Author's Note: Yeah, so, um...I just figured out that I've been naming these all "Drabbles" when they are, in fact, one-shots. Yeah, I'm a moron. This story is meant to sound a little confusing. Because an addiction is confusing, get it? lol. And, yes, it is technically a songfic. Enjoy! Oh, and I do not own the song "Addicted" by Kelly Clarkson, although I dream every night I could even remotely sing like her. LOVE YA, KELLY!


Drabble/One-Shot #19
Addicted

It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down

After two and a half years, Sasuke chose this time to come back. Hell, who was Naruto kidding? Sasuke wasn't back. Not even close. He wasn't the same Sasuke that left, he was so dominate…so controlling. With all that said, however, Naruto still couldn't turn him down. He wouldn't be lying if he said Sasuke was the most important person in his life. He also wouldn't be lying if he said he was in love with that dark-haired Uchiha. So, when Sasuke came, rapping at his window in the dead of night, he couldn't say no. He just left the beautiful creation in, prepared to do whatever he had in mind.

It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek
Is misery all around

The air was damp and heavy with sweat. Naruto's entire apartment had the musky smell of sex clinging to everything. No matter had hard he tried, he couldn't convince Sasuke to leave him alone, to allow him to mourn the loss of his sanity in peace. If Sasuke wasn't coming back, then why were these late night booty calls so damn important to him?

It's because Sasuke held all the power. With one look, one touch, one kiss, Sasuke could have Naruto bending to his will. He'd take all of Naruto, everything the blonde had left, and then leave. Not so much as a word, before, during, or after. Nothing. Just lonely company that needed something he could only get from a lonely blonde. A lonely, and increasingly depressed, blonde.

It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me

On his back, Naruto wrapped his arms tightly around the lean, muscular body hovering on top of him, digging his nails in sharply. Sasuke was preparing him, torturously slowly. Preparing to take another large chunk of Naruto's sanity and happiness. With each thrust, Sasuke became the one who would ultimately break the unbreakable shinobi. But, with each thrust, Sasuke breathed a new sense of life into him. A life filled with loneliness and sadness, filled with wanting something he was sure he could never have.

And I know I let you have all the power
And I know I'm never gonna quit you over time

As much as Naruto tried to make himself believe it, he knew the next time Sasuke appeared in his window he'd allow him entrance. Because, let's face it, Sasuke held all the power. And Naruto let him hold it. For once, Naruto could depend on someone else. For once, the loneliest boy in Konaha had someone to cling to in the middle of the cold night…even if that someone disappeared before the morning light.

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

Training was a bitch, especially with Sakura and Kakashi narrowing in on the blonde's problem. They were getting dangerously close to the truth, causing Naruto to block them out of his life. There went two more people who only got in the way of his midnight rendezvous with his secret Uchiha lover. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew pushing them away was a mistake. Somewhere back there he knew that Sasuke – the real Sasuke – would never want him to do that. But, at that moment, it didn't matter. At that moment, all Naruto could think about were those long, slender fingers trailing up and down his chest. Those lips, pink and slightly swollen, pressing against his own. Sasuke's length sliding against his own. Lost in his daydream, he took a bone-crushing hit from Sakura, one he should have been able to block. As he flew a good twenty-feet backwards, he realized Sasuke had taken over him. Sasuke was his drug. He was addicted to his secret lover.

A very dangerous realization.

It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone

He didn't want to be in the hospital. This cold, white room was pathetic and demeaning. He was better than this, he healed faster than this. So, why was he here? Oh, right…Sakura's punch from earlier. It makes sense, then, that he awoken a little lost and delirious. Is that why he keeps seeing Sasuke's black eyes peering down at him? No, wait…that's not a hallucination; unless the hands he feels sliding up his white t-shirt are, too.

Not being fully conscious, he just allowed the feeling of his lover's body pressing against his. Feeling the flush of his skin as Sasuke's touch heated him up. But, in the morning, there was nothing. Just him, in dirty and clammy clothes. Was it a dream, or was Sasuke just ghosting himself in and out of Naruto – quite literally?

Oh, Kami…please Sasuke, leave me alone! His mind screamed, his hands coming up to grip his bright blonde hair in frustration.

And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now

He was talking to himself, now, as he walked through the streets. Over and over again he'd whisper, "I am not your slave. Don't come to me again unless you're going to stay!" Part of him was wishing Sasuke would be ghosting around, able to hear him. Another part, a little louder than the previous one, was wishing Sasuke ignored the other voice and allowed himself his moments of pure pleasure. He was really beginning to wonder which part of him he really wanted to listen to.

But, deep down, he knew he wished for them both for a reason. He wanted to see Sasuke so badly he'd do anything. Yet, at the same time, he wanted Sasuke on his terms. And, knowing he couldn't have two sides of the same situation, he settled for bring the bastard back the hard way; by forcing him to choose exile or Naruto.

He knew the answer, he always would. But he had to make Sasuke see the light. Or, more accurately, see the pure hellish darkness Naruto had allowed to sweep over him. He'd deserted his friends – the family – in favor of nights of pure lust and passion. But no love. Love would probably never come at this rate. So, to gain himself – the real Naruto – he'd have to give up Sasuke. Probably the hardest decision he's ever had to make in his life.

I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise
I can deal with it
I've handled and quit it
Just one more time in
That's it, just a little bit more
To get me though this

He'd done it; he'd given Sasuke the ultimate ultimatum. So, why was he feeling so drained of life? Why did he feel like he'd never be whole, be complete, ever again? He just needed another Sasuke fix. That was it. It had to be.

He grabbed onto Sasuke, clutching anything he could to hold him still, and kissed him. Hard and passionately.

"I thought we were done?" Sasuke whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Just one more, please…" Naruto whispered out, his hands trailing Sasuke's body in desperation.

"You won't stop at just one. Neither will I."

"I can handle it. Please, Sasuke." Naruto was begging, literally on his knees begging.

He felt degraded, low, like the beast the villagers thought he was. But he didn't care. He was going to get his fix, no matter what it cost him. He had to. He was too close to let Sasuke slip away that easily. Just slip into the darkness once more, that was all he needed. Just once more, then he'd be done. Then Sasuke could leave Konaha and never come back, until he saved him. And then Naruto would be dominate and have Sasuke begging for him. Until then, this one fix would get him through.

Who said he was addicted? He could quit Sasuke any time he wanted to. The quicker he brought Sasuke back, the quicker to get his addiction under control.

Who said he was addicted?


So, I'm so sorry you all had to witness my stage of depression in story-form. I promise I will try to cheer up, unless you all like this depressing side of me. haha.

Until next time...