A/N: My desk is covered in a mass of animal bracelets so let's start the story before they decide that my hand looks mighty tasty. XD

Warnings: The usual. :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NAURTO OR MIDNIGHT SECERTARY

"Talking"

"Thinking"

??? – Time/Scene Change

Quack Woof Oink

Love: Noun, Verb

Sasuke wondered if Aspirin could help with a splitting head. Ha, you laugh, but he's dead serious. The raven could feel his head trying to tear itself apart as he tried to juggle two very different, clashing bosses. Whenever the two fought, Sasuke didn't know who he should side with and unfortunately, Kyuubi and Naruto fought, as often as they could. Some days, Sasuke felt very much like a school teacher breaking up a fight between two angsty teenagers. There was only so much the secretary could take. Sasuke didn't know how things had suddenly gotten so complicated.

"The interior design of my company is very tasteful." Naruto praised with a neutral expression. "I'm very satisfied with your company's work, and yesterday, when the staff finally settled in and started their work, they were impressed too."

"Is that so? I'm glad to hear it." Kyuubi answered with a grin. "We value our clients' opinions highly. No matter whom they are."

Naruto smirked and Sasuke groaned in annoyance. He could feel another pointless fight coming, so he decided to interrupt before things got out of hand. Sasuke really didn't need Kyuubi calling the security guards again just so the red head could smirk happily as Naruto is dragged out of the building cursing and yelling. Immature brats…

"The personal room?" Sasuke asked as he handed Kyuubi a folder.

"Oh right," Kyuubi answered as he took the folder, a little disappointed that his chance to fight with the blond was ruined. "The offices were designed to fit the purposes of NFR (*), but the president's personal floor should reflect President Uzumaki's personal style. So we leave this matter to the person in charge, which would be you Uchiha-san."

"Of course," Sasuke answered as Kyuubi turned his attention back to Naruto.

"Officially, it'll seem like I'm the one receiving your design requests but in truth Uchiha-san will be the one who will inform me of your choices and will submit the request forms directly to the people in charge of this project, but under my name." Kyuubi explained.

Naruto nodded in agreement. Sasuke sighed tiredly. Dealing with these two was starting to take its toll on him. Not only did Naruto refuse to let Kyuubi forget, for even a second that Sasuke was his secretary, but Kyuubi was also as determined to remind Naruto that Sasuke was officially Kyuubi Inc.'s head secretary, and officially that was what mattered. So Sasuke has to talk to Kyuubi like he is Naruto's secretary, but the raven had to deal with Naruto's temper as if he is Kyuubi's secretary. Ugh. The Uchiha's head was starting to spin a little.

"Uchiha-san!"

Sasuke was pulled out of his thoughts and he quickly straightened himself and answered Kyuubi. "Yes sir?"

"The makeover plans are behind schedule, correct?"

"Yes sir," Sasuke answered. "I apologize, but some of the items President Uzumaki wants are harder to obtain than we originally thought. There are rough drafts, but I was reluctant to approve them which, unfortunately, influenced the people in charge, so they're redoing them…"

"I understand." Kyuubi said with a grin. "So basically the whole inferior's design is up to you?"

"That's only natural," Naruto answered before Sasuke could open his mouth. "Uchiha knows me better than anyone. Of course there will be things that I'll reject, but overall, I've left all decisions to Uchiha. So it's perfectly okay for you to consult him without talking to me." Naruto then smirked as a thought occurred to him. "Plus, Uchiha is the only one of my partners that will be allowed that floor anyways, so it should suit his tastes too."

Sasuke nearly chocked on his own spit. "Wha… What President Uzumaki means is that he doesn't like to take the people he meets privately to his own apartment." The raven glared at the grinning blond. "I'm mean. I'm his secretary, so of course I'll be there. To finish work and such." Sasuke explained, trying to keep a straight face as he looked at Kyuubi.

Kyuubi narrowed his eyes but said nothing. "Anyways, we should probably hurry the project along. I'm sure it's very inconvenient for President Uzumaki to continue living in a hotel. Uchiha-san, could you find the time for a tour of the showrooms with me?"

"Um… Actually, I'm sure I can manage on my own. You have too many things to do—"

"Of course not." Kyuubi cut in. "And I have to know what your choices are as well. Plus if I'm with you, I'm sure you're more likely to get better service and more flexible solutions." Kyuubi smiled at a dumbfounded Sasuke. "I insist on going through the makeover plans with you. So please, rearrange my schedule."

"Yes… sir…" Sasuke answered hesitantly.

"After all, this is President Uzumaki's direct order. We can only provide the best." Kyuubi smirked.

Sasuke silently prayed for his well-being as the room's temperature dropped several degrees.

???

Naruto angrily paced the hotel room, a cigarette firmly in place. Sasuke organized a stack of documents before glancing at the pacing blond.

"This is what you get for messing with karma," Sasuke quietly mumbled.

"What did you say Uchiha?" Naruto snapped.

"Uh… This is what a properly organized file should look like?"

Naruto growled softly. "I hate it when others have their way with my property! It's practically vandalism."

"President, you do remember that I'm still technically Kyuubi's secretary, right?" Sasuke asked skeptically. Naruto tends to have a very selective memory.

"You are m—"

"Mine. Wherever you are." Sasuke finished. "Yes, yes. I know."

Naruto glared at his secretary's turned back and then looked sulkily out the window. Sasuke glanced over his shoulder at a fuming Naruto and couldn't help but smirk.

"I know that he's very self-centered and acting like a child, but I can't help but feel happy when he says something like that. I know that my feeling for him will never be returned, but I somehow feel that he's opened his heart up to me just a little." Sasuke sighed as he folded and threw a piece of paper away. "I really have the worst taste in the people I date…" Sasuke placed a piece of paper into another binder and accidentally cut his finger on the paper edge. "Damn…" Sasuke cursed.

"What's wrong?" Naruto asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"It's nothing. Just a small paper cut." Sasuke answered, trying to stop the bleeding.

As Sasuke was about to apply pressure to his still bleeding cut, Naruto's hand appeared beside his hand and grabbed his injured finger and brought the bleeding digit to his hungry mouth. Sasuke tried to hide his blush as Naruto's burning tongue passed over the small cut.

"You can't waste a single drop," Naruto stated as he licked Sasuke's finger. "Do you know how much self-control I have to use to make sure I don't devour all of you? How I need to keep myself in check even to do this small action?"

"Sorry," Sasuke answered quietly. "If I could be your only meal, the only one you feed from, I would be ha…" The raven quickly cut himself off and rethought his statement. "ppy to have one less thing to worry about. Dealing with some of your 'meal' partners gets very tiring and—"

Sasuke was cut off as Naruto pulled the raven forcibly into his body. Naruto leaned down so that his face was only centimeters away from Sasuke's. "Ya know. That last drop was very unsatisfying. So we should help make you produce a better one, right?"

Sasuke stared at Naruto's smirking features and replied. "Of course, I only want to provide you with the best possible blood."

"Of course," Naruto agreed as he finally connected his lips to Sasuke's, in a sweet, painful kiss.

???

"You look like you're having fun," Kyuubi smiled as he watched Sasuke move from the different showroom displays.

"I suppose," Sasuke answered as he moved to another display. "I just want to make sure that everything is perfect and up to President Uzumaki's tastes."

"Really?"

"Yes," the raven answered absently.

"So Uchiha, what types of rooms do you prefer?" Kyuubi asked as he watched Sasuke study some heavy curtains intently.

"Hmm… I suppose I like rooms that aren't filled with too many artificial lights. I like natural lighting a lot more than artificial lighting, and the rooms can't be too small but not overly large either." Sasuke answered. "I suppose I like very simple rooms."

"Sounds just like you," Kyuubi added.

"Thank you." Sasuke replied, but honestly he couldn't picture Naruto in the middle of all that brightness.

The two then walked pass a long row of bed and Sasuke stopped and studied one before his face instantly turned red as he remembered what Naruto had told him the night before.

"Be especially careful about the bed. Make sure you like it, since you'll be spending a lot of time in it."

"Is something wrong?"

"Uh. No. Nothing," Sasuke quickly answered as he hastily moved away from the bed.

"Here look, I found a catalogue that shows some of the items that aren't on display."

Sasuke took the offered catalogue and started flipping through the pages with Kyuubi looking over his shoulder.

"Are you looking for a bed?"

"Huh?" Sasuke turned to see one of the employees smiling politely at him. Sasuke then looked down confusedly and sure enough, he was standing beside a bed. Damn it…

"Your lover is a very tall person," the employee had to stifle a giggle before she continued. "So how about this bed? It's large enough for the two of you and there's even stretching room."

"Huh?" Sasuke looked at the grinning employee in disbelief. "No, we're not togeth—"

"Actually I don't like big beds." Kyuubi interrupted. "If the bed is smaller then you're able to get closer to your partner. It's cozier."

"President," Sasuke whispered. "Please don't give her the—"

"Hey! You people are…"

The employee turned to see her boss and when explained about Kyuubi and Sasuke real relationship, she suddenly felt very stupid.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" she apologized. "I just have this tendency where every guy I see, I just automatically assume they're with the guy next to them. I'm so sorry."

"Oh, no." Sasuke answered. "It's fine." Sasuke wasn't new to this kind of situation because unfortunately this is a very common occurrence in his life. Yaoi fan girls. Scariest people alive.

As the employee apologized on last time, she quickly scurried away, and Kyuubi suggested lunch. Sasuke nodded and followed after the red head as he led the way to the eating area. On the way, Sasuke saw numerous couples looking at furniture and couldn't help but think what would happen if he came with Naruto instead, but quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. Naruto didn't belong in such a bright and sunny place.

"Uchiha?"

"Ah, yes?" Sasuke snapped out of his daze.

"Are you alright?" Kyuubi asked worriedly. "You seem tired."

Sasuke shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Thank you for coming with me today, and I would like to apologize on behalf of President Uzumaki and NFR to the people of Kyuubi who had already prepared a design plan, but President Uzumaki doesn't like compromises. His way or no way."

"Really?" Kyuubi raised a questioning eyebrow. "But, to me, it seems more like you, Uchiha-san, is the one that doesn't want to compromise on the president's comfort. But we cleared all problems, so in the end, it's a good thing you decided to use Kyuubi for your interior designing."

"Yes," Sasuke agreed. "Thank you. I'm glad that I can still be of use to you President Kyuubi."

Kyuubi smiled but then frowned. "But you'll resign soon. How's your work coming along?"

Sasuke nodded. "Everything is in order. I believe everything will be taken care of in the next three months. So I've already started to inform my superiors of my resignation."

Kyuubi sighed. "A secretary has to deal with a lot of classified information. So it's only natural that a company is very sensitive towards a secretary's private relationships. But fortunately, Uzumaki and I both know that you won't betray either of us. So if our positions were switched, then our relationship shouldn't bother President Uzumaki."

"Excuse me?" Sasuke asked with obvious confusion. Kyuubi was making no sense.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Kyuubi asked, looking Sasuke in the eye.

Sasuke stared at Kyuubi with wide eyes. "What?"

Kyuubi smiled at Sasuke in understanding. Understanding of what was what Sasuke wanted to know. "What I'm trying to say is. I think I've fallen in love with you… Uchiha-san."

The raven stared at Kyuubi's sincere smile in shock with only one thought running repeatedly around in his head.

"Shit…"

TBC…

(*) – NFR stands for Naruto Fucking Rocks. XD But for professional purposes, let's pretend it stands for something intelligent. XD

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