There was an impressive storm brewing outside the Uchiha manor. The loud thumping of raindrops was silenced by the soundproof windows. Azure eyes watched as water cascaded down the bay window in his room as his slender fingers tied the knot of his bow tie.
Naruto was more or less recovered from the embarassing incident earlier and was getting ready for the party this evening. He knew that Mikoto and Fugaku were attending as well as Itachi. He was slighty preoccupied with the proability that Itachi had been right about Fugaku knowing that he wasn't really Sasuke's lover. And he hoped to whoever was up there that Miki wouldn't find out. It would break him to know he broke her.
A small smile moulded plump rosette lips. Mikoto and himself had been talking on the phone alot lately. He was giving her his opinions on her newest venture. It was a novel with suspiciously the same events as what had happened between himself and Sasuke. But on a particular Skype call with the married brunette, he just hadn't had the heart to chastise her about it. Naruto turned from the window to glide to the mirror. He inspected himself in the floor to ceiling mirror and gave himself a wink. As much as he hated to admit it, even in the confines of his own mind, the Teme really did have good taste. It was frighteningly amazing how he was able to get the suit tailored so perfectly without having naruto be there himself.
A shudder ran down his spine.
At least, Naruto didnt think he was there.
"Knock, knock."
The blonde turned to see said bastard at his door. Sasuke was leaned up against the door frame, trim black suit, black silk shirt and red tie. His hair was slicked back, a small strand in his forehead. He looked .. well, delicious. It was suddenly very hard for Naruto to breathe , and the once comfy pants had begun to tighten.
Naruto cleared his throat . "Well, you clean up rather well."
"Thank you," Sasuke's husky voice managed as he raked in Naruto's body in the suit he had specifically had made for him. A red bowtie to match him , but a white dress shirt underneath his jacket, "You look good enough to eat."
An unwanted blush consumed his face as Sasuke stalked forward. Before he had time to move, he was enveloped in strong arms, the scent of spice and Sasuke wafting around him in a enchanting trap. He suddenyl found his eyelids growing heavy as he gazed into endless abyss. His very soul being sucked out of him in efforts to be one with Sasuke.
He licked his suddenly dry lips . Whimpering in his head when he realized the action had brought down the intensity of those eyes on them, "I'm not on the menu."
"Of course not," A hot tongue ran up the base of his neck to his chin, lapping at his lips, "Do you really think I would share you with those peasant guests?" Sasuke gripped his chin with one hand and turned his head to the side. He ran his tongue up the side of Naruto's face, curling his tongue around the lobe of the ear there and sucking lightly. He bit sharply and ellicited a gasp from the captured blonde.
Naruto's knees wobbled and he gripped Sasuke's forearms to support himself. "Sasuke..mhn..ha..Sasuke..."
"Yes, Naru? What is it ?" He had began nipping a purple trail from the ear down to the base of his neck again.
"I...I want..."
"Yes?"
Naruto shuddered into the firm body, breath coming out rapidly. "No .. I need .. I need ... "
"What?" The raven had stopped his nibbling and was just breathing in the soft scent of Naruto that reminded him of honey, lavender and cream. "Need what?"
"Y..Yo..You. I need you , S-Sasuke. Please .."
"Your wish is my -"
"Sasuke , you're needed downstairs. And by all that is scared, can you please refrain from eating Naru-chan alive? I rather like him." Itachi's amused voice broke the trance Naruto was in. The blonde jumped away from Sasuke as if he was the boogeyman. His frightened gaze flicked to Itachi and he mentally groaned at the look he was receiving. He was indefinitely sure that he would not live this down.
"Itachi, why don't you go drop in a 6 foot deep hole ?" Sasuke growled as he glared all hell at his older brother. He was rather having a very good time before the insolent bastard he called his aniki had simply ruined it.
Ignoring his ototo, Itachi turned to Naruto, "Naruto, would you like me to escort you downstairs? It's hardly safe up her with all these wolves about. I fear for your delicate flower, Naru-chan. Come. Mother is ecstatic to speak with you. Let us leave Sasuke to his business."
Somehow Itachi had gotten a hold of Naruto and was guiding him down the hallway to the stairs. Naruto could only register a loud growl before he was engulfed with the party and a very tipsy Mikoto who clung to him with all her might. Throughout the night, while his eyes met obsidian from across the room, he knew one thing was ceratin.
He was going to pay for what he had said.
Oh damnit.