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I finished at the office, turning off the lights and closing my door, locking it before heading out. Waiting backstage for the blonde and his partner to finish their practice of the day I noticed that it was six o'clock, a little late than they would normally have left. When I heard his cheery chuckle I held my briefcase a little tighter as I prepared to head toward the exit doors, but his hand on my arm stopped me. I raised a brow at him in question.

"Ah, hey Sasuke, I'm gonna go out to celebrate with Kiba before our last big rehearsal and show. I won't be home for a while, so don't worry about me. There's some ramen if you're starving to death as a last resort." He smirked, knowing of my deep disgust of the chemically formed, radioactive liquid known as 'ramen'. Or at least of the American, three-minute-and-done ramen in plastic cups. I gave nothing but my typical 'hn' of acknowledgement and headed home myself.

So far, Naruto had not touched the briefcase at home since the time Kakashi warned me about it, to my knowledge at least, which was all good and dandy for me. The last thing I needed was to complicate things even further by having the tanner of us resent me. I felt a light pinch on my wrist and frowned when I noticed that it was just my Mark acting up again. For a while I had felt nothing, but when there was a moment that Naruto wasn't within fifty feet of me it liked to remind me of that simple fact.

Not really hungry I decided that I would take matters in to my own hands and not sit around, simply waiting for the moment Naruto would really figure out the truth behind his parents' deaths. I rummaged through our closet, the dresser, under the bed, pretty much anywhere it could occupy space and found nothing to my avail. Grunting out of frustration and anger I decided that maybe a nice, steamy shower could help ease my mind.

I stripped myself of my clothing, or more like ripped, and turned on the water to let it heat up nicely for a few minutes before stepping in. I let my shoulders rest against the cool tiles, the stream of mildly hot drops piercing my skin and soaking into my stress, carrying it with them as they headed down my body and the drain. The one thing I found could always clear my head was a shower.

In addition to clearing my head, it allowed me time to think, albeit dangerous half the time; what did Itachi have against me? He had been acting strange ever since I first came to this city, to this section of UDA. Especially when I had met Naruto. I have never known my brother to be a homophobe, but I have never actually discussed any of those types of topics with him before. His disappointment and rage did seem to have some type of connection to the gay part in my life, but it didn't seem direct. So what could possibly be bothering him so much? Was it the publicity factor that has always bugged him, that the image of the Uchihas, and most importantly him, were in fact not perfect? Maybe so, but for some reason, that didn't fit quite right. If it were just that, he would have covered it up and set me on a different path like he had before, and like father. He could've changed anything to become whatever his mind wanted it to be; whatever it took for his perfect utopia to form.

I can never understand you, Itachi. I never have been able to figure you out.

I shook my head slowly, attempting, though more out of sheer force rather than want, to disperse these thoughts. My wrist burned and pulsed, a sudden headache creeping into my mind.

Naruto.

The first thing that popped into my mind was the image of the blonde, his large smile bright and beautiful as always. Then it flashed to the night I had to help him, the memories of blood and stitches resurfacing. My heart ached a little too and I reached to grab it, fearing that I could be about to have a heart attack or stroke. Even though I've always been healthy, you just never know these days. Especially while in America. I almost decided to leave my shower when the cold air from outside the glass enclosure pushed me from that ideal. I forced myself to calm down, taking deep breathes and attempting to clear my head once again.

Leave it to Naruto and this damn connection to screw up my only safe place.

I thought back to him, my headache disappearing but the aches in my heart and wrist never leaving. What if Naruto really found out and was avoiding me? He had been going out every night with either Kiba or Neji or some other co-worker for the past four nights in a row now. Would he move out? Or worse, make me move out? Would he force me to be the puppy chasing after him because of the sheer sake of our healths? I groaned and slumped down, propping my arm up on my knee and resting my head against it. This was the inevitable, and unfortunately, the boyfriend part of this had been out of my plans. I knew that eventually something would have to be done about the whole Mark issue and the fact that we were naturally drawn to one another, but I never thought I'd fall into this...relationship. It was something that just popped out of my mouth; something that never happened. Ending things were certainly going to be a lot harder now.

My wrist twitched so painfully that I had to cry out and thats when I heard a door slam closed and an exasperated yell. I looked at the clock on the wall, an hour already having passed without my knowing. Just as I got up, the bathroom door slammed open to reveal a flustered blondie, a blush sweeping over him once he realized what he'd done.

I turned my gaze away from him but did nothing to hide my body as I answered the question I knew he had planned on asking. "I'm fine." He gulped and simply nodded, closing the door quietly. I sighed.

God dammit Naruto.

"I hate you Sasuke! No wonder everybody in your family has left you; because you're a coward! An asshole! A bastard!" A swirl of blonde hair and blue eyes passed before me, grabbing his things before storming out the door, not even getting a chance to let it slam closed before I pushed it aside and ran after him.

"Baka! Come back here!"

"Fuck you, asshole!" I heard a slight quiver in his voice, something that pained me to hear and caused my Mark to burn. He ran down the stairwell and out the back exit of the complex to his car. I followed him closely, hoping to catch him.

"Naruto, please! Hold on just a minute!" He wasn't even considering listening. I began to panic, the adrenaline beginning to pulse through my veins. "Just, just let me explain!"

"I'm done with you Sasuke! Done!" He tried to open his car door but I forced it closed and kept a tight handle on it. He gripped my arm far too harshly and stared at me. "There was something telling me that this would end badly, but you know what? I figured we were like this for a reason, marked together and all. I said why the hell not? And you were nice. But big fucking surprise; you're just a prick. I don't care if it kills me to leave this place and never look back; it's better than being next to you."

"Ah!" I coughed loudly, leaning over the edge of my bed and using the crevice connecting my forearm and my bicep to catch all the nasty germs. Naruto definitely noticed my yell, placing a hand on my shoulder out of concern.

"You alright Sas?" I simply nodded and sat back up, looking to my right to meet his eyes. A sudden feeling washed over me and my Mark, for the billionth time that day, burned along with my body. His blue orbs were hard to see in the dark, but they cut out through the thick, fog-like screen like a diamond sword through jello. Recalling my dream I frowned, sadness peaking in my heart and causing it to work a little harder. He placed a hand on my cheek. "Hey now, what's wrong?"

I had looked down for a minute, but when I looked back up and saw the concern all sense left me and I tilted my head to the side, pushing my lips forward and onto his. He was taken back, quite literally a bit, but didn't seem to question it and simply blended his soft pink outlines with my own; he must've felt my despair. We sat like that for a few minutes, soft and lengthy kisses passed back and forth before he pulled away gently. I held my eyes closed for a few seconds before opening them, meeting his now open ones and recognizing my hunger for him.

Nothing was exchanged between us as I pulled him on top of me, sliding down so I was on my back and letting him ravage my neck after kissing him a few more times. I licked the outer shell of his ear, a low growl spewing from his throat and the heat in the room increasing, specifically around our lower halves. He kissed me more aggressively, biting my lip and almost whining for a second time. I smirked softly, the delirium of sleep still keeping my hazy and not focused. He licked my lips, leaving a trail of kisses down to my neck where he gently licked the soft and bruised skin, my previous activity of licking the shell of his ear returning and another growl emitting from him. He pushed his body down against mine, the sensitivity of the situation causing both of us to take in a breath. He was wearing sweatpants as usual, but I clearly felt his outline and knew that he was bare underneath. I was no better, in some silk Calvin Kleins. I nibbled on the cartilage absentmindedly, a larger growl sprouting from him and his mouth moving down to my chest.

Sasuke, what are you doing?

He latched onto a pert nipple, swirling and flicking his tongue around it. I gasped softly and raised my hips out of response, confirming that he was bare. Almost as if he read my mind he nodded and lifted his head to plant a kiss on my lips.

"That's right Sasuke… Just like that."

His mouth moved over to my ear and as he ground his hips on me gently he spoke, his voice deep and husky, almost raspy, in a way that made me shiver with pleasure. "I almost felt bad for walking in on you in the shower," He let a hand trail over my chest and to my stomach, rubbing it slowly. "But I never minded a nice peek at you." My Mark burned, a groan being pulled from me as he ground against me again.

"I never minded joining in while you were in the shower."

I blinked a few times, the situation at hand suddenly coming into focus and my sense coming to me.

What the hell am I…

I panicked, pushing him off of me very abruptly and not waiting around to witness his shock and pulling on a shirt that was on the floor, grabbing my keys and leaving the house very quickly.

"So you come to me in your underwear at three in the morning, smelling like ramen, forests, and sweat, hoping for some answers?" I rolled my eyes and pushed past the silver headed man. His condo wasn't small, but wasn't as large as Naruto's. Huh. "Why yes, you're welcome."

I grabbed myself a glass and poured some water from the fridge into it, gulping it down and sighing once I realized I was safe. I sensed that he would as if he should be worried about Naruto or even call, so I stopped him from asking. "I promise you, this is nothing Naruto would call you about."

I heard him chuckle softly. "I'm sure of that. Especially since it's his shirt you've got on." I looked down to observe myself and frowned. "So what do I owe you the pleasure of accompanying me for?"

I didn't answer but simply looked at my glass, Kakashi remaining silent for a few minutes.

"Did you sleep with him?" I scoffed. "Then you did go somewhere, correct?" I didn't respond. I heard him sigh. "I'm here for you both any time, but I'm not going to lie; it's a little unsettling to talk to my son's boyfriend about his adventures with well, my son."

"I don't know what happened." His eyebrow raised. "He woke me up from a nightmare, and I just…" I didn't finish my statement, trusting his wisdom to understand enough to finish.

"Why did you guys stop?"

I couldn't push myself to answer at this.

"Sasuke...I don't know what you came to me for, but I can't fix what I don't know."

I frowned deeply. "My...body remembers some things from the past. It didn't like being touched. I panicked." He didn't know what I was talking about, but I'm sure he could figure out. He didn't ask. "And then left before he could say anything. Kind of in a rush, if you didn't notice."

"Hmm, I do see that. Well Sasuke, there's not much I can say. You can stay here tonight, but you have to work and see him perform tomorrow." I sighed.

God dammit.

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