Life Of A Secret Agent

Chapter Eight

So maybe Sasuke had not been exaggerating so very much when he accused him of being out every night. But both he and Kiba were unattached bachelors who enjoyed nights of fun, over-excessive drinking and dancing and were loud and needed loud clubs and parties to merge into...

Which was why Kiba was dropping him off, half buzzed at two something in the morning. Naruto slung an arm over his shoulder and grinned exuberantly as Kiba recounted an incident he had apparently been apart of at one of their previous club visits - he didn't even remember it happening! - and it triggered the memory of last night.

He wondered if that girl was okay, if she had remembered everything that had happened to her. Not necessarily that he wanted her to remember him because it was always best when people didn't but more so she wouldn't have been confused and scared this morning. Well at least she would have gotten home safely. Kiba had made sure of it and if she couldn't remember prior to them putting her in the cab and didn't trust in the inherent goodness of people, well...that's what doctors were for.

It made him frown to think of the persons going around drugging people again and Kiba nudged him in the side before depositing him none too gently onto his front room couch.

"Yo, it's almost three. I'm heading home. You good?" Raising one arm slowly, Naruto gave Kiba the thumbs up, mind admittedly moving a tad slowly. He needed to lay off the alcohol a bit.

After looking him over with some sort of cross-eyed inspection Kiba gave a nod before deciding it was okay to leave him and exited his house. He had always told his friend he could crash with him until morning but Kiba hardly did. Naruto didn't know why, he had like a huge Queen sized bed not to mention the couch that saw more action, 'sleep action unfortunately', than said bed... but Kiba somehow still never got as wasted as he did. He wouldn't let his friend drive them otherwise if he didn't know he was capable.

Making himself comfortable with the minimum of movement , Naruto tilted his head to look out the front window of the house that pointed across the street. He had to shift until his neck was over the arm of the sofa...but yup, Sasuke's light was on.

He wondered what Sasuke was doing. He was never out, didn't seem to party. The only things he did were work and run. God, he did like watching Sasuke run...

Naruto groaned, letting his head loll to the other side. He should get some sleep. There was a football game tomorrow at UCLA that he was supposed to be covering live in the evening so he didn't have to worry about the usual early work day tomorrow. Maybe Sasuke had the day off too and that's why he was up late...

And even with his mind half-addled from alcohol his brain wouldn't turn off and Naruto grunted in frustration - thinking, thinking constantly, always! Argh! He didn't want to think about casting or WGB administration or Sasuke!

It occurred to him then he should have just gotten blind passed out drunk but the throwaway thought clashed with the belief that he shouldn't become an alcoholic.

On a whim he maneuvered his phone from his pocket and re-dialled the number that had called him from the club days ago. More than likely it was some random wrong number who would curse him for waking them at three am and he could curse at them back or flirt if they sounded cute...or curse them then flirt. Heh, an uncomplicated social interaction with a soul he'd never meet...

Naruto was grinning by the third ring and tensed in anticipation when he heard the click of the call being answered.

A male's sleep husky voice murmured a low 'hullo' in his ear and Naruto paused for, just a beat, before launching into what could be the most epic phone sex pick-up of all time. It was a passing thought, just a laugh...if it worked it would be epic that was all...

"Hi! Someone called me from this number. Sorry if I'm calling late -" 'No I'm not, your voice sounds delicious.' "I, was called late and I thought maybe I'd have a better chance reaching you now than earlier in the morning...well, I already tried earlier in the morning and no one answered so..." Naruto smirked and gave his best coaxing tone to the implication that he had had no choice but to try now. This was make or break - he'd either be slewed with profanity or that deep bass tone would forgive him and try to disengage at which point he could throw in a flirtatious pass. Oh yeah, he could definitely say something about this guy's voice... "...uh, hello? Hell-llooo?" Except the guy had stopped talking. What the hell?

The lack of response seemed like it was going to never end until finally the guy spoke up.

"Uzumaki - it's late. This is Sasuke. Just," OH SHIT. "I'm sorry I'll call you back tomorrow about the proposal. I need to sleep." OH FUCK. Naruto shot upright on the sofa, head suddenly pounding in tempo with his heart.

"Oh. Oh-kay. Right. Sure." Naruto almost panicked before pulling up his biggest and fakest laugh. "Ah, my bad Sasuke. Sorry, I'll just save the number and let you, go, then." Sasuke fucking Uchiha then groaned into his ear before hanging up. SHIT, FUCK.

Feeling like a newborn colt, stumbling to his feet, Naruto stood to face the window he had been peeping-tom-ing through and within moments the lights were off next door. Jesus...he had called Sasuke! No, there was not enough alcohol... Naruto groaned loudly and stumbled himself off to bed, purposefully ignorant, pointedly ignoring the ache of his stiffening erection.

A/N: *hears a chirp back* XD

I'm thinking Thursday. I mean it, Thursday.