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Placing the red rose in the center of the cake, Naruto stood back surveyed his handiwork.

"There it is, the reason I met the Uchiha and the only reason Sasuke keeps coming back." With a loud cry of frustration Naruto grabbed his hair and sank down to floor. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he care so much about whether or not the bastard came back?

Sighing he dropped his head into his hands. He did know why he cared so much. Actually he'd recognized it the other night, while he was staring up at the ceiling after getting home from yet another evening spent with Sasuke. That evening had lead Naruto to thinking of some things he, under normal circumstances, would not have thought of.

The Other Night

"Oi, bastard! You know everyone thinks you're a fruit loop right?"

Sasuke choked on the blueberry smoothie he had been drinking at Naruto's sudden question. The duo was sitting in one of the tables near the counter; they had been having a normal conversation until the dobe had asked that question. After taking a moment to compose himself, Sasuke responded.

"What makes you think that?"

Naruto crossed his hands behind his head and leaned back casually in the chair. "Well today a couple of my normal gossipers were in here and they were talking about you, again."

Sasuke nodded. Naruto often spoke of his customers and how he organized them into categories like 'gossipers', 'athletes', 'stressors', etc. He never told the raven any of their names though, just what category they were from. The 'gossipers' and 'hormone girls' were the ones that spoke of the Uchiha most. And not just Sasuke but the 'skilled Itachi', 'intimidating Fugaku', and his beautiful Mother (all of these descriptions were from the customers, not Sasuke himself; like he would admit that his Father intimidated him or his brother was very skilled and his Mother was attractive).

"So they were talking about all the boring business stuff, the latest deals, that company trip to France your brothers going on to check on the offices over there or whatever and blah blah blah. But then, among all the bore one of them started talking about one of those trashy magazines that's always dissing your kind and she said that they were saying you were gay! And her friends all totally agreed with her and said how they saw some pictures of you kissing guys at clubs and stuff." When Naruto had first heard this info he had trouble not jumping over the counter and demanding if they were telling the truth which probably would have scared the crap outta the teens and effectively given himself away as the eavesdropper he is.

"It's the damn paparazzi. They're everywhere and even people with camera phones just have to snap a picture of me doing something 'indecent'—but what is decent that's fun anyway now a days? – and take a picture, give it to those magazines and boom they get cash for making me look bad simply because I'm well known. It's so frustrating because my humiliation is their paycheck and they're totally okay with it! The press practically encourages it even though they try to deny it. Absolutely no justice but there's life for you so whatever." Sasuke replied, setting his elbow on the table and resting his head on the palm of his hand. With his other hand he made a dismissive motion, eyes fluttering closed.

Naruto slammed his chair forward, his hands coming down painfully fast and hard against the countertop. "That's not right!! Listen this café can be like your sanctuary, okay?"

Sasuke opened one at him and his sudden eruption, not that he wasn't used to Naruto overreacting like he was now.

"What the hell are you talking about now, dobe?" the raven drawled.

Blue eyes rolled around to the ceiling and back again. "I'm talking about you having a place you can go to and do anything you want without having to worry about some loser taking a picture of you and posting it on the internet or giving it to a sleazy magazine. As long as you're in here, you'll be safe from the damned paparazzi."

Sasuke almost smiled, Naruto was just so cute sometimes.

"So wait, are you gay?!" he exclaimed, excitement and hope shining in his eyes.

And then he could ruin it so quickly.

Moving slowly he stood also, leaning slightly forward to get closer to Naruto's face.

"And what if I was, Na-ru-to?" Sasuke dropped his voice down to a rumbling bass, rolling his 'r' slightly. He watched blonds' Adams apple bob slightly as he gulped. Forcing his eyes away from the sight of the delicious looking tan neck, past the plump pink lips and back to the sparkling sky blue eyes Sasuke lifted an eyebrow, silently questioning the dobe.

Hopping back and almost stumbling over the chair he had been recently sitting in Naruto waved his hands in front of himself, speaking quickly and almost incoherently he responded, "N-nothing! Abso-absolutely nothing! I, myself, find guys to be attractive and have bottomed and topped several times but nothings wrong with girls either! My college girlfriend, Hinata, was a shy one but man could she get freaky in bed, not that you wanted to know that or anything I was just thinking that girls are fun and all too. But of course, if you're into guys there's nothing wrong with that either, y'know? Everyone's got their opinion and stuff, some like salt, others pepper, and some just like both. Whatever you choose and no one should change your mind or make you feel worse about yourself 'cause their opinion happens to be different than your own right? So guys, girls or maybe both, it doesn't really matter to me! Personally I prefer guys but a girl is good too." Naruto babbled, a nervous habit of his that Sasuke had noticed a while ago from his meetings with the blond.

Sighing Sasuke sat back down. Damnit! That had been so close. Just like all the other times. Maybe it's just me, maybe he doesn't feel anything at all. But he did just admit he was bisexual so there still might be a chance for me in this…. Sasuke thought as he crossed his arms and stared at the flustered male. Naruto was standing behind the chair, his hands clasping the back of it so hard the bones were showing through the tan skin and his blue eyes were darting nervously around.

"Oh just shut up. I'm not offended by anything you said, I don't care what other people think about me being a homosexual. I take it that you're bisexual?" Sasuke asked.

"Yeah, pretty much." Naruto replied hastily. They shared a brief moment of awkward silence, both wishing that the Uzumaki boy hadn't moved away and that they had let the sexual tension between them finally come into play but neither saying anything. After a couple of minutes Kabuto came in (like he usually did) and reminded the Uchiha that it would be in his best interest not to stay to late.

Sasuke left, leaving Naruto alone and feeling more frustrated at himself and his feelings then before.

Back to the Present

Now that Sasuke knew he was into guys the sexual tension was just going to get worse, one of them was going to snap before too long; Naruto could feel it. He hoped for the sake of his self respect that Sasuke would snap before him.

Still the worry kept him up all night long.

The Following Evening

'What am I doing? Hiding behind the counter so Sasuke doesn't see me when did I become so cowardly? So what if he stops coming to see me, who the hell cares anyways? He's just another customer. They come, they go, they eat and leave. Simple as that.'

But it didn't matter how many ways Naruto tried to rationalize it, Sasuke was different. He wasn't just another customer, another face that came and went with the rest of the crowd. He stood out, Naruto trusted him with anything, and he hoped that Sasuke would trust him with anything. They did have a bond, all the late nights and sexual tension that was being built between the two of them. Anyone could see it, Naruto could tell how awkward and out of place Kabuto felt when he came into the room.

Still, there the blond was, crouching down behind the counter, low enough to not be seen through the glass display, where the sweets from that day were sitting and waiting to be bought. Hiding. How pathetic.

The bells above the door chimed in harmony as the door opened and closed. Hard soled shoes made gentle click, click, click sounds as they walked across the tiled floor. It was Sasuke. Who else would be there so late?

Naruto cringed in fear as he heard the heels getting closer and closer to his hiding spot. He could just use the excuse that today had been a tiring day, customers needed attention the whole time they were here. Little kids dropped their food, made the tables a sticky mess (which Naruto had to keep clean for the next people), and were almost always screaming or fighting. It could get annoying sometimes even if you loved kids as much as Naruto. Deep down he knew that Sasuke would never believe such a lame excuse.

Sasuke sighed, "Dobe! Are you hiding? I'm not going to look for you again. Last time we played hide-and-seek I got the shit scared out of me. Come out now!"

He was already so irritated. Must have been a bad day at work or something, Naruto mused. He giggled a little too loudly at the memory of Sasuke getting scared by him when he was snooping around in the back room.

Sasuke's ears pricked up at the sound of soft laughter, Naruto's laughter to be exact. Rolling his eyes the Uchiha gently set his elbows on the countertop, resting his head on his open palm. Leaning most of his weight against the counter and his right arm he could see everything behind the counter, including a messy mop of bright blond hair, a cheesy grin on a perfectly tanned face, attached to a well toned body that was lounging lazily behind the counter.

"What the hell are you doing, dobe?" Sasuke asked, his voice flowing easily through the empty air.

Naruto flinched slightly, squeezing his eyes shut before slowly opening one of them to peer out at the raven. His voice had been casual, he didn't appear to be upset by the fact Naruto was hiding from him, maybe Sasuke didn't think he was hiding from him?

Seeing a calm expression on Sasuke's face made Naruto feel better. Actually, just seeing Sasuke in general made Naruto feel better. Opening both eyes he smiled widely and jumped up, noticing how the ebony eyes never once left him.

Scratching the back of his head (his usual nervous gesture) Naruto chirped energetically, "Ah! Hello there Teme! I didn't realize you had come in, how are you?"

Sasuke rolled his at the blond. "I'm fine, and don't try to B.S. me by saying you didn't know I had arrived! The bells rung when I entered and since there's no noise in this place there is no way you couldn't have heard them. Idiot."

Okay, so the 'idiot' was entirely necessary, it was added as an after thought. Just to annoy the Uzumaki. It was just so much fun to rile the boy up, he overreacted so quickly.

Just as expected, Naruto hmpfed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Bastard! I was….I had been… it was a long day and I was taking a nap. Recharging my batteries! All so you wouldn't have a worn out shopkeeper to talk to." Naruto grinned and gave Sasuke a light punch in the arm, continuing his joking.

"Yeah 'cause just sitting around, talking and stuff takes so much work out of you. I'm surprised I don't pass out from lack of energy on the car ride home, how do you manage to work all day, hang out with me, work on your pastries and such, and my special cake all without taking frequent naps throughout the day." Sasuke replied sarcastically. He got up from his spot of leaning on the counter and walked gracefully to one of the nearby tables, sitting languidly on the chair.

After a moment of silence, which was a rare occasion when Naruto was around, Sasuke looked up in surprise. The blond was still behind the counter, his face blank, hands at his sides, shoulders slumped and his head hung down, staring at the floor like there was some complicated math problem on the ground he was interested in.

All in all he looked completely defeated and Sasuke was baffled. What had he done to make Naruto react this way? Had it been something he said? Was Naruto really offended by Sasuke basically calling him lazy? He was just kidding! The raven didn't want to fox to be mad at him, didn't want to see his friend look the way he did.

Standing up cautiously, afraid that any sudden moment would Naruto to crack and totally flip out. Once he was fully standing, he extended his hand out, a comforting motion and said, "Naruto? Hey, Naruto, you okay man?"

At the sound of his name the blond's had snapped up, blue locking with black, his eyes hard and cold like the Antarctic waters.

"Yeah," the word was firm, ground out in such a way that it was fairly obvious to Sasuke that Naruto was trying not to sound so angry. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just remembered! Your cake, it's done. Just put the finishing touches on it this morning. I have it in the back, I'll go get it."

The rest of his words were spacey, like he was speaking them through a foggy haze that only he was aware of. There was nothing Sasuke could do as Naruto turned abruptly on his heels and walked into the back store. Scratch that, there were many things the ebony eyed male could have done, he could have told him to stop and demand what his issue was, could have followed him, or he could have grown a pair and stepped up and physically stopped him.

But he did none of these things, instead he slumped back down in his chair, stupefied at Naruto's sudden shift in behavior.

A few minutes later the blond reemerged from the back room, a medium-sized black box in his hands. He walked out from behind the counter, eyes glued to the box. Once he was in front of the table the Uchiha was sitting at he set the box on then table, carefully like he was afraid he was going to break it.

"Here, all finished off. I even made the frosting red and black instead of green and pink so it wouldn't look so…'princessy'. Sorry, but I actually have to leave now so if you could just give me the money for it…?" Naruto trailed off, shifting his weight uncomfortably between his feet.

Sasuke just stared blankly at the box, unsure how to react. He was slightly upset that Naruto had to leave but he could tell there was something bothering the blond that he wasn't telling him about.

After a few minutes of Sasuke doing nothing and making no attempt to do anything but stare at the cake box in front of him, Naruto cleared his throat. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to stand there and stare at the wonderful man. Sasuke shook his head, looking slightly startled, as if he had forgotten that Naruto was still with him.

Silently the Uchiha stood up and took some money out of his wallet. Throwing two 100 dollar bills on the table beside the box he put his wallet back in his back pocket, grabbed his cake and left. At the door he turned and looked at Naruto, who was staring at the floor, a dejected look on his face.

"Good night, Naruto."

"Goodbye, Sasuke."

Both tried to not flinch at the use of their first names, something neither of them ever did on a daily basis. It was always either an insult or their last name. Neither failed to notice to distinct difference in their tones as they said their farewells, it sounded a lot more final than they were ready for.

Even so, neither made a move to make a joke, say they'd see each other the next night, or anything. Sasuke walked out the doors, not turning back until he was in the safety of his car (much to Kabuto's surprise) and out of sight of Naruto.

Once Sasuke left Naruto was left alone in his empty shop, the echoing chimes of the bells the only noise in the small cafe. He wasn't sure if he wanted to curl up and cry or go kick Sasuke's ass. He decided on neither, just grabbed the $200 put it in the register and closed the shop up. Even on the ride home his eyes stung, and his brain was whispering hurtful things to him, he just gripped the steering wheel harder and tried to ignore everything. That was much harder than one might think.

'He's never coming back y'know.'

'You were just a way to pass the time while he waited for his cake.'

'Did he really give you any actual hints that he liked you?'

'You're so foolish, you should have stopped yourself before you fell so hard.'

'Just get over it, he's got money and power and popularity, plus most of the female population and a fairly large portion of the male population lusting over him; he can pick anyone he wants so why would he pick you?'

Naruto growled at himself, feeling slightly foolish after. That damn voice was just so annoying and mean and…and probably right. Damnit what the hell was the blond supposed to do?

By then he had pulled into his driveway and parked his car. Letting out a loud sigh of frustration, he set his head against the steering wheel. For what felt like hours Naruto sat in his car, debating on what the hell he was going to do.

Even after a good night sleep, a large breakfast and a busy day at the café Naruto was still completely clueless on what to do. All too soon it was late and he had begun cleaning and picking up. Once everything clean the blond sat on the counter, literally twiddling his thumbs. Unable to sit still he retrieved the broom and swept the floor again, and again and again.

Annoyed with himself and stupid he was acting he locked the broom in the closet and sat back down on the countertop.

And twiddled his thumbs. Again.

Several minutes later he cleaned the glass display cases, for the 3rd time.

Soon he realized that he was just procrastinating and prolonging his torture, Sasuke obviously wasn't going to come tonight, and if he was he would have shown his face by now. Slumping into a heap on the floor he buried his face in his hands.

"What the hell is wrong with me? I should have been ore straightforward with the stupid bastard from the beginning. Now look at what I'm reduced to! Waiting up most of the night for him to show up-! I'm like some pathetic love-stricken school girl. I'm going home!" With that decided he pushed himself up off the floor and brushed off imaginary dust (from all his sweeping there wasn't any dirt to get on him anyway) from his pants and walked out, locking all the doors and shutting off the light.

He did the same thing for the next couple of nights. Customers began to comment on how they could see their faces in the floor if they looked at it the right way. Naruto didn't listen to them. He barely talked to his customers. He still smiled to the kids and held brief conversations with his patrons but not like he used to; he no longer listened in on the daily gossip people happily chatted about. No one seemed to notice.

After a week or so Naruto stopped staying late, he even began to close a little earlier than he used to. He recognized that he was falling into depression. Well, not depression exactly, he was just…out of it. Like something was missing, something that had just been there and he hadn't noticed it meant so much for it to be there. But he absolutely refused to acknowledge the fact that it might be because he hadn't seen Sasuke in about 13 days. Not that he was counting or even thinking about or anything. Really.

After another week (20 days without seeing Sasuke) Naruto was still closing early, but his 'depression' or whatever it is, wasn't as bad. It was still there and he felt it a lot, but it was better, more bearable. He smiled and laughed and joked and talked and began listening to gossip again. It made him happier and he could tell his customers had more fun when he was engaged with them.

At night when he was closing and a customer would come in late for whatever reason, he could feel the hope that it was Sasuke raise only to be crushed once he saw it wasn't the ebony eyed male.

Approximately 24 days since The Delivery (the name Naruto had given the last night he had seen Sasuke, the night he had given him the cake) the blond had had an unusually busy day. He had to close the shop later than he had been, the time he had usually closed when Sasuke still visited. Not bothering to clean the cafe (after all it had been getting very well cleaned since The Delivery) he just locked the shop up, closed off the lights and left.

At his house Naruto kicked off his shoes, threw his coat onto the back of his couch and flopped down, throwing his arm over his eyes. On the edge of falling into sleep, he was jolted awake by loud, obnoxious knocks on his door; the startled him so bad he fell right off the couch.

"Ouch. Damnit who the hell goes to other people's homes at this fricken hour?" Naruto mumbled to himself, rubbing his head where he had hit it and walking to the door.

Whoever was at the door was very impatient, their knocking becoming much louder and faster with each passing second.

"Shut the hell up I'm coming!!" Naruto yelled, trying to be heard over the rude pounding.

Opening the door he narrowly missed getting clonked on the head with the insisting fist. "What the hell you…you…bas…bas…bastard." He had meant to sound mean and pissed off, hoping to scare whoever it was so they'd never annoy him like this again but wasn't able to get the words out right. Standing on his doorstep was none other than Sasuke—freaking—Uchiha! A very, very, pissed off Sasuke—freaking—Uchiha, his dark eyes hard and cold as the finest piece of obsidian, his arms folded tightly against his chest.

His eyes narrowed as they locked with Naruto's. Without saying a word he uncrossed his arms, pushed the speechless blond (whose mouth was hanging open shock) inside the house and crossed the threshold, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sasuke took a few steps into Naruto's humble little home and looked around. Naruto stood behind him, unsure of what to do or say. The silence was slowly becoming unbearable for the blond boy and he had to do something about it.

"Hey, teme. What the hell do you want? You know it's very rude to just show up in someone's house, unexpected and at such a late hour!" Naruto complained, putting his hands on his hips and walking to stand in front of the raven-haired male.

Hard, dark eyes stared at him, a look of focus and determination set in them. Before Naruto could comprehend was what happening, the larger of the two had him pinned to the wall and was breathing harshly in his tanned ear.

"What the fuck, dobe?" came the harshly whispered question. The blond stilled, confused by what the Uchiha was asking. Wasn't he supposed to be the one asking the questions? It hadn't been Naruto who showed up unwelcomed to Sasuke's house (although Sasuke's visit was not unwelcomed, Naruto was rather excited to see the man, something he would never admit).

Sasuke noticed the Uzumaki wasn't going to respond anytime soon and grabbed a chunk of the bright blond hair, making him look at him.

"I asked you a question, Uzumaki. Answer it." It was a demand, the voice held a possessive tone to it, making it harder for Naruto to answer. After gulping audibly and breaking to eye contact with the suddenly intimidating man, he found his voice.

"I know you asked me a question, I'm just trying to figure out if you're drunk or not you arrogant bastard," mentally giving himself a pat on the back for making his voice have conviction and like he actually had confidence. Encouraged by the look a disbelief that displayed itself on the Uchiha features Naruto continued on, gaining more boldness with each word, "You're the selfish asshole who, once he got his precious cake, doesn't show up for almost a month—a month!—then just waltz into my house all 'upset' and stuff like I'm the one who deserted you! You know what you leaving did to me!? I was almost depressed! It took the death of my parents to send me into a depression and ever since then I vowed to myself I'd never go through that again, then you come along, bring me up, make me feel special and like you actually liked me; teased me with feather touches and glimpses at what we could be only to leave once you finished using me for your own sweet desires. Then, once I start to recover from the wake you left me in you show back up! So no, Uchiha Sasuke, what the fuck to you!"

Halfway through his little speech Naruto had started to poke Sasuke in the chest, thoroughly pissed off. With each poke he gave the pale man was forced to take a step back as Naruto began to be more and more assertive. By the time Naruto had finished talking Sasuke had bumped into the arm of the couch the tan male had been laying on earlier and fallen backwards; he was suddenly in a submissive position, laying tummy up on an unfamiliar couch with a very angry Naruto looming over him.

Now, there were many things the Uchiha could do. He could yell back, start a fist fight, leave, etc. He did none of these things though. What he did slightly surprised himself and definitely surprised the innocent blond.

Sasuke leaned up, roughly grabbed the front collar of Naruto shirt and dragged him down to the couch with him, crashing their lips together in the process.

Okay there ya go! Bout time some actual action happened ne?

Next chapter will have a lemon, right up quick, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

So, obviously this wasn't a 2-3 shot but i like how its coming anyway. I recently come across a Drarry fanfic and am thoroughly addicted...something about blonds and burnettes man....they just get to me :D This being said I think I'm gonna do a Drarry fic next, what do you guys think?

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