"Sasuke, my office in five minutes." Kakashi appeared out of thin air behind me with a command spoken in an overly cheerful voice.

Well, he came out of the elevator, but it was sudden, fucking hell. The fuck he wanted anyway?

As if I needed Kakashi first thing in the morning with his pervert jokes and awfully sweet mood.

Yuck.

I was in pain, damn it.

My knee hurt like a bitch. And no, it wasn't because I was kneeling and sucking off Naruto all Sunday, the fact that it crossed my mind made me shiver in unexplainable pleasure. It was because I fell and hit the damn knee.

Yes.

I was alone on Sunday, because Itachi disappeared first thing in the morning, so logically I decided to tidy up a bit and wipe the top shelves in the kitchen.

Now, I had a maid, because I simply hated house chores, like vacuum cleaning and dust wiping, no biggie, but I could bet she didn't wipe that clean because I literally saw the dusty trail there. Anyway, that fugly bitch didn't warn me that she broke the ladders.

From there on, it's obvious what happened.

I climbed.

They fell apart.

I fell.

I hurt my knee which fucking hurt so much I couldn't even drive and I had to come by bus. And if you wonder why not a cab, it's because the shitty city I lived in, known as Konoha, didn't have an available cab even though I called several numbers of different cab services.

It was simple, when it was raining, like today, all cabs were perma booked, so you either had to drive yourself or use the bus.

That bastard of my brother didn't come home on Sunday night, so I assumed he had something important to do with his boyfriend. I just hoped Dei whooped his ass pretty damn well, because the fucker disappeared right when I actually needed him.

So, the displeasure of spending my morning in Kakashi's office was even less likeable than it looked.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Naruto, he wasn't looking in my direction. His gaze wasn't focused on anything in particular, but he looked like he was deep in thoughts.

Sakura, who was joined by Karin, walked up to the blond and squished him into a tight hug, that Naruto didn't return at first. It looked like they snapped him out of his daydreaming and he finally pulled on his business smile, which in his case was a shit eating grin, before he eagerly returned the hug.

The same was repeated with Karin.

I didn't know which one of the two I hated more.

Strangely, Naruto wasn't either of the two in question.

I felt the same surge of jealousy as when I noticed my brother holding Naruto's hand longer than necessary. Except, that fucker knew how possessive I was, he could read me way too well, and I wasn't surprised that he did it on purpose just to see my reaction.

These two... Oh they were clueless about how I wanted to smash both of their heads in each other and crack their skulls so they would take off that love-sick look of their faces and stop ogling the blond.

Ok.

What the fuck?

Happy thoughts, Sasuke. Happy. Fucking. Thoughts.

Naruto was so... desirable.

Ignoring the awfully aggressive thoughts that plagued my brain so early in the morning I staggered to my office, earning some curious looks my way.

Naruto's PoV

Kakashi called me this morning to inform me he wanted to talk to me, I wondered what it was about, but I knew it wasn't something bad, his tone sounded rather eager than scolding.

It wasn't what concerned me, anyway.

Ever since I got back home from Sasuke's apartment, I couldn't stop thinking about him. It was hard enough he occupied my mind most of the time until then, but ever since, he was all I could think about. Literally.

Mom knowingly smiled when I came into the apartment, and started asking questions that were way too explicit to come from a parent.

I mean, she asked me if I topped Sasuke... so I had to spend a lot of time reassuring her that we didn't do anything except eat food... and not each other's cock.

Even dad looked like he wasn't buying my truth, and eventually they started asking random questions about Sasuke and me, while Iruka peacefully dozed off on my couch. I had no choice but to tell them exactly what happened, since I was pretty sure they would break Sasuke's door just to find out if we fucked.

And god forbid Sasuke finding out I wanted to do things to him.

I was always open with my parents about everything, including my sexuality, they just never were this interested in that aspect of my life. The moment I told them about meeting Sasuke in person after that clusterfuck in Sad Fact, they became suspiciously interested.

Maybe it was because I told them he was incredibly beautiful, talented and I enjoyed teasing him...

I should've kept my mouth shut.

Well, anyway, this whole thing was bothering me, a lot.

"Fuck." I allowed myself to curse silently, as I stood in front of Kakashi's office.

"Talking to yourself?"

What I didn't expect was to hear that voice right behind me.

Too close...

My stomach started tingling in an unexpected way, that seemed like excitement, and I felt my hands slightly shake so I tucked them in my pockets.

It was safer that way.

"Hey... Sasuke." I saluted him, still not turning to face him.

His body pleasantly emitted heat on my back from the proximity and I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling the other parts of my body reacting to his presence.

I absolutely wasn't referring to my dick, it's just that my heart started beating rapidly and I didn't trust my words anymore.

"Are you planning on opening the door? I can barely stand."

He muttered that, as if annoyed, and I felt how his hand went past my side and reached for the doorknob, at the same time I put my hand on it.

Caught by surprise, I turned slightly to the side.

Bad idea.

So fucking bad idea.

His face was mere inches from mine, and even though he wasn't facing me, his pale cheek and masculine shaped jaw were exposed to my eyes to feast on them.

Sasuke had long eyelashes, I noticed. And he barely had any beard. His face was so boyish and looked young.

So breathtakingly beautiful.

Sasuke was surprised when he caught my hand in his, on the doorknob. I heard how his breath hitched, but I couldn't figure out if he was annoyed, or something else...

Yeah, I just wished it was something else. Sasuke probably thought I was the most idiotic person he ever had the displeasure to meet.

He was calm. Much calmer than me and my distracting thoughts of him...

I decided to stop daydreaming and pushed the door open, as Sasuke moved his soft palm from the top of my hand.

I kinda missed the tenderness of his skin.

"Ah, my star boys are here! Come in, gentlemen!" Kakashi cheerfully shouted the moment he noticed us on the doorway.

Sasuke came from behind me and headed for a chair. He was walking slowly, it seemed weird, but I knew better than to intrude, especially in front of Kakashi. Even if Kakashi wasn't there, chances were he would dismiss me casually.

"Why the hell am I here so early in the morning? Why is he here at all? And for fuck's sake Kakashi, can you lower the volume of your voice?"

Oh, Sasuke was pissy, alright... I knew people respected him almost as much as they feared him, but I didn't know he was that pushy even while he spoke to one of the superiors.

"It's so good to see you're the same as ever, baby Uchiha." Kakashi said, a mocking smile took place on his face.

I could see both of them from the position I was standing at, leaning against the wall of his office, far from his desk. While Kakashi had an amused smile, Sasuke's mortified look was speaking bloody murder.

"Baby Uchiha?" I couldn't help but inquire about the interesting nickname, knowing it was the reason Sasuke looked like he was gonna start screaming every second now.

"Mhm, Sasuke is the baby Uchiha, because he's the youngest one in the family." Kakashi explained as he still kept eyes on Sasuke.

"I don't have time for your bullshit. Speak, or I'm leaving."

Sasuke's voice wasn't loud, but the demanding tone he used made me look at him in surprise. Still, I remained silent.

"Why are you so grumpy anyway? I noticed you're barely walking, what happened?" Kakashi inquired, earning himself Sasuke's famous deathglare.

To everyone else, Sasuke's thoughts were a mystery. But... this guy was actually so expressive - it was thrilling just watching his face. I could read almost every emotion on it, that he didn't voice.

"None of your fucking business."

A glare. Irritation.

"Fine, then I'll get to the point." Kakashi said rummaging through some files on his desk.

Sigh. Relief.

Wait, wait...

Why did I bother reading Sasuke's face? The fact I did it was completely strange, yet it made me so eager to know more about him, to see more of him...

Fucking hell...

"Both of you did a wonderful job last week, it was why I asked you to come. Naruto, congratulations. Your show is something that people desperately need. And, congrats to you too Sasuke, since it wouldn't be possible without having Naruto within your own show. You'll both get a bonus for the previous week. That's all. Bye now!" Kakashi said with a mysteriously suspicious smile.

He almost smiled like my mom and it made me shiver, in a completely bad way. I swear I imagined him with horns too, except they looked weird on his silver hair.

Anyway, I was grateful for Kakashi's quick speech and I almost instantly turned to leave the office after he dismissed us so graciously, when I noticed Sasuke was struggling to get up from his chair.

His face was twisted in an oddly strange expression of pain, which I instantly didn't like seeing. Instinctively, I crossed the small distance between us and offered him my hand to get up.

I noticed Kakashi eyeing us curiously but my attention reverted to Sasuke as he clutched my biceps and slowly got up.

Something was definitely wrong, he wasn't even trying to bicker with me or refuse the help. I would have thought it was a consequence of our sort of friendly conversation on Saturday, or maybe the fact that we were neighbors made him less of a bastard towards me... but the reality was that Sasuke clearly needed help, so I got rid of useless thoughts and focused on him.

"You should go home, Sasuke. I believe Sakura can replace you for the day." Kakashi spoke seriously for the first time since I heard him this morning.

"Fuck no. I'm not letting that clutz run my show. Gah!" Sasuke protested, but as soon as he tried to make a move and walk out, he let out a silent cry of pain.

"Kakashi is right. You should get some rest today."

The glare Sasuke gave me was terrifying, but I wouldn't let his stubbornness be the reason he's in constant pain.

"No."

"Yes."

I looked him in the eyes. Our faces were so close that I could feel his breath gently hitting my face. His eyes held a dose of panic in them, but I had no idea why.

"I said no. Damn it."

He was so stubborn...

"Either you go home, or I stick to you like a glue for the whole day." I taunted him, hoping he would give in.

"I said no, idiot. I'm fine, it's just a mild knee injury."

Damn, why did he have to be so stubborn? Couldn't he see that I was worried?

I couldn't explain why I felt concerned over Sasuke, well I could, but that would lead to me having feelings which I certainly did not. It's just... seeing him helpless like that wasn't something I felt comfortable with. And I was going to help him, no matter what.

"I don't give a fuck about what you said. You need help, I'll help. Now stop pissing me off so early in the morning and let's get you home."

Sasuke didn't expect the harsh reply I gave him, but neither did I.

Figuring he won't give in easily, I had to do something that won't leave him any room for arguing.

The rain was pouring heavily when Sasuke and I got into the garage.

"Where is your car?" I glanced at his parking lot and instantly asked the question when I noticed his car was gone.

"Home, you moron. Do you really think I could drive with my hurt knee?" Sasuke snapped at me and I turned to him feeling slightly snappy myself for various reasons.

Most of the reasons, if not all, were Sasuke-related.

"You're the moron who came to work with such an injury instead of taking the day off, or several days!"

I was in his personal space, and this started to look a lot like an incoming wrestling match, except Sasuke was in no condition to fight.

His breath dusted over my lips and I felt a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. This proximity was dangerous...

Unconsciously, I liked my lips and noticed how his unreadable onyx eyes darted downwards, toward my slightly moisturized lips.

Shit.

Snap out of it Naruto, fucking get a hold of yourself.

It was hard to breathe, hard to move, hard to talk...

Hell, I thought I was hard at this point.

"I... uhh... I'll take you home." I offered.

"I don't want to go home, Naruto. I got shit to do at work."

The sound of Sasuke's voice was drowned by the heavy droplets of rain, however, I heard him loud and clear. He sounded defeated and slightly tired, even though there was so much stubbornness in his eyes.

"We're not arguing on this. I'm taking you home, your opinion on this is dismissed, Sasuke." I caught his chin carefully, raising his head to stare straight into his eyes. I knew he would give in eventually.

The pitch black eyes that greeted me were filled with surprise, perhaps at my boldness, perhaps proximity, or the loud tone I used, I honestly didn't know and I didn't want to think about it. Sasuke was hurt. As much as I wanted to kiss him senseless right there in the middle of an empty parking lot, under this heavy rain, I couldn't focus on anything but his pain and making him feel better.

Right, but that didn't stop me from wishing to kiss him... I was fucked up, I swear.

"Some of us actually have work to do, that's why we come to work."

His glare was intimidating, true, but I averted my eyes right on time - it doesn't affect you if you don't look at him. Pro tips by Naruto.

I allowed the lame attempt of an insult to slide this one time, he was fucked up enough as it was.

Taking hold of his wrist, I tugged slightly, making him follow me while any kind of protest died on his lips.

"I don't need you to drive me home."

Oh, well, not any kind of protest. I guess Sasuke had a problem with me being the one to take him home.

"I didn't ask for your permission or your wishes. You're too stubborn to call in sick, fucking bastard." I growled at him as the engine hummed to life.

"Whatever. I don't need your help."

So. Fucking. Stubborn.

He was fucking worse than my mother, and my mother held a record at stubbornness.

"Ok."

I replied, deciding it was better for the both of us if I didn't take the bait and continued arguing.

The ride to our apartment building was beyond awkward. I couldn't look at Sasuke because of everything that was going on in my head.

And Sasuke...

The bastard was glaring at me all the damn time. I knew he was able to see the slight blush on my cheeks and I knew he wanted to comment on it.

I was really grateful that he didn't.

"I can climb upstairs on my own."

My eye twitched in irritation as I turned to Sasuke after parking the car.

"Listen, Uchiha, stop being a whiny kid. I said I'll take you home and I'll do it. Can you walk or should I carry you?" I asked in all seriousness and certainly didn't expect to see Sasuke's face flush in the most adorable way.

"Don't even think about it!" He raised his voice, but it was more to hide his embarrassment than to yell at me in annoyance, I could tell.

Chuckling lightly, I pushed the door open then moved to the passenger's side and helped Sasuke out. We made our way slowly to the elevator and I pushed the button as Sasuke leaned on the wall, his brows furrowed and a tiny bead of sweat marred his forehead.

"Just lean on me, it won't kill you." I spoke as the elevator doors opened.

Why was he being so stubborn? Did he not want me touching him, what was the problem with it anyway? I just wanted to help...

"Forget about it."

That... prick!

I picked him up gently, carefully planting my hands under his knees so that his injured one doesn't hit my body. He wasn't heavy, or maybe I couldn't think about his weight as I focused on the feeling his body's proximity invoked in me.

Strangely enough, he was silent. Thank fuck.

I didn't dare look at his face, thinking that he was seriously mad considering the awkward silence that enveloped us.

My gaze was focused on the red numbers on display, as I counted each to our floor.

I couldn't explain why I was madly blushing, this wasn't strange or anything. I mean, I was just being a nice neighbor and helping out, right? Everyone would do the same thing, so nothing awkward about it...

Except this was Sasuke Uchiha in my hands, and I wasn't some random neighbor but a guy he probably couldn't stand. Which is why our situation, sadly, was awkward.

I didn't even notice walking out of the elevator and towards Sasuske's place, it was his voice that snapped me out from daydreaming.

"Are you just gonna stand there like a moron, or do you plan to release me?" Sasuke's voice shook me up from my thoughts and I carefully let him stand on his feet.

"Sorry." I muttered, feeling strange. For some reason I felt like I was intruding on him all of a sudden.

"What?" He replied, unlocking the door and stepping aside as he opened them.

"What?" I mimicked, trying to sound much more confident than I felt at the moment.

Our gazes met and Sasuke indicated he wanted me to come in by a head motion.

I nodded slightly, stepping inside.

Sasuke's POV

Well, what else was I supposed to do than invite him in?

The moron literally brought me home, I would've kicked him for such humiliation if my knee didn't hurt so damn much. Just imagine if any of the neighbors saw me...

Wait, huh?

Not that I gave a fuck about that, I was clearly searching for an excuse to yell at Naruto for making me feel uncomfortable. As in, blushing like a schoolgirl uncomfortable kind of thing.

"Well, let's get you to bed, and uhm, I can call your brother."

Nuh-fucking-uh you're calling that devil!

I mentally groaned at the thought of Itachi seeing me being - well babysitted... in a way.

"It's fine. He'll call when he can, I'm gonna be - FUCKING OUCH - fiiineee..."

Right, because nothing screams 'everything is okay' as the injured man hitting his injured leg on a stool, because he was too blind to pay attention to his surroundings.

I blamed Naruto for that, he distracted me! God...

"Yeah, you totally seem fine."

I heard the sarcastic reply and I laughed openly, a rare sight - I know.

Naruto watched me the whole time. I noticed how his eyes sparkled when he started laughing as well, upon seeing me laugh.

"Just... don't call Itachi. I'll text him."

Ain't no way he's gonna be allowed close to you - was what I actually wanted to say, but I would seem like a psycho, really.

"Okay. I'll order us some food, since I'll stay with you for some time, just to make sure you don't actually break the whole leg by hitting stuff around you."

I could hear the idiot smiling as he said the last part.

This wasn't too bad - a day off on Monday, and Naruto in my apartment, alone.

God, I sounded like a freak.

This was gonna be an interesting day...