A/N: For those of you who don't know - I'm a full-time teacher. Yeah, and here I am writing smut...

...that aside, I'm incredibly, incredibly busy. And if I'm not busy being a teacher, I'm busy recovering from being a teacher. This was put together (as always) through the little snippets of time I've been catching between all this craziness. And I'm so proud to say it is almost done! :)

Thank you for sticking with this for as long as you have - it honestly, honestly means the world to me.

I hope to have the last chapter up soon, as it won't be too long.

Without further ado - ONWARDS!

"You know I'm never going to be able to look at these things innocently ever again, right?" Sasuke muttered. He'd discarded his t-shirt soon after, which now lay forgotten besides the rest of his clothes.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Hey, you're the expert here."

"Quit making me sound like some kinda slut."

Sasuke chuckled, selecting the cinnamon syrup. "Wouldn't dream of it. This one's the most full."

"Shouldn't need all of it anyway..." Naruto reached for the bottle, but Sasuke stepped back. "Oi. Hand it over."

"Why?"

"Because I need to do it."

"Why can't I do it?"

"You'll fuck it up,"

"I don't fuck anything up." Sasuke spat back. "I believe that's your M.O., dobe."

"Fuck you," Naruto stepped towards the shelf, grabbing the vanilla syrup instead.

"Bitch," Sasuke scowled.

"Wait here," he replied, moving towards the lounge area. "And don't watch."

"You know that just makes me want to watch, right?" Sasuke smirked, following him anyway. "Just to annoy you."

"You'd want to watch anyway, you sick bastard."

"You wish."

"Just look the other way, please?" Naruto sighed, taking a seat on one of the single armchairs. The way the brown leather contrasted beautifully with his golden hair was not lost on Sasuke, and he felt his gut swoop a little.

"Either I do it," Sasuke reasoned. "Or I get to watch you do it."

"Why?"

Sasuke didn't answer, and sat down on one of the chairs opposite. The leather felt strange against his bare skin, but he knew this seat would offer him the best view.

Neither of them spoke, and Sasuke was pleased to see Naruto beginning to fidget a little. He was gripping the bottle of syrup far too hard, and fixed Sasuke with a pleading look.

The Uchiha simply smirked back, and rested his head against his hand, as if to say, 'Well? I'm waiting.'

Bastard.

Naruto always knew when he couldn't win; Sasuke's almighty smirk would always gleam with an extra shade of stubbornness, daring to challenge him further.

"I hate you," he grumbled, finally squirting a handful of vanilla syrup into his hand. It was slimy, and smelled far too sweet for his liking. He let the bottle slip down beside him.

"Of course you do."

It was no use asking him to look away, so Naruto leaned his head back and focused on the ceiling instead. He shuffled, positioning his feet onto the seat of the armchair, almost squatting in the process. With a deep breath, he spread his thighs into a wide 'V' shape, balancing his weight on his toes, and resting his back against the armchair.

He knew Sasuke could see everything in this position, and the sudden sharp intake of breath from across the table didn't go unheard.

Naruto smiled to himself before lowering his syrupy hand.

Sasuke didn't even dare blink.

Naruto had worked quickly to slather the vanilla syrup along his cock, which trickled its way down his length like a gentle, sensual lick. Sasuke stared unashamedly as Naruto's sac glistened, and he gripped the armrest viciously.

And still, the syrup dripped lower.

He heard Naruto sigh as he slipped his index finger all the way inside that slick, puckered entrance without much resistance at all. His hand quivered slightly before he pulled back out, and then repeated the motion. With each thrust of his finger, Sasuke noticed how Naruto's muscles twitched, swallowing the digit entirely.

The blonde keened when a second finger was added, and Sasuke had to use every shred of willpower to keep ahold of the armrest, and not jerk his already leaking cock. He knew it wouldn't take him long at all, not with Naruto finger fucking himself so teasingly before his eyes. His legs were tense, coiled up with the need to release... and yet he continued, torturing himself with each slow, careful stretch of his entrance, teasing himself just as much as he was teasing the one watching him from across that solid oak table.

"S-Sa-hahhhh..." The blonde's voice was heavy with lust. "Sa-hhhhss...Sasuke..."

Three fingers now. Sasuke watched them disappear, then emerge, disappear yet again, coated with syrup. Each movement, each twitch, each involuntary gasp the other boy offered, Sasuke drank greedily.

"Fuck you, Naruto..." He breathed, gritting his teeth. His sac was swollen, his length throbbing painfully.

"Sasuke..." Naruto whined. "Pl- Sasuke..."

The fingers were pumping faster now, and Naruto's pre-cum was mixing deliciously with the vanilla syrup, slipping down his length.

"What, Naruto?" Sasuke growled, standing up now. He met the other's teary eyes, took in the flushed face, half-lidded eyes, his heaving chest...

Sasuke didn't remember when his hands found their way to Naruto's thighs, pushing the other boy onto his back.

"S-Sasuke-!" Naruto rasped, clamping his own sticky hands over the Uchiha's. "Now. Now, please-!"

"Now what?" Sasuke demanded.

He hadn't intended it to sound so desperate, so pained. Neither had he meant to press forward, the tip of his pulsing cock eagerly kissing Naruto's entrance. Even now, he could feel the heat from the other's body. Sasuke's hair hung over his face in damp strands, but Naruto could still make out the desire burning through the shadows over his eyes.

"Sasuke, just-" Naruto trembled deliciously, saliva running down his cheek. "You fucking bastard just fuck me already you GODD-AHH-Ahhhhhhhhhhh-!"

He needed no further encouragement.

With a sudden snap of his hips, Sasuke pushed forwards, burying his pulsing length deep into Naruto's heated body. He felt the muscles tighten immediately, as if Naruto's insides were trying to swallow his desire, desperate to feel more. The blonde's fingers clutched his own tightly, his nails digging into the skin, and some part of his mind chided himself, reminding him that he should have entered slower, more patiently.

"Fuck patience," He groaned instead, squeezing Naruto's thighs. "Naruto, I... God, you feel amazing..."

"Sasuke-!" Naruto's smouldering gaze met his own. "Sasuke, move... move, just-"

The Uchiha leaned down, pressing his sweaty forehead against Naruto's. He rested there for a moment, letting his heavy gasps tangle with the other boy's, feeling his frantic heartbeat hammer through his entire body.

Naruto tilted his chin up, and started nipping at Sasuke's jaw. "Come onnnnnn, bastard," he whined.

Sasuke captured his lips in response, slipping his tongue around Naruto's right away. "Say the magic word, dobe..."

"Fuck...you..." Naruto murmured against his mouth.

With a twisted smirk, Sasuke pulled out and slammed his cock back into Naruto's hole. With each thrust, the blonde let out a strangled cry, the blood pounding fiercely in his ears. Naruto had released his hands, and now had his arms wrapped possessively around Sasuke's neck, pulling him even closer. His erection pulsed against Sasuke's stomach.

At some point, Naruto had slipped further down the armchair, practically lying down in the seat. The position meant Sasuke's thrusts deepened, and each time the Uchiha pierced into him, Naruto all but squealed in ecstasy.

"Ha-hhhnnnNNN!" he moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly. "Sasuke, you- ahhhhHH fuckfuckFUUCKKKK!"

That filthy mouth spurred him on all the more. Sasuke almost chuckled at how accustomed he was to hearing the blonde swear every five minutes, and yet... here he was, hearing his voice for the very first time. He'd never imagined it laden with lust, barely able to breathe his name, clinging to heated air between them. Those cheeks, usually dyed red from anger or embarrassment, were now flushed with arousal. He could taste the other's sweat, and feel each delicious shudder he managed to pull past those addictive lips.

He ploughed on, never tiring of the way Naruto's muscles would clench around his cock, sucking him deeper. Sasuke's hands forced Naruto's legs higher, more or less resting them against his pale shoulders. He felt them quiver against his neck, tense with excitement.

"Naruto..." Sasuke panted, his voice low. Every exquisite roll of his hips sent feverish spikes of pleasure up his spine. "Touch yourself,"

"N-No," Naruto whimpered back, gripping Sasuke's neck even tighter.

"Do it," he growled.

"I-I'll..." Naruto's breath hitched each time he tried to speak. "I can't, I'll... I'll come-!"

"I want you come, for Christ's sake!" Sasuke rasped, dangerously close too. With a pained groan, he slowed down, letting his hips move gradually.

"No, no..." Naruto almost sobbed. "Don't go slower, don't... Sasuke, move...!"

"Do it, Naruto," Sasuke urged him, barely holding on. "Or I'll stop, I swear it,"

"Liar," Naruto spat, a hint of disbelief in his words. "You... You couldn't,"

"Then if you know..." Sasuke leaned in closer, his sac touching the heated skin against Naruto's ass cheeks. He gritted his teeth, straining against the immense pressure of staying still. And when he spoke, Naruto realised just how different his voice sounded when it was stripped of its usual arrogance.

"Stop making me wait, dobe. I need you."

Naruto's heart swelled with emotion at the words. Sure enough, they'd expressed their desire for each other in one way or another throughout the evening, and here he was buried to the hilt with Sasuke's throbbing length... but this was different.

Those three words... he knew he'd replay them over and over in his mind for months to come. The sheer sincerity, the longing in those endlessly dark eyes, those sleek fingers gripping his thighs so tightly, as if Naruto might disappear... it rocked him to the core, and Naruto couldn't stop himself from untangling his arms from around Sasuke's neck, and pulling him down for an open-mouthed kiss.

He felt the Uchiha's mouth drag his tongue viciously into his mouth, as though trying to rob his own breath. He sucked and nibbled and moaned softly against his lips, coiled and tense, trying so hard not to roll his hips.

"I... Need you too, Sasuke," he whispered finally.

Then he lowered his hand.

Sasuke smiled against Naruto's lips when he felt the other's hand slipping between their stomachs. He felt the sharp intake of breath as Naruto's fingers ghosted over his own leaking cock, still sticky with syrup, and then began moving again.

The blonde's entrance had relaxed somewhat over the last few moments, but as soon as Naruto began stroking his length, his hole tightened once again, clenching around Sasuke's swollen member, urging him on.

"That's a good boy, Naruto..." Sasuke purred, resuming his earlier act of pounding Naruto's asshole. He loved the way his voice would hitch just that little bit higher each time he pressed against that spot. Hell, as close as he was... there was a part of him that didn't want this ending so soon.

"Saaaahhhsssukeee..." Naruto hissed with each twist of his hand. His chest was heaving now, his arm working to pump his cock in time with Sasuke's rough thrusts. "Sasuke, Sasuke!"

It was obvious the blonde didn't care how he sounded at this point, or what he looked like. Here, in the very place they worked at, fought daily, served customers with aching smiles, they were fucking like animals. Christmas decorations and all the bitterness from their argument earlier in the day lay utterly forgotten. Now, the only thing Uchiha Sasuke was concerned about was sending Naruto's senses into oblivion.

"Naruto..." He groaned, pounding Naruto savagely. "Naruto, fuck..."

"Sas- Ahh-Ahhhhhhh-!" Naruto's words were incoherent slurs. His whole body shook, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. "C-Comi- Ahhh- Sasuke- Ahh-AHHHHH-HHHHHH-!"

He felt the blonde tense around him, felt each shudder rock his entire body before he was spurting load after hot load onto his own hand and Sasuke's chest. The sudden clenching around Sasuke's cock had him coming moments later with a deep moan. Naruto's insides milked Sasuke of every last drop, as his orgasm drained gratefully into the other's body.

His head was still spinning by the time he got his breath back. Still firmly lodged inside Naruto's loosened entrance propped himself up on his elbows, careful not to move too quickly. Naruto looked up at him, equally spent.

"You're...such a... bastard," he grinned, eyes practically shining.

"Yeah, yeah," he smirked back. "And who was begging this bastard to fuck him again?"

"Oh, shut up," Naruto scowled, deliberately clenching his muscles around Sasuke's sensitive cock. He chuckled when the Uchiha winced, shuddering against him.

"Bitch," Sasuke began pulling out, but then Naruto's arms were gripping his hips. "What?"

Naruto was amazed he had this much strength left in his limbs. "Just... a little longer...?"

Sasuke didn't say a word. Instead, he leaned in, slowly kissing the blonde's lips for the hundredth time that evening.

Glancing up at the clock, Naruto saw it was almost 11:30pm.

After a while, Sasuke had sat up and murmured something about Kakashi and his job. He'd reached for his clothes and headed to the toilets. The situation had just suddenly dawned on Naruto, and he was unsure what sort of face to make when Sasuke returned. He rinsed his sticky hands in the sink behind the counter and began to get dressed again.

Sasuke joined him a moment later. It was obvious the Uchiha was trying to avoid his gaze. "Shall we just finish this quickly?"

"Yeah..." Naruto stood awkwardly by his side, too nervous to say anything. Not knowing what he could say at this point.

Are you going to act like this didn't happen? Do you regret it? Am I the only one who wants this to be more than just a mistake? Should I have stopped you? Did you not want it as much as I did? Didn't you enjoy it? Are you even thinking about it?

A million questions raced through his mind as he worked. He wasn't even sure what he was doing now; the majority of the decorations had been put up, so now he was mostly clearing things away, chucking odd bits of paper into a bin bag.

"The tree..." Sasuke murmured finally.

"Oh," Naruto turned to look at him, but again, the Uchiha's eyes were focused on the large box by the window. "We can at least... put it up."

"Yeah."

Naruto winced. If he'd known Sasuke was going to be so subdued, he might have reconsidered their earlier actions.

No, he thought firmly. I don't regret what happened, even if he does.

He sighed. "Let's just get the thing out of the box, and stick some tinsel on it. I'll do the decorations tomorrow."

"No, that's not fair." Sasuke said softly.

"Well, you're not in tomorrow..." Naruto squatted down beside the box, trying not to shiver as he did so; the movement had his entrance twitching traitorously in memory. "I'll get Sakura to help me, or something."

Sasuke knelt too, opposite him. At last, their eyes met.

"Naruto," he whispered.

"Yeah...?"

He held his gaze for a long time, their hands resting on the box between them. Sasuke lips moved once, twice, as if he was about to speak... and then he simply shook his head.

The remainder of the night passed in silence.

Not long left to go people! :) If you've made it this far, please leave a little comment telling me why - it really means a lot to me.

Thank you once again for your incredible patience; I don't know how you all put up with me!

TAM