Here's chapter 2. I'm sorry if you think it's rubbish but I don't really care.

I've had more positive feedback than negative or I wouldn't have bothered writing any more. I'll write what I want so deal with it. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto I am just using the original as a base for my story.

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Chapter 2

"Hawaiian or Meat Feast?" He looked over to me then smirked. "Or maybe something a little lighter, like a Margherita?"

He laughed and turned back to the menu, waiting for my response. I was slumped over a table in the small, hot pizzeria, trying not to fall asleep.

"Meat Feast...heh." I snickered at the name of the pizza then sighed. "I'll have ramen." I lifted my arm then dropped it again in response.

"They don't do ramen here, Naruto. We're in a pizza place!" He laughed again.

He's laughing at you, Naruto. Pull yourself together if you want to pull this guy!

"Yeah, I'll have something with chicken..." I sat up and tried my hardest not to look drunk...and failed. I moved way to quickly and my head started spinning again straight after I had just got it settled and I immediately put my head back down on the table.

"Okay, okay... don't hurt yourself." He smiled that perfect smile again and ordered the food.

After what seemed like forever we were outside again and trying to get back to my place. A couple of wrong turns down strange alleys later, we were stood staring at my door. Sasuke had his arm around me and was balancing the pizza boxes on his other. I fumbled around in my pockets desperately trying to find my keys.

"I know they're here somewhere...ah! Got 'em." I grinned and unlocked the door to my apartment. "Come on in, make yourself at home!"

It sounded like I was inviting him into a sophisticated, well kept home but In reality, I wasn't. If I had been sober I'd have probably cared a little more. Kicking aside some empty cartons and instant ramen cups I brushed some crumbs from my sofa and sat down, motioning him to do the same.

This is it. You've got him where you want him now.

He reached over to open a pizza box but I placed my hand on his leg. "So..." I slurred, swaying on the spot. "What do you want to do?"

"...Eat my pizza...?" He looked at my hand then back at me. "Why? What were you thinking of?"

"I think you...know..." My head felt like it weighed a tonne and the room started fading, fast.

Quick, or you'll lose him!

I moved in to kiss him but everything went black. Next thing I knew I was waking up to the sound of birds chirping and rays of sunlight shining through the windows onto my face. I attempted to sit up but barely managed to lift up my head. That is when it hit me.

What did I do last night...?

Dread washed over me like a tidal wave. I could barely remember getting home. I looked around and saw that I was in bed, and when I lifted up the covers, I was only wearing my boxers. What does this mean? Did I actually bring someone to my house instead of going back to theirs?

"Sasuke...?" I called out with a cracked voice. My throat was dry and my head had a marching band pacing up and down inside it. I rubbed my eyes to get a better view of my surroundings. I was alone. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to the door, opening it clumsily.

"Sa-" I was cut off by the sound of cups and plates being moved around in my kitchen. I walked down the corridor and to the kitchen to investigate.

Then I saw it. My apartment. My apartment was spotless. No trash on the floor, no crumbs, my clothes were neatly folded and placed on the side. It looked like a whole different place. I walked up to the breakfast bar and sat on a stool. Sasuke was facing the other way and washing the dishes.

"Did you do all this?" I asked, running my fingers through my messy yellow hair.

He jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and turned to face me. "It was nothing, really. I just couldn't stand to be in such a messy apartment." He frowned at me. "You really should look after yourself better."

I gave him a 'I barely know you, so why are you lecturing me' look and sighed. I ran my hands over my face, rubbing my eyes in the process. My head felt like it was going to explode.

"Are you my mother now?" I snapped unnecessarily at him and made my way to where the aspirin was. I took out a couple of pills and then reached for a glass and filled it with water. I took it all over to my sofa and slumped into it.

"Ok, sorry I know I probably shouldn't have done it." He placed the dish cloth down and walked towards the door. "I've overstayed my welcome."

"No, I'm sorry. I just feel so rough." I took the pills and put the glass on the coffee table. "Don't go. I'll play nice."

I was waking up properly now and my memories of him were flooding back. I looked up at him and gulped. He is so beautiful. I got up and walked over to him, standing against the wall near the door.

"Are you sure?" He asked, sceptically.

"Definitely." I breathed, pressing myself to his chest. "Tell me, did we fuck last night?" I am kind of hoping we didn't - i'd want to remember it!

He took one look at me and laughed. "You think you would have been able to? You were catatonic, you didn't even take one bite of your pizza!"

I felt so embarrassed. That's the last time I do shots.

"Would you fuck me?" I asked, outright.

"You are forward, aren't you?" He moved in so close that our lips were only inches away from each other, I could feel his warm breath. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

He was so close to me, it was starting to turn me on. I could feel his perfectly formed body beneath his shirt, I found myself pressing into him, my heart was racing.

"I...err...I..." Words were failing me and I didn't know what to do.

"Not such a big guy now, are you?" He ran his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me into him and our lips touched. After a few seconds he parted my lips with his tongue and ran it over mine. The sensation was enough to send anyone wild. Suddenly my pants were feeling tight. He grabbed hold of me and swung me around, slamming me against the wall instead. My head was spinning and I was getting hard. I had never felt like this before. He held both my hands against the wall, still kissing me, our tongues entwining. Drool started to escape our mouths and I was losing myself to him.

Is he some kind of demon? How can someone make me feel this way?

After about five minutes he slowly dissolved the kiss and let my hands fall back down to my sides. I wiped the drool from my mouth and bashfully looked up at him. He was staring at me like I was his prey.

"W...what was that...?" I asked, looking quickly away.

"That was just the beginning." He smirked, grabbed his jacket, slid on his shoes and promptly left my apartment. I was left standing there, gobsmacked.