Life Of A Secret Agent
Chapter Two
Was it telling that he cared what that bastard thought? Naruto pouted visibly as the front door didn't open after his shout and remembered the garbage bag in his hand, dumping it at the curb before marching back inside and slamming his door.
He supposed he should call Kiba and tell him off for leaving him outside on his lawn for the sprinklers to get him this morning – while thanking him for the night out… but he was more preoccupied with the guy next door.
It wasn't like he hadn't tried to be friendly when he first moved in, but Sasuke Uchiha thought he was better than everyone else. Especially him, who Naruto knew he thought was just a fool.
'If only he knew how lucky I really am.' With a mental snort he set about clearing the kitchen, making sure the rest of the house was cleaned, put some food in the bowl outside the front door for his adopted stray cat Freud and headed back out the door to head in to work. Casting a slightly regretful look at the house next door, Naruto hopped into his car and revved the engine purposefully before peeling off to work.
While he drove he thought. About the time eight months ago when he'd moved in, how he had invited a few neighbors out for an evening… the ice prince had actually come to other individuals' surprise but Naruto soon found out why the raven-haired man probably kept to himself as most of the unmarried females, 'that one lady had been a lesbian it turned out so that explained why she hadn't…', threw themselves at him.
Sasuke had turned to the gin and tonics Naruto made sure the bartender kept supplying and it had all gone to heck from there. Cold had become moody, moody had become morose, morose had become angry and angry had led to he and Sasuke getting kicked out onto the street, a thrown punch and scuffle, a mistaken kiss and then rapid separation and declared hatred.
He should have taken the shot glass after Sasuke started telling him in the darkened booth about how he should look on the bright side of never having known his parents, 'what kind of life did you have to have had to consider that a bright side?!', but he had been curious and drawn in by vulnerable dark onyx eyes and the slightly pouty pink lips when the man wasn't scowling…
"Ahh fuck." Naruto exclaimed loudly to no one as the wind flew by his window on the freeway.
He blamed Iruka and Kakashi. Since his dad had met that pervert back when he was in his early teens, everything had changed. Well, things had already started changing once his results in high school had gotten to the wrong sort but that was off-topic. Nope, it was them and their relationship.
He had nothing against their lifestyle. They loved each other, good for them. But he didn't want to accept he was – couldn't be… it was only because he was so comfortable with them! Their situation had made him too…comfortable. That was it.
That was the only reason he had… after catching Sasuke's sloppy punch and wrenching his arm in a twist back into its socket… that was the only reason he had kissed him. And technically it was Sasuke's fault too!
He was going to let go after he'd had him trapped against his body. Naruto had realized how badly of a position they were in…pressed together, his nose down in Uchiha's neck in front of a nightclub – God, especially with that really nice cologne the bastard had been wearing… Naruto shifted in his seat scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably as he drove one-handed.
He had moaned. Sasuke had moaned and Hell, if he could have recorded it, turned it into a ringtone and sold it on Napster, Naruto would be rich. So he had nipped him on, well, the whim of his libido. It had said something about Sasuke's sexual preferences that the lightest of bites from Naruto's teeth made him suck in a gasp that practically screamed 'take me now please'. So he had spun him around…and that had led to a lick up his neck, a suckle on his jaw and a brief open-mouthed kiss.
Sasuke had let him… for about half a minute. He had been pushed off, the most heated gaze ever to be shot from an Uchiha's eyes had been fired at him and then Sasuke had stomped off to a cab, never to have a civil conversation with him again.
Now he mostly acted like Naruto was the scum under his shoes from the metro. There were few, rare instances where Naruto felt like Sasuke – maybe, felt like him.
Wondering what could have been. That is, if they were gay. Which…they weren't. Well he wasn't.
Naruto pulled into the underground garage of WGB's building and parked his baby in the reserved spot for him. Three deep breaths, a slapped-on grin and the thoughts of his last half hour were pushed stubbornly from his mind.
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