So, here's chapter three! And sorry, no lemon in this. It was supposed to be but then it became such a long chapter so I decided to split it up. Anyway I hope you like it!


Chapter three: Back to reality

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-October 21st, 2012-

Naruto wasn't exactly easy to wake up. First of all it had been close to impossible to get out of his grasp in order to answer the door, and now he refused to respond to Sasuke's attempts to get his attention. At least his snoring hadn't been too loud to let Sasuke sleep through the night. As he contemplated different methods he might be able to use, Naruto rolled over to the other side of the king sized bed and drew the comforter over his head. Sasuke crossed his arms and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do. He'd already tried shaking him, shouting and turning on the alarm, and now ten minutes later his patience was wearing thin. The Uchiha wasn't exactly a morning person. He was just about to try battling Naruto for the comforter (he didn't dare cover his mouth and nose, he'd probably just die instead of waking up because of need for air) as he thought of something. Smirking he leaned close to the blond's ear and said:

"Your ramen is ready."

As if on cue Naruto sat up and looked around himself confused, before he groaned and lay back down again.

"Bastard, just ten more minutes" he mumbled and tried to snuggle back into the sheets.

"Like hell you're getting ten more minutes!" Sasuke growled and pulled off the comforter, revealing a naked and glaring Naruto.

"Ah! What the fuck! Give that back!" Naruto lunged at Sasuke, managing to throw them both down onto the cold floor. They both winced; Sasuke having landed on his ass and Naruto hitting his nose on Sasuke's chest.

"Look what you did, idiot! Why can't you just wake up like normal people?"

"Why are you making me wake up in the first place? Wait! I'm not late for work am I?!" Naruto looked around wildly trying to find out what time it was.

"How the hell would I know, you never told me when you start" Sasuke said while rubbing his ass and pushing Naruto off himself. Naruto got off reluctantly and glared at him again.

"So why are you waking me up then?" he asked, getting up to sit on the bed instead. He looked at Sasuke who still sat on the floor, only now noticing he was dressed. That made him pout in disappointment. Sasuke should always be naked dammit!

"Because I have to get to work too, my lovely brother banged on the door until I complied." Sasuke seemed very annoyed by this. He stood up and brushed his dress pants off, turning around to walk out the door. "If you want breakfast I suggest you hurry up and get dressed, I have to leave in fifteen minutes." He glanced back at the blond still on the bed. "I'll drive you home first though."

Naruto watched as Sasuke went out of the room, and then noticed the alarm clock beside the bed. It was only eight fifteen he noted sullenly. He didn't start working until eleven. He suddenly remembered last night, and shot up to run after his host.

"Hey wait, bastard!" Sasuke looked up at hearing this, raising an eyebrow at Naruto's still undressed state. "You can't just dismiss me like that! I still have to top to settle that bet!"

Naruto had stopped in the doorway, hands to his sides and a demanding look in his eyes. Like hell Sasuke was getting away with making him pass out like that! The raven smirked and turned his back on the fuming blond, starting to prepare breakfast.

"Well, unfortunately I don't have time for sex right now" he said calmly.

"Aargh you bastard! I will fuck you damn it!"

Sasuke turned around and sent a sharp look at Naruto. Naruto looked right back in a silent staring contest. Finally Sasuke gave a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes, leaning back against the counter.

"You're so impossibly impatient, Naruto" he then said. "I said I don't have time right now. Doesn't mean you won't get to fuck me." He turned back again and continued peeling the banana he was currently working on so he could put it in Naruto's smoothie. Despite the complaints he'd actually seemed to like it yesterday.

Naruto was standing gaping in disbelief at Sasuke. Was he trying to say that they could meet again? Because damn Naruto would love to meet Sasuke again. Especially if he got to top next time. He swallowed hesitantly, not really knowing how to respond. He hadn't really expected Sasuke to treat this as more than a onetime thing; he'd thought that after he'd gone to work he'd never see Sasuke again.

"Umm…" he said.

"Instead of making unintelligible noises you could tell me when you get off work" Sasuke suggested.

"What, really?" Naruto probably sounded a bit too surprised, because Sasuke turned around again and looked at him uncertainly.

"I mean, if you're not busy and stuff. I do owe you another round after all. Even if it's your own fault for falling asleep." Sasuke said the last part with a smirk.

"Hey! It's not like I could help it you know! I haven't been sleeping enough lately and I was comfy." Naruto pouted and crossed his arms as he said this.

"More like I fucked your brains out and you passed out from too much pleasure."

"Oh wipe that smug face off, we'll see who passes out from too much pleasure tonight!" Naruto replied hotly.

"Right. Now go get dressed you exhibitionist."

"Why?" Naruto asked. "Am I turning you on?" He looked at Sasuke innocently, who ignored him.

"Naked people don't get breakfast" was the short reply.

Naruto smiled smugly to himself. He was totally turning the bastard on. Then he grimaced as he noticed the dried cum and marks on his body, and decided to go take a quick shower before getting dressed. This was why he hated going to sleep right after sex.

Sasuke heard Naruto leave muttering something about a shower, and sighed in relief. The moron was definitely turning him on, especially covered in so much evidence, and Sasuke didn't want to imagine his brother's reaction if he showed up late. Especially for a reason like that.

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25 minutes later they were parked outside Naruto's apartment, a low boring grey building in a less popular part of town. Sasuke stared at Naruto, who stared up at his window. He then glanced back at Sasuke without turning his head, and bit his lip. What the hell was he supposed to say now? 'See you after work?' Too casual. But anything else would just feel like too much. Usually Naruto was a spontaneous person who never thought before speaking, but somehow Sasuke made him feel as if everything he said was important. A very nice and very pressuring feeling. He turned his head fully, and for a minute they just stared at each other.

"You know, the morning after is supposed to be awkward isn't it?" Sasuke broke the silence with.

Naruto grinned. "Of course!"

"I'm actually too concerned about going to work today to feel awkward, so I hope you forgive me for not squirming appropriately."

"Hmm…" Naruto pretended to think Sasuke's request over. "Honestly, once you started talking again my awkwardness totally disappeared so I guess I have no choice but to forgive you."

Sasuke gave a small smile to match Naruto's impossibly wide one. Once again they just stared at each other for a minute. Naruto realized he had absolutely no desire to get out of the car. He'd have to face reality, and that wasn't so tempting right now. His grin faded.

"I really need to get out now don't I?" he asked with a resigned sigh.

"Well, I suppose you could stay in the car all day but I don't recommend it. And I should get going." Sasuke looked as reluctant as Naruto felt. He probably had a worse day ahead of him. At least Naruto could gloat about getting laid with a famous guy, Sasuke was more likely in trouble for it.

"I hope you're not in too much trouble because of me" he said, frowning. Sasuke snorted.

"If I am it's not your fault. An Uchiha is never in trouble unless they initiated it themselves." Sasuke smirked haughtily. "Besides, you'll make it up to me tonight."

Naruto smirked right back. Then, on an impulse, he unbuckled his seat belt and crawled over to Sasuke and kissed him. It wasn't arousing or seducing, just a nice and slow lips on smiling lips.

"Just for luck" he said as he leaned back again, hesitating a second before opening the door and exiting the car. "Call me if you're late."

"Sure" Sasuke said, and watched as Naruto closed the door and turned around to walk to his apartment. He still had a small tingling on his lips, and for the first time in his life he actually wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Then he turned on the engine and backed out of the drive-way, forcing himself not to glance back at the blond. But he couldn't help feeling that fast-forwarding today until five o'clock would have been pretty nice.

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As he stood in the elevator, moving up towards his brother's floor in the impressive Uchiha Corps head quarters, he thanked himself for forcing the architect to put an exclusive elevator starting from the garage and only stopping in the lobby and at his and his brother's floors into the building plan. It was only he, his brother and their secretaries that were able to use it, and a day like this Sasuke was especially happy that he didn't have to face any of the employees. He'd made light of his troubles in front of Naruto in the car, but the truth was that he was in some deep shit. Probably. If he was lucky he'd get away with a forced lay low-vacation and no pay for a couple of months. If he wasn't…

His brother took the business their father had left them very seriously, much more so than Sasuke did. And Itachi called him to his office at least once a week to tell Sasuke he should stop being childish and do his job with pride, not just out of necessity. Something Sasuke had found to be more and more difficult every day. He did the job excellently though, he was an Uchiha genius after all, but he lacked in the important departments. Such as pride, enthusiasm and social skills. He was a terrible boss and he didn't pretend to be anything else. Why his brother found it necessary to mix him with other people he couldn't understand; he'd be much happier if he could just sit in his office all day and do paper work, even if it was dead boring paper work. Every employee who had ever worked with him would probably be happier too. He hated his job and he hated being in charge of other people. The only reason people worked for him was because he was lenient with company money and gave good raises. Just to piss his brother off of course.

The elevator gave a loud 'ping' and the doors opened up to a long corridor with off-white walls and a pleasant cream-colored carpet on the floor. The only downside to the elevator was that you had to walk through the whole corridor to get to the main parts. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, falling into the well-practiced Uchiha posture and schooling his features into that blank professional look. He ran a hand through his hair and winced. He hadn't had time to groom it properly and it was much messier than it should be. Not to mention Naruto had messed it up a little extra during that kiss. He should have checked it in the elevator's mirror, but he'd been too occupied with his thoughts. Remembering that he was in so much trouble that messy hair probably wouldn't be noticed, he let it go and started walking briskly forwards.

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Itachi looked up as someone knocked on his door, and then his secretary peeked inside.

"Your brother is here to see you, Mr. Uchiha" he said, looking like the epitome of calm.

The guy was decent at best, but the oldest Uchiha had hired him because he was the only one not frightened by the Uchihas' stern and demanding business attitude. He was especially good at handling the younger Uchiha. Not that anybody could actually 'handle' Sasuke, but at least he didn't break down crying whenever Sasuke took his anger with Itachi out on him. Sasuke seemed to like scaring off his secretaries. Sasuke's own secretary was worthless at best and had only survived so far because she followed his orders to the letter; she'd most likely kill for him if asked. Itachi shuddered inwardly at the thought.

"Let him in" he told the thin man in the doorway, and leaned back in his seat to gather his thoughts. He needed to be in perfect control of himself so that he didn't accidentally set Sasuke off. He loved his little brother, but he was even worse now than he'd been at eighteen. At least then threats worked on him.

Sasuke entered, looking the perfect calm and serious Uchiha, but Itachi could easily see through it. Sasuke's jaw was clenched, and his eyes were clearly showing how annoyed he was. He would have to proceed carefully.

"Good morning, little brother" he started with.

"For you maybe" Sasuke answered, in that tone that sounded so pleasant but gave you shivers. And not the good kind of shivers. If Sasuke had been evil he'd have been damn good at it.

"So, you don't have to worry about being forced together with Sakura again."

"Hn."

"Her family isn't very happy though."

"Hn."

"How are you feeling?"

Sasuke stared at him for a while. So his brother wanted to play nice and caring huh?

"I was fine until you forced me back here, having to throw out my company and missing out on some good sex."

Itachi sighed. Careful wouldn't get him anywhere it seemed.

"Yes, I read about the blonde you brought home" he said and gestured towards a large pile of magazines on the right side of his desk. Sasuke stared at it with poorly contained loathing.

"You could have just laid low you know, I told you-"

"I don't care what you told me" Sasuke interrupted. "The guy was hot and I needed a distraction."

Itachi raised an eyebrow. The magazines hadn't mentioned the blond being a guy. Perhaps they hadn't had time to see the gender in the dark. Which brought him back to the reason for his raised eyebrow.

"The blond was a guy?" he asked.

Sasuke pursed his lips into a thin line. He'd never told Itachi that he was gay. It was bad enough to see his father's reaction, and he didn't like the slip-up he'd just made. Uchihas didn't make those.

"Hn."

Itachi sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. He felt the past few days finally catching up on him.

"Sasuke" he began tiredly. "Do you understand the trouble I've had to go through to keep this situation from escalating?"

Sasuke didn't answer, just kept looking at him. His eye twitched though, and Itachi thought that maybe he was getting through to his stubborn baby brother.

"I know that you don't really care much for the company and that you generally don't care about people's feelings. But making Sakura break down like that during an important public gathering, having her make a mess of herself and you, was humiliating and very bad publicity. Not just for Uchiha Corps."

Sasuke still said nothing, but he was having trouble keeping it in.

"If you'd been a regular employee I would have fired you a long time ago, but you're my brother, Sasuke." He gave Sasuke an exasperated look. "Couldn't you have at least waited until you were in private?"

Sasuke closed his eyes as if in pain, and he really felt as if he was in pain right now. He thought of blue eyes and tan skin salty from sweat instead, and the pain lessened to bearable.

"Don't you mean 'couldn't you have waited until after the marriage, the merging of companies and the producing of an heir'?" Sasuke sneered, eyes still closed.

"You know I tried to break it off peacefully" Itachi said, starting to reach his limit. Only his brother could make him loose his cool so fast.

"Well you didn't try enough."

"Sasuke I have a lot of pressure on my shoulders right now! I don't have time to play rescue team for you just because you can't deal with one woman!"

Sasuke opened his eyes to glare venomously at his brother. If Itachi hadn't been so tired and exasperated right now he would have noticed the hurt underneath that glare.

"Well I'm sorry for being such a disappointing brother, but I couldn't put up with all your shit anymore. It's my life damn it!" Sasuke had raised his voice and clenched his fists. He hadn't felt this angry since the day he turned eighteen.

"I'm just saying you know the difficult situation our company is in right now! You could have put up for another month before spitting your fiancé and her family in their faces and playing gay just to rub it in further! Our stocks have decreased by ten percent!"

"I don't give a fuck about the stocks 'big brother'! And I'm not playing gay, I've been gay since the day I was born! Why do you think father was so livid after that fight?! It sure as hell wasn't because I didn't want to get married!" Sasuke was now close to shouting, his nails digging into his palms painfully. Itachi had stood up from his chair, but he still had control over his voice level. He was the perfect one after all.

"Well gay or not you're still an important part of this company! And you're twenty-three, not some hormonal teenager! You should know better!"

"Have you seen my care face?" Sasuke asked, his voice dripping with poison. "Because I think I lost it the day you started caring more about the company than me!"

Later on, Itachi would think back to this moment and realize that this pretty much nailed down how true Sasuke's words were. But it was too late now, and the sentence he uttered caused a dead frozen silence to take over the room. His brother was white in the face, his mask completely gone, showing just how much Itachi had hurt him. It was one of those moments when you say something in the heat of the moment, something you don't mean, something that hurts. Something that can't be taken back easily, because it hit too deep.

Sasuke took a few steps backwards, his brother's words ringing through his ears. Logically he knew that his brother didn't think that way but…

"Maybe you should start to care a little more about the company instead of thinking that the world revolves around you! We don't need another scandal like five years ago!"

Sasuke turned and left.

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As Naruto walked from the bus stop to work he inhaled the crisp autumn air, trying to shake off his unease. It was a fine sunny day, but the air felt cold. Soon he might have to replace his orange sports jacket with a warmer one. He entered the small restaurant and was immediately greeted by the familiar smell and the Asia-inspired interior. The restaurant hadn't opened yet, and even if it had the first hour was never particularly busy, and so it wasn't strange to find Chouji leaning against the counter reading a cooking magazine.

"What's up, Chouji?" he asked, looking closer at the magazine. "You're not gonna try and sneak in some French food on the menu are you?"

He grinned and crossed his arms on top of the counter, leaning forwards to see the chef behind the magazine cover. Chouji folded it with a content look, having finished reading the last page. The large man then smiled at Naruto, feeling slightly relieved at seeing his friend seemingly less down than he'd been last Friday.

"I don't think the boss would let me" he said with a grin of his own. "But it seems really tasty though! I'll try this recipe for dinner today!"

He showed Naruto one of the pages with some kind of meat artfully placed with sauce and some weird-looking things around it. It didn't really look like the kind of dish you made a Sunday night after work.

"That's cool! I'd come freeload but I actually have plans" Naruto said and couldn't help blushing a little at the thought of having a sort of date with Sasuke. At least he knew he'd get lucky.

"Really? Well I thought you looked more energetic today!" Chouji then looked closer at his friend's appearance. "Or should I say satisfied?" he added with a poke on Naruto's neck. Or more specifically: on the marks covering his neck.

"Haha yeah" Naruto said, rubbing his neck slightly embarrassed. "I guess you could say that." In the corner of his eye he could see Kiba entering from the kitchen area, giving him a sour look.

"I had a great weekend actually" Naruto continued, talking louder so that his ex would overhear. "And you know what the best part is? It's only Sunday."

"So, the great weekend isn't over yet?" Chouji asked with a meaningful look. Naruto just grinned as a response, feeling Kiba trying to burn holes in the back of his head.

"Well, I should go change I suppose" he then said and stretched his arms. "Talk to you later."

He gave a lazy wave to Chouji, and completely ignored the presence of a certain brown-haired asshole as he walked past the kitchen area and into the small room behind it where they kept their uniforms. As he changed, he felt that maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day at work after all. He wouldn't have to interact a lot with Kiba thankfully. And if he got bored, he could just imagine all the different ways he might fuck Sasuke later. He grinned to himself. He'd make sure to fill Chouji in on the details and show Kiba that he was definitely over him now and doing a lot better. Even if it was only temporary.

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Sasuke wasn't sure how long he'd walked for; all he knew was that he ended up at his favorite bench in a park fairly close to his old high school. It was where he'd go to escape all the annoying people in his life, and most importantly his fan club. There was a small pond in the middle of it, and his bench was underneath a large tree overlooking it. The park wasn't very well kept, and usually there would only be old people passing by as they took a walk around the neighborhood, or mothers with their babies playing in the tiny sandbox or feeding the ducks. He liked it there. He just sat and stared at the ducks swimming around lazily, sometimes venturing up on land to search for food some human might have dropped. The rational part of his mind had deemed himself unsuited for driving as he'd left the office, instead opting to exit via the lobby (completely ignoring the looks he got from the people in there) and go for a walk.

The bench was uncomfortable, the rundown brownish grey wood cold to sit on, but he didn't notice that for a long time. He didn't notice the little kid running up to him and offering him a sand cake and spilling half of it over his shoes, or the mother running after and scolding it for bothering a stranger, apologizing to him profusely. He stared blankly in front of him until he woke up from his dreamlike state and wondered how he ended up there, only vaguely remembering the furious walking he'd made. Out of habit he checked his phone, and had to check it a second time to confirm he'd really noted the time correctly. Three thirty. He must have been really out of it. He tried to think of how to walk from there to Naruto's restaurant, but the blank parts forced him to check the gps on his phone. It would take maybe half an hour to walk, so he had another hour to entertain himself. Trying very hard not to think about anything in particular he searched his phone and gave a relieved sigh as he found that he actually had a game on it. It would suffice for an hour hopefully.

It only took forty minutes before he was utterly and completely bored by the game, but since his brain felt like mush he thought that it might be safe to start walking anyway. He'd walk slowly and view the scenery intently and he might survive until five o'clock. The thought of seeing Naruto again was like a whisper in his ears, allowing him to push away his numbness and rise from the bench and move again. He felt stiff and cold, only now noticing that the wind had picked up, and his thin coat that he wore purely for appearance didn't do much to stop it. As he walked, he counted things. Cars, windows, cracks in the street… It had a calming effect, letting him use the logical side of his brain, letting the other half rest for a moment. He didn't like dealing with his feelings. One of the reasons he saw a therapist.

As he went by a school he counted the children, only stopping his counting momentarily to check his phone that he was going in the right direction. Suddenly, right before crossing a road when the light turned green, he was struck by a thought. He was actually going to see a person. For comfort. To talk about his feelings, his problems. He was desperate to see him, to see Naruto. Somehow his mind had decided that seeing Naruto would make him feel better, and his body eagerly led him towards the blond. A driver honked his horn, irritated that Sasuke had pressed the button and not crossed the street. Sasuke blinked and looked at the car, as if seeing his surroundings only just now. He then crossed the street, his mind mulling over the realization he'd just had. If you'd told him two days ago that he would start relying on another person he would have laughed in your face. Now though… As he crossed another street and realized how close he was to his goal he was gripped by a sense of cold fear. Angry with himself for feeling like that, he made a decision. Meeting Naruto was a good thing. And good things were scarce in his present life. Naruto was therefore to be treated with deliberate care, something he'd never done before. About time then.

Getting closer, realizing that he was coming at it from behind, he could hear voices drifting out of the back alley he was just about to enter. He wouldn't have cared if it weren't for a certain comment said in a deep voice reaching him, only registering after a couple of seconds.

"Kiba, I don't get what you're so upset about. You're the one who dumped him after all."

Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks. He felt a wave of anger wash over him at hearing that name, but it was quickly replaced with morbid curiosity. Knowing your enemy's feelings was the greatest advantage in a verbal confrontation, and he thought that he might have a chance at another one of those.

"I'm not upset Chouji, it just bothers me is all." Kiba sounded irritated. "I'm sure that Sasuke is just having a rebound fuck after his break-up, and Naruto is always too easily attached. It's obvious he likes him."

"So you're trying to tell me you're concerned for his wellbeing?" This Chouji person sounded doubtful. "I don't really want to butt into your problems but I don't think those comments you gave him were of the concerned sort."

"Oh get off my case, Chouji! I know you're taking his side anyway, but Sasuke will tire of him quickly and with good reason."

"And then what?"

There was silence for a moment.

"And then nothing" Kiba said.

"You're not making any sense, I'm going back inside."

"Whatever" Kiba mumbled, and Sasuke released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His mind suggested that this would be a perfect time to give Kiba a piece of his mind, but before he was able to do something stupid, Kiba went inside too, leaving Sasuke alone in the chilly street. He leaned against a stone wall, contemplating his options. Seeing as Naruto was doing so much for him today, and would hopefully do more, he felt like he owed him a scene. Like, a great scene where Kiba felt forever alone at the end. He checked his phone: twenty minutes to five. More than enough time to think of a plan and several back-ups.

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As Naruto worked his last hour he kept glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. Fifty minutes, forty, thirty… The stupid clock was definitely mocking him and moving slower by the second. It didn't help that the restaurant was almost empty, giving him nothing to do besides replaying Kiba's bitchy comments in his head, trying to come up with good comebacks. He'd never been good at that sort of thing. Sasuke was probably awesome at it though… He imagined a word battle between Kiba and Sasuke and snickered to himself.

"Less dirty thoughts and more working" his boss told him as he walked by, smacking Naruto on the arm that held the rag he was currently wiping tables with. Naruto glared after him and muttered to himself, continuing his useless wiping. It's not like anyone had sat there since the last time he wiped it. Thankfully it didn't take long until a costumer came in, ordering take-out. He went into the kitchen to tell Chouji just as his friend was coming back inside, looking uncharacteristically annoyed.

"Hey man, we have an order" Naruto said, frowning when Kiba entered as well. Kiba ignored the both of them and continued walking out of the large kitchen.

"Coming right up, Naruto" Chouji said, wiping the annoyance off his features and washing his hands. Naruto opted to stay with him as he prepared the food rather than follow Kiba.

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Sasuke carefully rounded the corner of the restaurant, wanting to stay close to the wall but not wanting to accidentally tear his coat against the brick wall. He peeked inside through the first window, and recognized Kiba shuffling about doing something. There were also two costumers standing by the counter, apparently waiting for their take-out order. Now he just had to wait for Naruto to enter. Luckily it didn't take long, and as the costumers took their order and went towards the exit, Sasuke prepared his entrance mentally and stepped aside as the middle-aged couple exited, holding the door up for him to take. He would have been more confident if he hadn't felt so sorry for himself right now, just wanting to crawl into bed and hide until better times. But he'd done more difficult things before, and as he entered and saw the look on Kiba's face, and more importantly the happy look on Naruto's face, he got a grip of himself and went into character. For a man hating to show feelings he could be a damn good actor when he wanted to.

Naruto could only stare as Sasuke walked up to him, looking the epitome of seductive and sexy. Oh how he wanted to see Kiba's face, but he couldn't tear his eyes off Sasuke. As the pale raven-haired man came up close there was unfortunately a counter in between them, but Sasuke leaned over it and purred against his lips.

"Hello Naruto, I missed you today…"

Naruto swallowed loudly and tried to control his libido, only half-succeeding.

"Did you now?" he purred right back, eyes on half mast drowning in the passionate look Sasuke was giving him.

"I did. I can't wait to go home and feel you inside me." Sasuke's voice was now sexy enough to kill. Naruto felt his nerves ignite and electricity sparkle everywhere in his body. Kiba better be watching this. "I was so embarrassed at work, because I couldn't stop thinking about what you said to me this morning, and I couldn't help replaying all the things you did to me in my mind."

"Don't tell me you were doing something dirty in your office" Naruto said, his mind screaming for Sasuke to please tell him.

"I was almost caught" Sasuke stage whispered, dragging his fingers down Naruto's chest. "I was bent over my desk pretending it was you fingering me, when my secretary asked if she could come in. And I realized that I'd forgotten to lock the door."

Naruto breathed in sharply. His pants were starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Thank God she didn't enter when I told her I was 'occupied'."

"So anyone could have just walked in on you, seeing how dirty and desperate I've made you." Naruto licked his lips, Sasuke following it hungrily with his eyes. Kiba had the perfect view of all this.

"Mm" Sasuke moaned, separating his lips and letting his tongue follow the same path on Naruto's lips that he'd just seen.

"Well," Naruto said, his voice now too deep and husky for a public setting, "I'd better go change then so I can give you what you want."

But before he could lean back and hurry to go get changed Sasuke closed the distance between them and gave Naruto a slow, sensual kiss, causing tiny explosions to erupt in Naruto's stomach. Fuck he was hard now. They separated slowly, neither wanting to end it, Kiba long forgotten. A few moments later Naruto stepped away and reluctantly left to change and tell his boss that he was leaving.

When Naruto had left silence hung in the air. Sasuke turned around to lean his back against the counter, doing nothing to hide the bulge in his pants, pretending to just inspect the interior of the Chinese restaurant. He tried to remember the name but couldn't. Eventually Kiba broke the silence, as Sasuke had predicted.

"Very funny" he said. "I don't know what Naruto could have possibly offered to make you do this for him, but I'm not falling for it."

"No, you wouldn't know would you?" Sasuke asked airily, inspecting his nails. "If you did you wouldn't have dumped him after all. But I'm not complaining." He smirked at Kiba, all signs of the uke he'd played now gone.

Kiba glared and clenched his fists. "I don't get why you bother with him."

"I don't get why you bother thinking and speaking at the same time. You'll just hurt yourself." Sasuke was using that pleasant voice he'd used against his brother before, sounding as if he was discussing the weather but creating a cold sweat on Kiba's forehead. Sadly Kiba was apparently too stupid to drop it.

"You said I wasn't submissive enough for you and here you are, getting fucked by Naruto!"

Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes at hearing this. How he hated delusional people.

"I said, that you are an ugly unrefined moron with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and that I don't fuck whores with expectations to have things their way. If you wish to interpret that as 'not submissive enough' then that's your problem."

"Umm, you okay Sasuke?"

Sasuke turned his head and gave an invisible sigh of relief at seeing Naruto. He'd been close to losing his cool and didn't think his brother would have appreciated his involvement in a fist fight, even if he'd win.

"Let's go" he grunted and walked towards the exit, Naruto hurrying to catch up with him.

Outside he kept walking briskly until they were two blocks away, only stopping then because Naruto grabbed his arm and forced him.

"Sasuke, what's wrong? You look upset."

Sasuke realized that he'd probably let his mask fall off once they'd exited, having reached his limit. He looked down at the pavement, counting the small pebbles he could see.

"Let's not talk here" he said, turning to walk again.

Naruto stared after him for a second, and then caught up, taking his hand and holding it, shivering when he felt how cold it was.

"It was really nice of you to do that in front of Kiba" Naruto said, changing the topic. "Not to mention sexy. I think I'm still hard."

Sasuke didn't reply, but squeezed his hand instead. When they'd walked a while, Naruto finally realized that they were walking instead of driving.

"So are we walking the whole way to your place?" he asked tentatively.

"Sorry" Sasuke said.

"We could take the bus instead. There's a bus stop right over there." He pointed a bit further down the street. Judging by Sasuke's cold hand and slight shivering a forty minute walk didn't seem like such a good idea, especially since the sun wasn't doing much to warm them anymore, hanging too low in the sky.

Sasuke glanced at him, and then nodded. He was starting to get tired, and he was definitely cold. Taking the bus was probably a good idea.


I feel so bad making Sasuke argue with his brother haha. At least Kiba got what he deserved in this. And Sasuke is so good at playing uke right? :D Next chapter will have that NaruSasu lemon you're all waiting for:p Review if you want Sasuke to scream in it xD