. "I say we hang him by his toes as soon as we get back." I hadn't realized. Itachi was just as perverted as our manager.

Three hours later, we still hadn't discussed with everyone, but Kakashi told us we could leave if we wanted. It had become increasingly difficult not to yawn, and I was grateful for the early dismissal.

* * *

The sounds of our footsteps on the marble floor were being indecently loud. Rubbing my head, I elbowed the teme playfully. "There's no way I'd get drunk, right?" I asked in a teasing voice.

"I didn't think they'd open the wine bottles this fast," he admitted. "But you're the one who decided to taste everything people proposed you."

"They were nicier than you. Nicer," I corrected myself. "I'm still not eating that epoiiisse thingy thing."

He sighed. "You didn't drink that much, dobe. Stop making a fool of yourself." He pointed at my feet. "You're still walking straight."

Adequately I stumbled, and he caught me with another sigh. "I like acting drunk," I told him in a slow, happy voice. "And you can't say I'm entirely normal either."

"A bit too cheerful on the way back," he admitted. "But that's not drunk."

I paced like a five-year old in front of our door as Sasuke took out his keys, and pushed him inside as soon as he'd unlocked the wooden frame. "Temeeee," I said, gripping his suit tightly. "Why aren't you drunk?"

"Stop it," he replied, annoyed. "I don't want to sleep with a clown. Let go of me, dobe."

With a small humph I obeyed, and promptly began undressing in the middle of the room. Thankfully I remembered modesty just in time to keep my hands from tugging my boxers off. Glancing at the teme, I noticed that he had vanished.

Panic rose a lot faster when you weren't thinking straight. "Sasuke?" I cried, alarmed. "Teme, where are you?" I went to the closest door –the bathroom's-, and pulled the door open.

And shut up immediately. Sasuke was inside, partly undressed. His shirt was halfway pulled over his head, and something looked stuck. "Teme?" I asked, surprised.

An exasperated growl reached my ears, and I laughed, realizing what the problem was. His midnight hair had gotten caught in one of the buttons, and he couldn't see anything.

"Don't move," I ordered as I approached, reaching for the coal black bangs. He obeyed, waiting until I had removed his shirt completely to thank me in a gruff manner. "It wouldn't hurt to be fully grateful, teme," I remarked playfully.

He didn't answer, wordlessly gazing at my newly exposed body. Ignoring the stare, I dropped the shirt and attacked his pants. This time I got a reaction. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice dry.

"Making us even," I replied carelessly. "There's no reason I have to be in boxers and you don't." I pulled the pants down and he sighed, stepping out of them obediently. Satisfied, I looked up at him. "Teme, I want a massage."

By now, he wasn't surprised by anything I asked. He followed me back to the bed without a word, and let me lie down before installing himself on my lower back.

His hands were warm. Probably aware of what I wanted, he repeated what he'd done at the beginning of our second week. The light kisses and teasing fingers caused me to shiver and arch slightly under his touch, and I could feel him smirk as his hands pressed against my bare skin, gradually relaxing my muscles.

On my body's personal initiative, I suddenly shifted underneath him, and, as soon as he had removed his weight from my back, flipped around. He frowned, and didn't sit back down. Impatiently, I reached up, grabbed his torso and pulled him down.

He put his hands on either side of my face to keep himself from crashing onto me, and called, his voice slightly uncertain, "Kit?"

I kissed his chest, and didn't answer. He remained still, and I gripped him harder, clutching his shoulders in order to prevent him from going away. My behavior caused him to chuckle, and he leaned down, kissing my collarbone. "I'm not leaving you, dobe."

I relaxed slightly, and he began exploring my neck with his mouth, making me moan. The sound brought him to an abrupt halt, and he rose a few inches to stare at me. I gazed back, unbothered by my behavior.

"I love you."

Had I said that? My mouth was seriously becoming independent. Okay, so maybe my brain was taking so much time to voice intelligible thoughts; I still appreciated being warned before I made these kinds of declarations. And yet despite this, deep inside my mind –the clouded part that could still think a little- something told me taking it back wasn't an option.

Sasuke remained perfectly still as he inspected my eyes, in search of truth. But when I reached for him, he lowered his face to meet my hand, silently accepting the gesture.

"And I mean it." I knew I wasn't lying. But my words still surprised the two of us. This time, however, the teme snapped. He dropped down, arms snaking around my chest, and glued his chest to mine. I shivered repeatedly at the contact, and wrapped my own arms around his body. The same need that had overpowered me in the Tower suddenly rushed back, even stronger than before.

"Teme," I breathed out. "I want-" My sentence was stopped by one of the softest kisses Sasuke had ever given me. Pulling back, he caressed my cheek, his fingers gentle.

"You know what you want?" he asked.

I nodded. "You," I said, my voice trembling. "I want you." I was crying, I realized. The real question was why. Was I afraid? Afraid of what? Abandon?

He straightened, forcing me to sit, and kissed my forehead. "I'm here dobe," he said softly. "I'm here and I'm not leaving you." His lips spread into a small smirk. "But if you want to have fun, you better cheer up a little." His finger caught my chin, pulling up as I wiped my eyes. "What do you think?"

He shouldn't have said that. Definitely not. My mood changed brusquely, going from desperate and needful to mischievous in the blink of an eye. And there was no way the wine wasn't innocent on the matter. I pushed him back, forcing him to lie down, and attacked his neck. He mumbled something I didn't get, tucking his head sideways in order to give me better access to his skin. I ran my lips against his throat, reaching for the back of his ear, and licking the soft spot situated behind his earlobe. The quiet moan I got in answer told me the gesture was appreciated.

Nibbling the ear thoughtfully, I then lowered my head to his chest, edging to one of his nipples. The teme suddenly looked up.

"Naru-" he swore as I sucked the hardening skin, gripping the back of my head and digging his fingers into my scalp. I smirked, mercilessly playing with bud, glad to feel his small jolts every time I sucked to his liking.

Pulling back, I smiled, careful to breathe over his humid skin. He shivered, but caressed my head wordlessly with his fingers. "I knew you hadn't been acting the last time I did that," I informed him triumphantly. "You can't keep your little secrets from me anymore, teme."

"I won't even try to deny that." He pressed me against his chest again, then brought us both to the edge of the bed. "Lights off," he ordered. "Hurry up."

"You come with me," I replied, pulling his hand as I got to my feet. He sighed and followed, trapping me in his arms when we reached the bathroom, and kissing me as I blindly reached back for the light switch. There. One off, one to go. The bedroom's switch wasn't even out of reach. But the bastard was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. "Teme- stop…Just a minute-" I gasped softly as he turned me around, pressing his burning chest against my back. One thing was sure; he was ready for fun. I smirked to myself, and leaned forward, careful not to lose contact with his hips. The lights went out.

"Think we can make it to the bed?" I asked.

He buried his face into my shoulder. "Not sure. Not if you keep-" he swore again, this time due to the fact that I had fled his embrace. He hurried after me to the bed, tackling me just before I reached the mattress and slamming me on its side. I let out a muffled cry, laughed, and twisted out of his grip, feeling his hands run all over my body in attempt to seize something that would prevent me from moving. The hem of my boxers was his first choice.

"You think that's going to keep me?" I laughed again, and leaped onto the mattress, feeling the fabric slip off my hips as I crawled away from the teme. But I froze as soon as I felt him hop on the bed. He came over on all fours, looming over me as his knees settled on either side of my waist, hands pinning my shoulders down. His breathing was a little harsher than before, and he licked my ear, none too gently.

"See what I meant about teasing?" he growled. "That. You have to stop that if you want me to stay sane."

I let out a chuckle. "You know I wouldn't do anything I didn't think you could handle," I assured him. "But that's my judgment isn't it?" I sighed softly as he let go of my upper body, sat down and resumed stroking my back. "It comes back to trust, right?" I asked, somewhat drowsily. "You're afraid I won't trust you anymore and you think can't trust me and you know what I think about both and-"

"You realize you're hardly making any sense?" the teme asked, smirking. "Don't fall asleep just yet."

"You think I'd fall asleep with you sitting on my naked ass?" I shook my head, rubbing my nose into the covers. "Just waiting for you to go a little lower." Miraculously, his hands followed my will. I tried again. "Lower…" I sighed as he moved down even more- "Lower…" –reaching the bottom of my waist, sliding even lower, against the sensitive skin, and slowly diving between my parted legs. I moaned softly, raising my hips as he reached for- "Oh God."

"Please try not to voice the name of any deity while we're doing this kind of thing," that asshole of a bastard told me with a small chuckle, griping my member fully as he spoke. "Or I'm going to have to remind you the status of homosexual intercourse in religion."

"Shut up," I growled. "Don't use complicated words when I'm-" I bit my lip to hold back any profanity my mouth might utter, but was unable to withhold a gasp. Damn, his mouth was on me. Pressing right against the tip of my aching erection. How in the world had it gotten there? How could I have flipped over without realizing it? How the fucking hell was I supposed to keep my mouth shut when he was driving me through torrents of bliss?

"Teme!" I arched up as his mouth engulfed me, delicious humid heat becoming the sole sensation of my existence. This was better than anything I'd ever done before. My back strained, but I couldn't get enough. His tongue danced, everywhere around me. It was torture. It was bliss. It was…Fuck, hell, it was gone.

"You-" The teme silenced me with a kiss, correctly assuming he'd need to react in a minimal amount of time once his mouth had left my member. I raped his mouth angrily, feeling my growing frustration and want, and he pushed me back, towards the head of the bed, letting his boxers slide off his waist as he did so. His erection brushed against mine, and I lifted my hips forcefully, keen on renewing friction. Sasuke's breath came out a bit more harshly than intended.

Suddenly I felt my head bump against a small, hard object, and blindly reached for it as the teme attacked my neck. It was a bottle. In the darkness, I couldn't read what was written on it, and doubted it was in English anyways. Seeing I was distracted, the teme looked up, and reached for the object.

He inspected it for two seconds before snorting. "You're going to kill Hatake," he informed me.

"What is it?"

"Lube."

Immediately I straightened, forcing him off me, and took the bottle back. "Seriously?" He nodded, and I opened the cap, sniffing the substance curiously. "Oranges," I said, feeling slightly surprised. "That pervert thought I was going to-" I looked up at the teme, suddenly meek. "I'm bottom?" I asked.

Sasuke smirked back. "Lucky guess?" he teased, extending his hand. "Hand it over dobe. Unless you want to do it yourself."

I was fairly certain my eyes glinted when he spoke. "You bet."

He remained perfectly still, though despite the darkness I could still see his eyes had widened. Heh. Hadn't been expecting that. Though now it meant I had to take action.

Tipping the bottle of lube, I spread its contents upon my fingers before getting to my knees. I waited for the cool liquid to warm a little, then slowly reached down, past my aching member, past my testes, all the way down to the small opening I knew was there.

"Naruto…" Well, it looked like I had rendered the teme nearly speechless. I spread the lube over my entrance generously, pausing as I placed the tip of my fingers against the opening. I looked up at Sasuke. His mouth was slightly parted, his eyes wider than usual. And he was undeniably aroused.

I pushed the digit in, gently, forcing my muscles to relax. The feeling was strange, but in the state that I was, there was no way I could call it painful. I went deeper, coating the inside with lubricant, and suddenly gasped when I touched something that sent a jolt through my entire body.

A hand covered mine. Slipping his fingers between my lubed ones, Sasuke gently inserted one of his own digits inside the tight opening, caressing the first trespasser with barely restrained lust. I moaned into his ear, and he growled back.

"Damn tease."

Both our fingers kept me from laughing normally. I pulled out and slid in again, feeling the teme do the same. He was careful not to follow my pace however, and the mixed feelings produced by the two fingers were almost enough to drive me over the edge. Pulling out completely, I reached for his member and stroked it with my lubed hand, desperate to increase this already maddening sensation.

Sasuke drew a sharp breath, and his hand left my lower body as he pushed me back against the mattress, forcing my legs apart. I complied without any resistance, lifting my hips as soon as I felt his member press against my entrance. For a moment he remained still, hesitant, and I met his eyes squarly, silently ordering him to move.

He inched in, slowly. I let out a small gasp, and, almost reflexively, he leaned down to cover my lips with his, soothing tongue poking out while he pushed even deeper into my body.

I arched again, moaning inside his mouth. At this point, I was way too aroused to feel any pain, and he slid in with ease, stopping once he was completely sheathed. His tongue ran over mine, worried, wordlessly inquiring if I was alright. I responded by raping his mouth all over again, attacking his teeth, his throat, his tongue as well, exploring every inch of the warm cavern with meticulous dedication, and bucked my hips to tell him he could move.

My second gasp was loud. He'd pulled all the way back and thrust back in, instantly hitting that same spot that had me jolting before. This time I actually saw stars. He must have felt me tense, because he broke the kiss and asked, "Dobe?"

Pushing back the need to tell him he had every right to feel guilty after shoving his member so forcefully into my ass, I kissed him, shaking slightly, and whispered, "I'm fine." I kissed his jaw line to prove my point, nibbling the skin. "Do it again," I ordered. "More slowly this time, or I'll be finished before we even start." I pulled back as far as the mattress would allow me, and thrust myself back onto his member, feeling his grip tighten brusquely around my shoulders.

"You'll be the end of me, dobe."

It was the last thing I heard before I was sent straight up towards nirvana. Ever heard how raw pleasure feels like? When your spine's on fire, all of your bones are molten lava and each and every nerve of your body is nothing more than an electrical wreck? I couldn't tell where I was, who I was, couldn't control my body. All I knew of was bliss, pure bliss that flooded me every time Sasuke thrust into me, kissed me, loved me. It was perfect. Just perfect.

We hit orgasm in near unison, neither of us fully capable of articulating the other's name as we came, clutching at each other in a somewhat desperate manner. I saw white for a couple of seconds, then my erratic heartbeat told me I had come back down to earth.

Panting, I remained still as Sasuke pulled out, and dropped down next to me, breathing nearly as hard as I was. I let out a low groan, and wiped away the beads of sweat forming upon my face. Now I was glad French nights were cool. Forcing myself to my feet, I wobbled to the window and opened it, barely noticing the sudden increase of noise. Fresh air hit me and I sighed, glad to feel my body cool down a bit. Turning, I saw the teme remove some of the sheets from our bed, and look into a closet for new ones.

"I thought you got those from the cleaning lady," I mumbled tiredly as he pulled them out.

He shrugged. "If the pervert thought about lube, he thought about the rest," he replied. "You should go wash."

I shook my head. "Too tired," I told him, yawning. "I'll do it tomorrow. Or you should do it."

Closing the window, I went back to the bed, falling limply onto the mattress as soon as he was done putting everything into place. I didn't move when he sighed, or left, or came back with a warm, wet towel and proceeded in removing sweat and seed from my body. Done, he headed back to the bathroom, and I fell asleep before he returned.

Can anyone guess I love teasing? Oooh, I'm evil. Nah, I've been working on other lemon scenes for other fics (you'll see them if you stay in touch ^^ ), and thruth to say, it's simply not as fun if you take basic seventeen year olds and write about their first time. I prefer experienced characters...

So, consider yourselves lucky (there wasn't supposed to be a lemon scene at first, but I realized it after I put an M rating and didn't want to decieve my dear readers (now that would've been mean ^^ ), so I decided I could make an effort).

Review, tell me if you liked it (I would like to know), and stay tuned for the (truly) last chapter of Just an Act...