Starting in Sasuke's POV

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I woke up with a raging boner, but thankful it was finally a weekend. My head was slightly throbbing from the wine I had last night with Itachi.

Speaking of the devil, he wasn't here. My bedroom doors were opened and his shoes were missing. This Saturday morning felt almost good. And I said almost because there was a not so small problem in my underwear, begging to be taken care of.

I closed my eyes and the first person that popped up inside of my brain in the aroused state it was, was none other than Naruto Uzumaki.

Lovely.

Well, he was hot, facts.

I tried to force him out of my head, but his penetrating gaze, his smile, his voice, the attitude he gave me when nobody was looking, everything combined was too hard to get rid of when my boner twitched in excitement at the thoughts of him.

Groaning, I made peace with the fact that the little dream I had of him brought me into the state I was currently in and I gave in to the fantasies considering I had nothing better to do anyway.

But then again anything was better than jerking off with the thoughts of Naruto.

That last thought seemed to haunt me, but I gave in after the dream I had vividly played out in my head.

I mean, if the shoe fits...

Naruto was sitting in a chair across from me, his vivid eyes playfully scanning my body.

I noticed the way his lips curved into a smirk as he got up and walked towards me, hands in his pockets.

God, he was so hot. His palm came out of the pocket only to grab a fistful amount of my hair and pull it back, raising my head in the process.

He was whispering about how my hair was soft, and then he leaned further in, taking a sharp intake of breath and with it a scent of my shampoo.

I got lost in his intoxicating scent of the damn aftershave he used, that smell was driving me mad, so I found myself pressing into the crook of his neck. The proximity made me hard, and god that chuckle he gave me while his face traveled from the top of my head to my ear...

I moaned at the image in my head, teasing myself further by slowly stroking my hardness. I couldn't believe I was leaking precum at just the thoughts of Naruto's scent and his proximity, but I was way too aroused to think about that, focusing only on the feeling of his hands travelling down my chest to the zipper.

Oh boy, did I have a wild imagination or what?

Naruto's hands opened the zipper of my dress pants as he kneeled in front of me, wrapping his long, skilled, fingers around my needy boner. His strokes were slow and the pressure he applied with his thumb on my overly sensitized head made it impossible to stay quiet.

I stroked myself the way I imagined Naruto would do it. I wondered how he tasted. I wondered if he had as much experience as he clearly seemed to. I fantasized about those smirking lips wrapping around my cock and pounding in his throat until I felt myself convulsing.

The orgasm felt so good, maybe because I hadn't done it in a while. Self service wasn't really my thing, but then again I wasn't really that much into dating and not to mention sex for one night was a no go. Nevermind that.

It felt amazing. Fuck the fact I fantasized about the blond idiot and his pink tongue and all kinds of stuff I really shouldn't have thought about.

But it was so worth it.

But I thought about Naruto...

But it felt better than actual sex.

But it was Naruto who touched me in my fantasy...

But who gives a flying fuck? It's not like I'm gonna go around telling people I fantasized about anything, especially something that included Naruto.

Mental arguments with my inner self were exhausting, I concluded, as I shoved the thought in the back of my brain. Nobody will ever know, so it didn't matter.

The liquid which flew out of my softening cock was getting sticky all over my stomach, so I got up and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I had to do some serious shopping, my fridge was almost empty, excluding the bunch of shit that Itachi was feeding himself with. We needed veggies and fruits and meat that wasn't in a freaking can.

Scanning my fridge, I realized I will have to threaten Itachi to kick his ass out if he input more shit in it.

Knowing him, he'll do it on purpose, just to piss me off.

So, pointless...

Tugging my jacket from the closet and putting the shoes on in a hurry, I exited the apartment and turned to lock the door.

A very sharp and unexpected pain shot through my left side, shoulder included when something collided with me.

Or rather... someone. I turned around prepared to let out every curse I knew at the top of my head, only to get my tongue tied, caught by surprise.

A blond.

Che... And to think I've had enough of those in my life.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Iruka! You could've given me a warning that someone was here!" The man started yelling in panic before he dropped the side of a piece of furniture, a sofa, I concluded, that he was holding.

Before I had a chance to glare at him and give him a 'hn', like he was the worthless piece of dirt under a nail, he came onto me and...

Crushed me in the most violent hug.

What the fuck was wrong with people?!

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you... Are you hurt? Oh my god..." He was talking too fast and as annoyed as I was getting, I lost the willpower to yell at him.

"It's fine, I didn't see you." I offered a few words in hope that he would let go of me at once, but no.

My life was pretty fucked up, no joke.

"You're such a sweet boy! Are you of age? I have a son, he's actually moving in right here", he pointed at the door across from my apartment.

Like I cared, man...

"If you have issues with math or anything, my son can help you! Oh, I will make sure to tell my wife to bake something as an apology! I swear I didn't mean to hit you!" The guy sounded... frantic? Insane? Scared?

Wait, did he think I was a high schooler? WHAT THE FUCK?

I peeled his hands away from me and pushed him away subtly, or as subtle as I could considering the man kept up with his attempts of crushing my body in what he assumed was a 'hug'.

"Sir, thank you. I have finished my studies a long time ago. And I have some things to do now, so if you'll excuse me..." I tried to step away from him, I swear I tried! But then his palms pressed on my biceps and, since I was deemed as 'of age' according to not being in high school, he tried to invite me to attend the 'move in party' his son was throwing next Friday.

"It will be great, I promise! Please come!"

"I'll... think about it." I replied evenly.

Because saying no would result in more body crushing and the bruises on my arms.

"That's great! Oh, this is Iruka! He's a friend of the family. Also, I will introduce my wife when she bakes something to you as an apology!"

This guy really had issues with shutting the fuck up...

"Minato, I think the man said he was in a hurry..."

I glanced at the man with a kind voice who was titled 'Iruka' and gave him a small smile as a 'thank you'. The guy was a savior. As soon as he said it, the blond let go of me, following with a bunch of apologies for not letting me leave sooner.

"Minato! What the fuck? You were supposed to get that fucking bed inside and come down for more stuff!"

A female voice screamed at the end of the hall. The woman had blood red hair and judging by her demeanor, the hair color suited her for sure. She was moving on heels, elegantly, but briskly, reaching us in a record time for a lady in such high heels. I was getting freaked out a bit, no joke.

"Kush, my love! I hit this boy accidentally and I tried to apologize, that's why I didn't get this inside sooner." His face dropped as he got to the woman and crushed her body into a hug that very much resembled the one he gave me. I definitely was freaking out, but now for a whole other reason... He was gonna suffocate this poor woman... My eyes probably gave away some of my concern or the freaking out part, because the woman looked at me in a motherly way and...

Wait for it.

She crawled out of the bone crushing hug, hitting the blond across the head with her tiny palm and nudging him like an MMA fighter in the side with elegance of a wild cat.

It hurt to even watch that.

This woman was my superhero, though. I could totally get some tips from her on how to get away from Sakura for example.

Not that she was obsessing over me that much because she had Naruto now.

I growled involuntarily, forgetting I was surrounded by people.

"Are you okay, honey? Forgive my idiot husband, he's not looking where he's going. My idiot son inherited that from him..." She approached me and examined me from head to toe. Her presence didn't bother me at all, not even the motherly affection she was showing by cupping my cheek to examine my face for any injuries.

I smiled slightly when she let go of me, "I'm fine, there's no reason to worry, ma'am."

"Nonsense, he was carrying this heavy sofa... I told them that he doesn't need this old dusty thing in his apartment, but his grandfather really loved this thing and the boy was tied to him so much... so he convinced Minato to carry it here with Iruka." The woman finished and eyed me once again, "If you need anything, just come in." She pointed at the door across from me. "I'm Kushina, by the way." She politely introduced herself and I couldn't really be a dickhead.

"Sasuke Uchiha. Pleasure to meet you."

I noticed her confused expression which soon turned into a polite smile. Overly polite.

Edging to creepy.

Women...

Excusing myself, I headed out, leaving the three of them with a polite goodbye, completely unaware of the three disbelieving pairs of eyes following me.

Tomato, beans, avocado, salmon sticks, pork, cabbage, milk, cereal... I was listing grocery stuff in my head, trying not to skip anything. The basket was full of vegetables and I was looking forward to cooking something edible. Trust Itachi to feed us with take out Chinese food every single night.

Gross.

I was walking, eyes focused on the shelf with cheese when someone touched my shoulder.

Mentally growling at whoever did it, because I hated being touched by strangers, I turned with a death glare sitting upon my face to spot a blond chick that moved in next door recently.

"Hey cute Uchiha." She greeted, smiling sheepishly.

"Hey. Sup with the cute part?" Yes, I really had to ask.

Because, what the actual fuck?

"Well, I met two of you, the hot one and the cute one. It's self explanatory from there." She smiled again.

Creepy.

"You know my brother is gay, right?" I really, really, really wanted her gone. It was my alone time, damn it! Can't a guy do his shopping and get home and enjoy his weekend?

Alone.

"Who cares, he's fun to chill with. We caught a movie at your place a few days ago while you were at work."

Oh, so they're becoming all buddy-buddy, in my apartment. Thank fuck Itachi was gay or I'd strangle him if he did stuff with Temari on my sofa.

I was sleeping on it, for fuck's sake.

"Good to know. You need something?" My patience was running thin.

"Me? No, no, I just wanted to see if you needed some help." She said pointing at the basket, "I believe that you could use some help carrying that."

She shrugged at me as if she just hadn't offered to help me.

She didn't ask me to do something for her, but offered to help me carry my groceries. This was so odd and remarkable. Maybe she wasn't half bad and I was just being a dickhead because I found everyone annoying.

"Uh... You really wanna help with that, for no reason?" I probably sounded like a moron, and most certainly looked like one gaping at her incredulously.

"You sound like you don't have plenty of friends." She commented, but wasn't making any indication of leaving. "Yeah, I wanna help, it's what friends do." She finally said crossing her arms over the chest.

So, she concluded we're friends... by what exactly?!

I mean, she had a point, I definitely wasn't a 'people' person. I had no friends, but I was fine like that. I couldn't help but think of my brother. If he befriended her, then she was a nice person indeed. Itachi could read people, maybe it came with a profession, or maybe he just had some superhuman sense of pointing out assholes.

For now though...

"Okay." I found myself responding, my face still set in a scowl as it would be too much to offer a smile when I just accepted a friendship offer.

Temari smiled, it was a genuine smile, one that had no hidden meanings and malice.

Yes, she was fine.

On the way back she told me stories of her, Gaara and their third brother Kan-something, not that I cared. I barely even listened out of politeness. I was still swallowing the fact I allowed someone to befriend me. A chick, nonetheless.

We carried the stuff into the apartment and she helped with sorting them out. Before she left, Temari told me to call her if I ever needed help with whatever, or a friendly face.

Like I'd ever do that.

"Thanks for your help, Temari." I said while closing the door. She smiled sweetly and disappeared into her own apartment.

Finally.

I was finally alone.

Somewhere in a different household

"Dad! No beer for you! You gotta drive back home!" Naruto yelled at his father who was opening a second can of beer.

The younger of the two blonds reached for the can of beer in his father's hand, took it with a wide grin and bottomed it down.

Minato nearly cried at the gesture, but then Kushina jumped in, "Naruto, baby, don't worry, I can drive back."

Both Naruto and Minato paused, looking at each other, the feeling of panic clearly visible in their expressive, blue eyes. Minato wasn't ready to die, just yet.

"NO!" He yelled manically, but quickly corrected himself, "No, I mean, my love, I wouldn't bother you like that. Naruto is right." Minato looked at his son, the begging in his eyes mase Naruto crackle in laughter but he gave in.

"Dad's right. No need to bother yourself, Iruka is here too, why would they trouble a woman." Naruto added, an evil glint in his eyes.

If he knew his mother well...

"A woman?!"

Oh, yes. Yes he did.

Minato eyed Naruto with the 'how could you' type of look and Kushina stormed from the kitchen into the living room glaring at all three men occupying the space.

"Is that all I am? Just a woman?" It was too late for Naruto to declare he was joking, because they were in for a long lesson of why Kushina Uzumaki was much more than just 'a woman' as her son had so blatantly put.

"Mom, I didn't mean it like that..." Naruto tried to appease her, but it had no effect.

"Listen here, you little brat! I am much more than just some damsel in distress!"

'Here we go', Naruto thought, suddenly regretting he wanted to prank his dad just a bit.

"I cook, clean, work, look after all of you, including you Iruka, do NOT look at me like that! I am absolutely capable in every aspect, and as worthy as any man there. So don't even try to put me in a 'lady in trouble' context. Am I clear?" Kushina looked at the three of them with icy glare.

Naruto, feeling sorry that his attempt to joke upset his mother, was the first to apologize, followed by Iruka and Minato who explained they would never treat Kushina as a damsel in distress.

Kushina was satisfied with the outcome, internally smirking. She smiled softly and got back to her baking.

"Oh, Naruto, once I bake this pie you'll have to take it to your neighbor, the handsome young man living just across from you." She stated, a mysteriously scheming expression on her beautiful face, not even bothering to look at Naruto.

"Why?" Naruto asked, confused at the fact his mother was making pie for someone else and not for her one and only son who moved and would starve until he buys food.

"Because Minato hit him today when him and Iruka were carrying that godawful sofa. As an apology, I'm baking him a pie. I hope he likes it." She said sweetly.

Minato looked at his son, a semi-guilty expression on his face, letting Naruto know Kushina was telling the truth.

Naruto groaned, dropping on the sofa and hitting his butt hard in the process.

"Damn it, guys... Who is he? You were here for a few hours and already managed to cause a problem with one of the neighbors..." He facepalmed, then looked at Iruka who just shrugged, choosing not to participate in conversation.

"Oh, I don't know who he is. He is really really handsome, though. Right, Min?" Kushina appeared from the kitchen again, and looked pointedly at Minato, daring him to say another word.

The older Uzumaki just smirked, making his wife smile sweetly, "No idea who that is, but Kushina wanted to apologize properly." He stated before disappearing into the kitchen, following his wife.

Naruto just shuddered at the thought his mother was attempting to set him up with a stranger, who happened to be his neighbor, who he would meet probably every day...

He shuddered again, everything about it was so completely wrong he didn't even know where to start from. Perhaps from the 'Kushina wanted to set him up with a guy' part?

"Iruka... who is this guy?" Naruto asked his father's best friend, but the man just shrugged, as if he had no idea what they were talking about. Thankfully, Naruto was buying it.

Naruto had no clue why everyone was acting so closed off when he asked about his neighbor, he didn't even get a proper description, just that the man was hot.

He got up and went to take a shower, if he was going to meet his new neighbor by the order of his mother, at least he didn't have to look dusty.

I was in the process of making dinner. God the mixed vegetables in the pan, currently frying, smelled like heaven. The meat was almost ready as well, I checked it recently and added salt.

It felt good to be able to cook, and hopefully eat in peace, some homemade food. I missed this.

I heard the door opening, knowing it was Itachi I didn't bother turning around.

"Are you planning to move in with me?" I dryly asked as I heard my brother taking his shoes off and approaching the kitchen.

"Very sweet of you to offer otouto, but I wasn't planning to." He replied mockingly and took a seat at the table.

"Dinner will be ready soon. Please don't put that trash in my fridge anymore." I said please, ok?

"But I like that. Dei hooked me on instant noodles, they're so good!" Itachi almost whined.

And I said almost because my brother never whined. Although, if I had to be honest with myself, I could understand his obsession. Hey, I was obsessing over an idiotic person, Itachi could obsess over noodles. Neither obsession was healthy, but it was understandable.

"I met Temari today, she helped me carry the groceries." I told Itachi, stirring the vegetables in the pan.

"She's really nice. Did you know she basically raised her two brothers?" He inquired, and I realized she had probably mentioned something that would indicate it, but I didn't pay close attention.

Too much thinking about Naruto, too often.

"She's fine, I guess. She didn't ask for anything in return, said she was doing it as a friend." I absent mindedly talked, as I was taking out the meat from the oven.

"You need more of those, friends, I mean. She-"

Itachi was interrupted by a door bell.

I thought it was Temari, really. I didn't talk to anyone else in the building even though I lived here for a couple of years.

"Can you take that?" I asked Itachi glaring in the direction of the sound, since the doorbell rang out once again.

"Sure."

He got up, and went to open the door.

Itachi pulled the door, expecting to see the same person as his brother did, Temari.

He was taken aback by the visitor. It was a blond, but not the one he expected to see.

"Hey..." A man, probably younger than him, was standing at his doorstep with something wrapped up in his hands. It smelled delicious.

"Hi, can I help you?" Itachi asked, a small smile on his face. He was visibly confused by the visitor.

"Uh, my dad ran into you today. I'm the guy moving in across from you. My mom baked this pie as an apology gift." The man said as a small blush appeared on his face.

Itachi had noticed the man eyeing him strangely, at first there was a slight recognition in his eyes, but then it disappeared and turned into a look of awe. He wasn't uncomfortable, but he was most definitely confused. Especially after hearing that.

"Uh... I believe you have the wrong guy. That person was probably my brother. Hang on... Otouto!" Itachi yelled from the door, earning himself howling and barking from neighbors' dogs as a reply, but he didn't really care.

This man seemed so familiar.

Too familiar.

Great, this fucker just had to scream that childish nickname for all of the neighbors to hear.

I turned off the stove and moved towards the door as shirtless as I was, because it was too hot in the kitchen.

Was it a mailman? At this time on Saturday?

Probably n-...

I stopped dead in tracks at the sight that greeted me.

Was this a dream?

Was somebody joking with me?

Because it wasn't funny.

Not at all.

On my doorstep, clad in a casual, loose gray sweatpants and a plain white shirt, hair as disheveled as always, but now slightly damp, looking absolutely fuckable, was none other than...

"Naruto."

Oh yeah, say his name like you didn't moan it mentally this morning when you jerked off at the thought of him.

"Sasuke?!"

Till next time :)