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Sky-eyed Kitsune: Blaaah I'm tired. I'm really getting sick of this semester; the repetitiveness is killing me X( Currently recovering from a very strange allergic reaction that caused me to have little red bumps all over my hands and fingers that itched like HELL. It's almost healed, which is really good because it was difficult to do anything with my hands because they were unbearably itchy. (Much worse than the time I got poison ivy on my neck by far!)
Reviwer Questions:
To ALpein: I realize you didn't' have a question, but I just wanted to say that I;ve never heard of anyone using "Naruru" as a nickname for Naruto, and I love it! It's so cute and funny! ^^
To Uchizaki: Madara is 26 years old here. Naruto is 22, so their ages aren't that far ;p
To hanakisa: Lol, yes I know Madara is an Uchiha, but for the sake of the story Naruto doesn't ;p
Chapter Dedication: For BlackFireXD13, ALpein, norway22, and ForgottenPassword. Such lovely reviews! I am so honored to receive all of this praise!! ^^
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Chapter Fifteen: A Different Kind of Thief
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Madara smirked at the sour look on Naruto's face when he drove off after dropping the blond by his house.
Undeniably cute and sexy, for sure.
Madara knew that it would certainly be interesting if he tried to pursue Naruto. They would of course appear on the cover of every magazine as a celebrity couple and Naruto's first advertised lover since his burst of fame. This would provide much more publicity which was excellent, and yet Madara had a feeling that Naruto's manager wouldn't be too happy about it.
Then again, Naruto was what, twenty-two? He could make his own decisions. And if it didn't work out then at least both of their popularity ratings rose. And there was the prospect of sex.
Oh yes, mustn't forget that huge plus.
All in all, it was worth courting Naruto, Madara deemed. He started a little as his cell phone rang, and he flipped it open.
"What?" he said as he held the device to his ear.
"I have a special assignment for you," Pein's distinctive voice said over the line.
"Special? As in the publicly humiliating sort of 'special'?" Madara asked, rolling his eyes as he stopped at a red light.
"More along the lines of a devious sort of 'special'."
"I'm listening."
"I want you to woo Uzumaki Naruto."
Madara smirked and his engine roared as the light flashed green.
Oh yes, this was a glorious day indeed.
Naruto walked the rest of the way to Sasuke's apartment, not wanting to reveal his real address to Madara. Having just met the man Naruto really didn't know what to expect from him after all.
Naruto loosened the tie around his neck as he stumbled lethargically into the den, flopping on the couch with a slight bounce.
He sighed and tipped his head to look at the clock hanging over the mantle.
Sasuke wouldn't be home for another two hours.
Naruto decided that some mind-numbing television was well deserved, so he swiped the remote and began channel surfing.
He yawned loudly as his finger jammed the same button over and over and the TV flashed a new program every second. He finally stopped on the news channel.
"-where he was caught on a camera phone running down one of the streets on the eastern side of Kiyose early that morning."
If Naruto had been drinking something, anything, he would have spit it out all over Sasuke's couch and table at that moment, but since he wasn't he settled for guffawing at the television as he watched himself sprint across the screen in his underwear.
"Oh…my god," he finally choked. "Oh crap, oh…Jiraiya! Oh shit, oh no," Naruto moaned, gripping his hair to the roots and leaning back all the way until he was staring up at the ceiling.
Naruto blipped off the TV, not wanting to see a replay of the scene. He flung out his hand, searching for something. His hand gripped a pillow, and he slapped it over his face. He dug his fingernails into the fabric, and released a muffled terror-filled scream.
Naruto hadn't realized that after screaming until his lungs were fried and the pillow was quite abused, that he had fallen asleep on the couch. And the only reason he realized this was because the doorbell of the apartment had awoken him.
Naruto leapt up (pillow still clutched tightly to his chest) and rushed to the door, pulling it open hastily.
"Madara?" he said for confirmation, still half-asleep.
"Good evening Naruto-kun," the raven said, smiling in an admittedly charming way. His eyes lowered to the pillow Naruto seemed determined to choke, and he looked back up at the blond. "Did I wake you?"
Naruto quickly looked down, blushing at the poor mangled pillow in his arms, and held it behind his back, quickly throwing it inside as casually as possible.
"N-no," he said, grinning nervously. "I was just ah…meditating!"
Madara scrunched his eyebrows. "Medi—"
"So! Uh, what did you need?" Naruto quickly intercepted, trying to look casual as he leaned nervously against the doorframe and crossed his legs.
"Oh. Well I thought you might want this recovered." Madara took a disc out of his coat pocket, holding it out to Naruto. "It's the footage the news showed this evening of you…ahem." Madara coughed, then chuckled a little as Naruto swiped the disc and broke it into multiple pieces like a deranged animal.
The blond panted as he finished, throwing the pieces up into the air like confetti and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Phew…thank you," he said, grinning brightly, and Madara couldn't help but feel himself smiling as well. Sexy, funny, and cute. Oh yes, what an enjoyable task this would be.
"I don't know what I would have done if my manager had seen that. Is that the only copy?" Naruto asked. Madara nodded.
"I had the others destroyed," he said. "A little bribing can go a long way at the news station."
"Wow, thanks!" Naruto said, unable to stop grinning. "I really can't thank you enough! I totally owe you one."
"How about instead I just take one to go," Madara smirked.
"One what?" Naruto asked, and his eyes widened as Madara leaned in a stole a kiss. As they parted the raven licked his lips appreciatively.
"Thank you, Kyuubi no Kitsune-kun," he purred before pocketing his hands, turning around, and walking down the steps to his car parked on the curb.
Naruto, red as a beet, watched him zoom away. He abruptly slammed the door, ran back into the apartment, seized the garbled pillow from the floor, and released another scream into its fluffy depths.
Iruka didn't much mind the fact that Naruto had moved out and he wasn't his driver anymore.
And he never got to see him.
And he felt empty without seeing that smile.
And…oh hell, of course he minded! Naruto was like a son to Iruka, and though he realized that it was well about time for Naruto to leave the nest, he couldn't help but miss the blond.
Jiraiya was taking it much worse, but then again Iruka knew that he would too if Naruto were furious with him.
The man was lethargic and uninterested in his business anymore, and not to mention his grouchiness had elevated to the point where it rivaled Tsunade's. Iruka knew he shouldn't get involved and was Jiraiya's employee first and friend second. Still, he attempted to comfort the man.
It was fruitless, of course.
Iruka for his part couldn't help but side with Naruto. He was old enough to do what he wanted, when he wanted. If he made a mistake, then oh well- that was all part of growing and learning. And Iruka knew better than anyone that Naruto had a lot of learning to do.
Then there was the matter of Shikamaru and his little affair with Gaara. It didn't surprise him when Shikamaru drank his soul away, pouring out the whole story to Iruka in the limo, too drunk to drive himself anywhere. (It didn't help when he popped open a bottle of champagne in the limo and gulped it down messily). He knew that Shikamaru was a drinker, and when he was drunk, he was a mess.
He couldn't really take a side on this particular conflict. Gaara and Shikamaru both had their work, but Gaara more so and he didn't need to paparazzi finding out about Shikamaru. Then again Shikamaru deserved someone to love, and it seemed almost unfair for Gaara to deny him when he obviously shared the same feelings.
Iruka sighed, leaning back on his couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table. He turned on the television, happy that he wasn't involved in the tangled web of what were his friends' lives.
Sasuke arrived home late after editing an extremely long article as a favor to one of the writers in the building. Ordinarily he wasn't one for favors, but one look from Tsunade around the corner of his office told him that for a few hours he was to think otherwise.
He shrugged his laptop case off of his shoulder roughly, catching it before it fell to the ground and hanging the strap on the coat rack along with his jacket.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow when he saw Naruto laying face-down on his couch, head smothered in a pillow.
The raven smirked mischievously, sidling soundlessly over to the blond. He carefully crawled onto the couch and over the man until he was looking down at Naruto's blond mop of hair on his hands and knees. His skin prickled with the prospects of his future actions, and he swiftly licked his lips before swooping down and capturing a tan ear between his teeth.
He shivered as a muffled groan from Naruto racked through his body.
Naruto wriggled under him as he teased the ear, licking its expanse up and down, nibbling the lobe between his canines gently before nipping his way along the outer shell.
Naruto hummed in his sleep and tilted his head towards Sasuke's mouth, attempting to bring that moist heat in deeper.
Sasuke felt a sinking warmth gravitate and pool in his abdomen, and he sighed longingly, thinking of all he could be doing with Naruto if he weren't asleep at the moment.
Kissing, hugging, teasing, making lo—
Sasuke released Naruto's earlobe at once at the thought, sitting straight up on the couch, rigid as a board. Normally the thought of being so intimate with one's partner would make a man's libido shoot through the roof, but Sasuke was the opposite. In fact, he was terrified.
Dreading it, even.
Naruto was, in a word, perfection. He had no flaws but the scars on his cheeks, which only seemed to enhance his godliness. And Sasuke knew from a poster he had seen at Sungakure Studios even before they had met that Naruto had nothing but an endless expanse of gold beauty to offer under those clothes.
And what did Sasuke have to offer?
Sasuke unconsciously rubbed the back of his next, looking away from Naruto.
Impurities. Imperfection. In other words, flaws.
Sasuke had strangely shaped scars all over his body. He'd even gotten a tattoo on his neck to cover up a particularly large one there where the rest seemed to branch off of. Sasuke knew that he was handsome, and everyone else he met told him so, and yet he was reluctant to reveal anymore of himself than he was required to.
Sasuke jolted a little as Naruto stirred, turning over in his sleep.
Then there was the actual sexual act itself.
Sasuke was not a flirtatious man. He wasn't frivolous, kissing every date and bringing them back to his apartment for a quick wham-bam-thank-you-m'am. Sasuke was reserved, and disliked anyone touching him, even if he was dating the person at the time. Kissing was unwanted, and even exchanged flirtatious remarks were out of the question. So naturally, Sasuke had never experienced any intimate act besides light kissing; he had never wanted to progress further. But now, when he found himself at the point of wanting to show this amazing person just how much he loved him, that he really was in love with him, he was at a loss.
Sasuke was, through and through, unequivocally, absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, a virgin.
He swallowed and looked at Naruto, turning his head so those dusty pink lips were looking right at him, slightly parted and just waiting to be lavished.
Sasuke made a decision right then and there as he lunged for those lips: he would do it and get it over with so quickly that he wouldn't have the time to be nervous, and Naruto wouldn't have time to see that he didn't know what the hell he was doing.
Naruto groaned a little and opened his eyes as his lips were pecked and massaged to the point of submission.
"Sasu?" he said sleepily in between a kiss, Sasuke's scent wavering all around him. Naruto's eyes practically leapt from his skull as he was whisked up off of the couch, Sasuke carrying him like cargo over his shoulder to the bedroom.
"Sa-Sasuke!" Naruto shouted (yelped). Sasuke wasn't even bothering to pay attention.
He was a man on a mission.
Naruto hit Sasuke's back a few times in frustration before he was unceremoniously dropped onto the raven's bed, said man climbing on top of him albeit very sexily.
"Sasu—" Naruto was cut off as Sasuke tilted the blond's chin up and their mouths crashed together.
Sasuke couldn't believe how good Naruto still tasted even when he had kissed the man so many times that he was sure he had worn the exquisite flavor away, and yet here it was.
Naruto gripped Sasuke's shoulders harshly, giving a great push with his arms and forcing the raven away, their lips breaking with a smack.
"Enough!" Naruto said, panting from all of the sudden excitement as he attempted to regain some of his composure (of course he knew now it was impossible to regain all of it). He sighed after a moment, staring at his lover with calculating eyes.
"What's wrong with you, Sasuke?" he finally asked.
Sasuke opened his mouth to immediately answer, but then closed it. How could he phrase this without sounding so demanding? You, me, sex, now! No, no, that sounded awful. He wanted something that would get Naruto in the mood too. You must have been a nail in a past life, 'cause I'm about to hammer you!
Sasuke rolled his eyes up to the ceiling; this really wasn't his area of expertise.
Naruto raised an eyebrow as Sasuke hovered above him, eyes lifted to the ceiling as he seemed to be thinking very methodically.
"Sasuke," Naruto said, and Sasuke snapped out of his thoughts, returning his gaze to Naruto beneath him. He decided to just take the plunge.
Naruto jumped a little in surprise as Sasuke attacked his lips once more with a vengeance, hands gravitating to the rim of his shirt and slinking under it.
Naruto pushed back on Sasuke's shoulders, trying to get a word in edge-wise, but the raven only sped his kissing pace as his fingers explored Naruto's abdomen. Naruto couldn't help but lean into the heated touch longingly, his insistent pushing against Sasuke's shoulders close to growing weaker.
Sasuke smirked into the kiss, happy to see Naruto being more cooperative now. He began stripping Naruto of his clothes, first his shirt followed by his pants, their mouths never parting but in fact delving deeper to taste each other. Sasuke removed his pants swiftly, hands questing over his lover's skin, appreciating the dips and curves of his muscles.
Naruto gripped the base of Sasuke's hair firmly as they kissed in a frenzy. His other hand, to Sasuke's horror, began sliding his shirt up.
Naruto almost face-planted off the bed as Sasuke rocketed ten feet backward, tugging down his shirt hurriedly before Naruto could notice.
"What the hell Sasuke!?" Naruto huffed. "You're acting so weird today!"
Sasuke's mind flipped through excuses until the lamest one spilled from this mouth:
"I need to take a shower." Naruto stared incredulously at him as he strode off to the conjoining bathroom, locking the door behind him.
The blond stood as he heard the shower begin to run, going over to the door.
"Have you forgotten to take any necessary medication today, Sasuke?" he said, knocking on the door.
"Dobe!" was the muffled reply, and Naruto rolled his eyes.
"Emo."
Sasuke's getting a little foxy!
Sky-eyed Kitsune