Hello! Really quick note:

The first section, before it breaks off into another scene, was inspired by a classical song titled Le Onde by Ludvico Einaudi. It's a piano piece that is absolutely beautiful. I highly suggest listening to it while reading this, you obviously do not need to, but I thought it really fit with the tone of the story. Thank you for reading! :)

"So have you thought about whether you want to take the position or not?"

Naruto's blue eyes flickered over to Sasuke's form over by the bed before looking down to his sketchbook once more. Sketching the man was one of his favorite things whenever he couldn't think of anything to draw seeing that Sasuke wasn't one to move much, especially when he knew Naruto had chosen him for inspiration.

"Not really. I mean, working with your father and your family doesn't sound like too much fun."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, not that the blond could see from his position on the old recliner by the window, and flicked through the magazine he had brought with him. It had been one of those odd days that had begun with Shisui calling him early in morning just as he had gotten up to let him know Itachi had stopped by and given him the day off. Although it was sudden and his older brother hadn't told him about this before, Sasuke threw on his running clothes and had done a couple of laps around his neighborhood before returning to his apartment and taking a brisk shower.

With his free time he passed by his brother's house to drop off some vegetables from his personal garden he had in his balcony. Hana greeted him with a wide smile and a strong hug. He still wasn't used to the lack of personal space she gave him that most did but it was a thing he was slowly getting used to. They had spoken only for a while as she gave him an update on the latest news of the soon to be newest Uchiha family member. Hana rubbed her protruding stomach and laughed at the pink hue that appeared on his cheeks when she asked him if he was excited to be an uncle.

After leaving he had called Naruto to see what he was doing and happened to mention that he didn't have to be at the rescue until five. So with that being said, Sasuke went and picked up lunch from the bistro they always ate at and walked in on the blond staring at an empty canvas. Frustrated that he couldn't come up with something, he asked Sasuke to do whatever he wanted and allow him to sketch him to see if anything came to his mind.

"You wouldn't be working for my father idiot, you'd be working alongside Itachi and myself and you would have to deal with Shisui every now and then."

Naruto grunted to show he had listened to him but didn't respond back. There was something not right in the drawing but he just couldn't seem to pinpoint it. Looking up to where Sasuke was he took in the nonchalant pose and the upturned spikes on the back of his head and realized something.

"Take your clothes off."

Stopping the page he was turning mid way, he looked over his shoulder and raised a thin eyebrow.

"Not that I mind but why?"

Placing the black sketchbook on the small table he had to his right, Naruto stood and walked the few feet it took to place his knee on the bed and grab Sasuke's knee.

"Your clothes are in the way and it throws off the mood of what I was drawing, so come on."

Unbuttoning the button of his jeans, Sasuke laid still as Naruto lowered his pants and underwear all in one go and threw them on the other side of the bed. The dark blue Henley was taken off slower than his pants and had been placed by the pillow right by his head. Tilting his head, Naruto studied the man beneath him. He was pliant and calm with arms open and bending so that his hands were almost touching his head. Sasuke stared back without wavering his gaze even as he felt a hand softly graze over his pectoral and trace just where his ribs rubbed against his skin whenever he exhaled.

"Do you," Naruto cleared his throat when his voice came out a little too rough, "uh, do you want to stay like this or go back on your stomach?"

Sasuke gave a small shrug, or what would classify as a shrug what with his arms bent in the way they were.

"Will this position suit the mood you were looking for?"

Naruto nodded but his fingers drummed against the heated flesh of Sasuke's hip in thought.

"It's going to take an hour or two though so maybe if I do this," bringing the other pillow under Sasuke's head while adjusting the one with the shirt over it to be near his hand, "you won't get so uncomfortable."

Pushing his body back, he skimmed his hands down the smooth thighs he's touched hundreds of time before and opened them just a tad so that his right knee was slightly arched while the other laid firmly on the bed. His index finger continuously tapped Sasuke's right calve as he looked around the small bed before grabbing one edge of the comforter and laying it over his right hip just so that there was only a hint of his lower extremities showing.

"I think we got it."

Naruto backed away slowly, as if he was moving away from a startled animal, and took his place on the recliner and grabbed the sketchbook, flipping to a new page. He dug from one of the sides of the chair a small remote and pressed a button so that from the kitchen the smooth sound of pianos keys took over the apartment. Under the rays of warm sun that substituted as his light, his hand moved over the page and the only noises heard were the scratching of the pencil and the soft melody coming from the sound system.

There were moments when Sasuke would twitch but he would instantly stop and take a deep breath before calming again. It only took him a few minutes to outline the shape of his body that mostly needed long lines and curved angles here and there before he delved into shading in the shadows so that he would know for later on where to focus. For the better part of the next hour he contoured and erased and rubbed his fingers on certain areas so that the pencil lines would smudge just where they needed to be.

Shaking his hand when he could feel the tell tale sign of a cramp beginning to form, he mumbled quietly that he was almost finishing. Once he was finished with the body, just to the right of the paper, he sketched out Sasuke's face and neck in more detail and in a closer perspective. When he rubbed his ring finger on the hair and erased any of the smudges that had escaped through the lines, he placed the book at arms length and was satisfied with the end result.

"Alright, we're finished. Come here and look at it."

It took Sasuke a moment before bringing his body up into a sitting position after being in the same position for so long. Stretching his arms as he stood up, he stood behind the chair and leaned on the back to look over Naruto's shoulder.

He had always found it eerie to see himself drawn out and placed on paper and to be seen from someone else's perspective, even if he was very well acquainted with the artist. His own two, black eyes stared back at him with his bangs lying on his cheeks and his lips were meant to be in a neutral position but were downturned to seem like the beginning of a frown. Naruto had captured the angles well when it came to his body, all the ups and downs and curves and parts that were missing lighting.

"It's nice."

Naruto patted his elbow without removing his eyes from the page.

"You did most of the work, I just copied what you were doing."

Placing the notebook in its stand he stood and brought Sasuke to sit back on the edge of the bed as he kneeled between his legs. Tanned arms slid against pale thighs and scratchy, thin hair only to come to lock around his waist.

"Working as PR would be great and would put that associate I got to use but I'll need to really think about it. I know you said your dad doesn't work there anymore but I know from the amount of times you've complained about it to me that he still lurks around and you know how your dad feels about me."

Sasuke ran his hand through blond hair, hair that never seemed to be tamed and held it in his grip, lessening it when Naruto flinched.

"Think about it faster then. I need to know with time because if you don't take the job I need to go and scout and that's just more needless work for me when we both know you're qualified enough for the job."

Naruto smiled that blinding smile that sometimes annoyed Sasuke at how bright it was. There was a mischievous look those blue eyes at the same time and it made him become cautious at what the blond might do next.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Sasuke. You offered me this because I told you I was worried where I was heading the other day, right?"

Sasuke scoffed because yes, it had been because of that but he wasn't going to let Naruto know that, especially when he was looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Can we stop talking about my family and work when I'm naked on your bed with your face so close to my dick? Anyways I thought models were supposed to get paid for their posing. Where's my reward?"

Chuckling at that, Naruto planted his lips on Sasuke's own and in-between kisses he said in a singsong voice, "You like me. You like me."

Pulling the blond on him, Sasuke bit Naruto's lips hard with intention and growled out, "I swear if you don't shut up, you're going to get a serious case of blue balls."

Even though the threat was laid with purpose, Naruto laughed out loud and pecked Sasuke's lips. He laughed even louder when Sasuke clamped on to him like an octopus would do to its prey and tried to wrestle him to turn over on his back. When Sasuke had succeeded, only because the other was laughing too much to fight back, he grabbed onto the obnoxious orange t-shirt the blond insisted on constantly wearing and taking half of it off before latching on to the only exposed nipple.

The blond below him arched into it and his laughter was cut short.

"Jeez, warn a guy."

He wasn't complaining though, Sasuke could tell by the pressure of fingers digging into his hips. The sun behind them warmed his back but even with the warmth, his hands remained cold as they pushed Naruto's arms over his head and kept them where they wouldn't be able to touch him.

"You gonna drag this out?"

Naruto panted out as he bucked. He grinned though as Sasuke scowled at his impatience but his expression quickly changed when their bodies were aligned in all the right ways.

"I have the day off so yes, we're dragging this out as long as we can."

The malicious grin that appeared on Sasuke's face made Naruto actually worry a little bit about his life at that moment.

"Stop hissing, you sound like a pissed off cat."

Sasuke grabbed the bobbing head that was in between his thighs and lowered it even more, deciding that he wasn't being taken in deep enough. Naruto yelled out as he chocked just a bit before he fought against the hand on his head.

"Bastard."

Naruto wiped the saliva that dribbled down his lip. He lay back down after composing himself and hoisted Sasuke's legs over his shoulders so that they rested against his back. It took a lot for him not to lift his back off the orange comforter and release the air between his teeth once he felt the overwhelming heat of an eager mouth. Somewhere in the tiny loft an all too familiar song rang through the piano music that had never ceased to play from the small stereo in the kitchen. That all too familiar ringtone made Sasuke groan and it had most definitely not been of pleasure.

"Get off, I need to answer that."

Weakly shoving Naruto's face away, the blond had pulled away with an obscene pop and wet, reddened lips.

"Did you see where my pants went?"

As Sasuke stood, achingly so, Naruto moved over to the spot he had been on and stretched his limbs out.

"It's somewhere around here."

Being no use at all, Sasuke played it by ear until the phone had stopped ringing to only begin ringing again. Once he had strewn himself over the bed and had blindly felt the floor for the contraption until his fingers he met with it, halfway out of his pant pocket.

"Father."

Naruto turned to look at the back of Sasuke's head at the cold tone. Without truly realizing what he was doing, his toes skimmed the soft, pale skin of Sasuke's ankle over and over.

"No, Itachi had given me the day off…am I truly needed for such a trivial tas- Yes father, yes I understand."

The more each second passed, the more a scowl seemed to permanently etch itself on his face. The second the phone call ended, a long sigh escaped from his lips and nimble fingers massaged the bridge of his nose.

"My father called me in, says he needs my help with the papers of another company. I swear the man enjoys to see me suffer."

He took pleasure of feeling the warm body that slid on top of him and the hand that wound itself around his cheek.

"You know, you could always say no."

Pliant lips kissed down the right side of his face as the hand moved from his cheek to his bangs, removing the mussed hair to better work the new expanse of skin.

"Not after all Itachi has done for me. I rather keep the old fool satiated until we can remove him from power all at once."

Removing himself from Sasuke's back and plopping on over to his left, Naruto looked up at him with big, blue eyes and the smallest of smiles.

"I'll entertain myself then until I have to leave for work. Let's go out for dinner tonight eh? Lee found a new curry place a couple of minutes from his place, we could stop by and say hi on the way there."

Looking down at him, Sasuke could tell that the blond wasn't all too happy at that moment. It was something that Sasuke had seen all too many times on his friends face, most of them had been because of him and that didn't sit well with him. Lowering himself just enough to reach towards the other next to him, he captured chapped lips that he had gotten to know all to well since his teen years and didn't release them until he heard a pleased hum come from him.

"I'll call you if anything comes up. Now let me borrow some of your clothes, I don't have enough time to go back to my apartment and redress."

With that, Sasuke left quickly out the door and into the world.

"Are those new?"

He could his right eye twitch at the voice of his cousin. Shisui had given him a once over the second he walked into his view and gave him a smirk as if he could read every little dirty secret Sasuke had.

"It's laundry day."

Shisui scoffed and got close to his little cousin and tried to see if he smelled off. Only getting a good sniff before Sasuke was batting his hands over his face, Shisui scrunched his nose and looked at him questioningly.

"Why do you smell like a child's crayon box?"

Sasuke held the door open for Shisui to pass through before sighing and grabbing the folders his secretary passed to him.

"First of all, it's linseed oil, not some child's school box. Second of all, what does it matter to you on how I smell like?"

Shisui's grin didn't falter whatsoever, all to used to Sasuke's attitude and the punches it could throw even if he didn't mean to. He threw his hands up in the air in surrender and patted Sasuke's back before stopping just in front of one of the couple of meeting rooms the building had.

"Fine, don't tell me where you've been. I'll find out one way or another. Now go on and shine bright for Uncle."

Cackling as he left, Sasuke shook his head at his cousin's ridiculous antics. He had always been like that, ever since they were younger. It was as if he had made it his life's mission to endlessly tease him, one way or another.

Opening the door, Sasuke stopped short as he took a step in realizing his father wasn't alone. Next to him, chatting about pleasantries and stopping once he had made his presence known, was a woman around his age or possibly older with hair dark as his eyes and pale just like his own skin. Her grey eyes were steely and reserved and her posture showed years of training as she sat on the chair as stiff as a rod.

Fugaku looked towards his youngest son, disapproval clearly in his eyes at his apparel and suddenly Sasuke thought that the trip to his apartment would have been worth being late. The clothes he had borrowed from Naruto had been a gift he had given to the blond just about a year ago; it had been a pricy mint green long-sleeved shirt and charcoal colored slacks that the blond had never worn, saying that there hadn't been a time that called for him to wear something so fancy. The only thing that made it clear that it wasn't his was that it was a size too big. While they were both roughly the same height, Naruto was bulkier and had a thick waistline that he had toned due to the sheer amount of physical labor he had done during the end of their high school years and all through college.

So the slacks he currently wore weren't fitted to his slimmer body and the sleeves verged on slipping over his fingers but he had hoped it would have been something that would have been overlooked.

The woman stood and bowed, Sasuke returning one as he looked towards his father for an introduction, or better yet, an explanation.

"Sasuke, it's about time. This is Emily Yakamura, of Yakamura Enterprises. She has personally reached out to us and has taken an interest in investing in Uchiha Corporation."

Sasuke nodded slowly, wondering why he was hearing this at all.

"She has asked for you personally and would like for the two of you to discuss the future plans you brought to the meeting last week over dinner."

For a split second, his breath hitched but his face remained the same neutral expression he used around potential clients/investors. There was something dangerous niggling in the back of his mind, that maybe he should take whatever was to come with a grain of salt and that he should definitely question Itachi on what the hell he was doing entertaining a guest when that was Shisui's job-

Dinner.

It clicked in his head as if someone had just turned on the light. Dinner plans that involved a certain blond and curry and if Sasuke didn't fight it too much then maybe Lee would have joined them. One look on his fathers face caused an internal flinch.

"Of course, it would be my pleasure. Let me drop off these files and we'll be on our way."

Leaving the room, the heavy feeling in his stomach didn't at all leave him that day.

At nine years old, Naruto had gotten into his first fight. The ones in his foster home didn't count because those kids didn't have anything better to do and because he didn't look like the rest of them due to his bright hair and blue eyes; they deemed him to be easy prey. He had shown them though that even though he was small he wasn't one to be picked on.

No, the first fight he actually counts is when a new kid had messed with Sasuke. The girl was tall, taller than all of the other girls in their grade and had blonde hair with strands that came out of her two pigtails. She looked scary to say the least but Iruka had welcomed her into his class and had her sit right next to Choji. Just like every girl in their school, the new girls eyes had landed on Sasuke and never seemed to leave. She trailed after him and sometimes even tried to touch him and not even Sasuke's cold glare or even colder words seemed to faze her. It had gone on like that for the next month or so and Naruto could feel the very little patience he had begin to dwindle rapidly.

Soon their walks to the school had been interrupted by the source of his impatience. She somehow learned their route and blabbered on about whatever crossed her mind the entire way there. Now Sasuke had never been very expressive and had gotten even less talkative the older he got but now that there was a new person trying to infiltrate his life, someone whom he didn't want anywhere near him, it had caused him to become even more reserved then usual.

This had Naruto furious. He had gotten used to Sasuke's moods pretty early on in their weird friendship and there had been a moment where he could remember exactly it had been, the last day of school right before winter break in second grade, where Sasuke seemed to have realized that Naruto wasn't going anywhere and had accepted that fact much to Naruto's delight. From then, things had smoothened out between them, like passing your hands down the wrinkles of your shirt to smooth them out, and soon they were never seen without the other. They weren't just two different people; they had become to be known, by faculty and classmates, as 'Naruto and Sasuke.'

With the continuous pestering that was happening during this time, it seemed to have caused a strain in their friendship. They were constantly nipping and berating each other for the smallest things and often times they didn't eat lunch together, which everyone had noticed but didn't comment on.

The final straw had been one day during lunch, when the cold hair was finally creeping in and the skies had more clouds than sun. Naruto sat around others he knew, Shikamaru slept next to him while Choji and he tried to see who could steal the most food out of their friend's lunches. Ino sat in front of them, doodling on a notebook and Sakura was too engrossed on her book to notice much around her. Naruto had been keeping an eye out on Sasuke, who was sitting on the other side of the courtyard picking away at his bento box, with no one else by his side.

Just as Naruto had decided to go see if Sasuke wanted company, the tall form of the new girl appeared by the double doors of the building and her eyes scanned around the area for a certain Uchiha. Once her eyes had locked on her target, she sped walked right over to him, not caring who or what was in her way. Sasuke ignored her as she stood in front of him, not paying the least amount of attention as she jabbered away on who knows what. Naruto was going to turn the other cheek and let Sasuke fend for himself until what happened next caused him to see nothing but red.

The girl had grabbed one of Sasuke's slim arm and had squeezed so much that Sasuke had actually cried out in pain as he tried to claw her hand away. It was when she shook him that Naruto realized that he had somehow ran across the courtyard and had barreled into her using his head to hit her on the side of her stomach. He hadn't known was he was doing until he felt to arms coil around his chest and hoist him off of her, hands still poised to attack and feet kicking out only to hit the air. He swore he was growling but he couldn't stop because all he could see was Sasuke crying out and being shaken.

It took Iruka to yell out his name a couple of times before he realized he was fighting the air and sagged into Iruka's arms in realization. The girl laid on the floor, bawling with scratch marks running down her cheeks and nose while Sasuke stood off to the side holding the arm that currently had a hand shaped print and was red around the handprint.

Iruka hauled Naruto out of there, a quiet Sasuke trailing after him and all the kids in the yard cheering. After a twenty-minute lecture and a slap on the wrist, Sasuke's parents had been notified that he was being sent to the nurse's office and Iruka had tried to get in touch with Naruto's foster parents but to no avail, he left a voicemail instead. As the nurse looked over Sasuke's arm, Naruto sat right next to him, swinging his legs about and staring at everything but Sasuke.

Naruto jumped when he felt cold fingers slide into his own and when he looked at the pale fingers laced into his own tanned and bruised ones, he slowly trailed his eyes up to Sasuke's face. Sasuke stared straight ahead and didn't seem too happy but the grip he had on Naruto's hand told the blond otherwise.

"I'm not a girl that you need to save. I can handle myself so don't ever fight for me again. Got it?"

Naruto stared for what felt like an eternity but the smile that slowly slithered on to his lips made Sasuke grip the warm fingers even tighter.

"Whatever you say Sasuke."