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Disclaimer: same as previous. The missing chapter... yes... many apologies to the confusion... Hopefully this will clear things up and satisfy everyone's curiosity. For some reason I don't really like this chapter... maybe because this sort of scene had been overdone... maybe... ah well... enough of my blabbing... Oh and... I'm very sorry to say to all those reading this at FF.net... the full version of this chapter is at Mediaminer.org. Just to be sure I'm not going to get kicked out of here... go to my profile and look for the link there. Sorry for the inconvenience. Spoonage Sasuke stared balefully up at the ceiling, trying to block out the events of that afternoon. But it seemed no matter how many times he turned from side to side, the memory of flawless skin and taut stomach would always haunt him. He gritted his teeth. Stupid, enticing - enticing? Did he just think Naruto was enticing? No... couldn't have. The moronic idiot would never be enticing, or alluring, or tempting. Even with his sun-kissed complexion, and tauntingly full and pouty lips, and ... No! The idiot wasn't at all seductive! An indistinct image of a snickering Kakashi appeared. Sasuke redoubled his efforts at making himself fall asleep. Kakashi's form wavered and was instantly replaced with Itachi (his brother liked to hover when he was dangling precariously on the last shreds of consciousness). He flinched before he could stop the instinctive reaction and mentally berated himself. You've seen him like this before! his mind yelled; why the hell are you flinching like a girl?! Grinding his teeth harder together, he welcomed the distraction with open arms. Not even Naruto with his shapely legs could possibly go up against this, he thought. It seemed to work, until Itachi's long hair shortened, and yellow bled into jet black. The Sharingan gave way to brilliant blue, whisker-like scars appeared on Itachi's cheeks, and the corners of his brother's unsmiling mouth lifted into an uncharacteristically large grin. Sasuke's brow furrowed in confusion, but he never had time to dwell on it. The feeling of being watched shook him violently away from his thoughts, and he immediately stilled his body and cast out his senses. His hand inched ever closer to the hidden kunai as he peered through slitted eyes. A darker shade of black glided past one of the shelves. Seconds ticked by with excruciating slowness. Just when he thought nothing was going to happen, a hand clamped down firmly on his shoulder, and the tip of his kunai was pressed dangerously close to his attacker's throat. Blue eyes blinked. "No wonder you don't get any visitors," Naruto breathed, the sharp tip of the weapon a tad too close to his jugular for his comfort. "Do you always try to kill your guests?" he asked, backing away slowly. "Or am I just special?" Naruto's famous teeth-baring grin emerged. Sasuke withdrew the kunai, and placed it on the night-stand. "Don't flatter yourself, moron." "Stop calling me moron." There was an indignant huff followed by a thump as Naruto unceremoniously dropped his pack. The side of the bed sank under Naruto's weight. "And here I was making a special effort to visit you first." Sasuke lifted a brow. Naruto never made an effort in anything unless said blonde wanted something. "What do you want?" "What? Can't a guy visit his friend without being hassled?" Naruto asked incredulously. "Not when you wake me up at," Sasuke glanced at his digital clock, "One in the morning." "That's hardly fair, Sasuke," Naruto whined. "You weren't even asleep." "Naruto," he growled. "All right, all right. Don't get your panties - er - boxers?" Naruto paused in thought, "Briefs? Eh... whatever the hell you wear in a bunch!" Sasuke tried to kick the blonde, but only managing a sharp prod as the blankets restricted his movement. "Can I stay the night?" "No." Sasuke automatically replied. Normally, Sasuke would have grunted nonchalantly and left the blonde to his own devices - this usually ended with him stepping on a nondescript lump in the morning on his way to the bathroom, but this wasn't normal. Well he wasn't at any rate. "But Sas - " "No." "B - " "No! You have your own apartment." "Yeah, but I don't have my keys." "You never lock your door, stupid. Why the hell would you need keys?" "Hey!" Naruto protested in indignation. "I do so lock my door!" "Oh yeah? Since when?" "Since - since - " There was a frustrated growl and a petulant scowl. "Fine! But seeing I'm away for months at a time - " Sasuke quickly cut the blonde off, not wanting a foot-long explanation. "Why don't you have your keys?" "Because I left them with Iruka-sensei," Naruto bit out, annoyed at being interrupted. "And I didn't want to wake him." "And it was okay to wake me instead?" Sasuke asked, eyebrows twitching. "Why, aren't you happy to see me?" Naruto's honeyed coo didn't quite match his flashing stare. "And besides, Iruka-sensei has to teach in the next morning," the blonde added in, voice still dripping with sweetness. "How considerate of you," Sasuke growled low in his throat. Then he cocked his head to the side. Why would it be late for Naruto to go to Iruka's when they were back in the village before sundown? Surely Tsunade-sama wouldn't have kept them for that long. "Exactly what time did you get back?" There was a pause, and Naruto's brows crinkled in thought. "Well... it was dark when we headed for Tsunade-baba's." "Why didn't you stay with Jiraiya?" "The stupid pervert had guests to entertain." Naruto wrinkled his nose in distaste. "And he was the one that suggested I stay with you." "I... see..." The toad-senin was definitely planning something; Sasuke hoped he'd be coming out of whatever it was alive. "Kakashi then?" "I was going to," Naruto admitted. "I started to head in what I thought was the general direction of his house when I remembered I didn't know where he lived." Sasuke shook his head. "Moron." "Can't blame me," Naruto said with a tired shrug, turning to look at Sasuke. "I haven't been to his house before." Sasuke scowled. Naruto was a bloody ninja! Couldn't he just break into his own apartment?! Slow, almost awkward movements drew his attention away from his thoughts. Naruto had yanked off his outer cloak and discarded it atop his bag before Sasuke could protest. "You're not staying!" Sasuke's throat constricted when Naruto's T-shirt joined the growing pile. What the hell was the he doing?! "Too bad," Naruto mumbled. "It's only," his sentence was interrupted by a jaw-popping yawn, "For one night. Ain't like I'll be staying here forever or something." Just when Sasuke thought Naruto had finished stripping, the blonde's black slacks fluttered to the ground. "What are you doing?" Sasuke croaked, his face growing uncomfortably hot. "What does it look like?" Grunting in annoyance, Naruto knelt and started to rummage through his pack. Sasuke heard nothing but the absent ring in his ears. It was as if the devil had stopped time and decided to wave an almost nude Naruto in front of his face. If he slipped out of the blankets, crawled the short distance to the end of his bed, and stretched out his hand... "Found it!" Sasuke visibly jumped. He found himself leaning forward on his hands, the blanket pooling around his waist. Disturbed by how easily his body followed his mind's goading, he quickly scooted under the blanket and cursed himself. Naruto eventually emerged with a bat-like creature attached to his head. Sasuke blinked. "You still have that stupid thing." "What are you calling stupid?" Naruto asked in mock outrage, while standing triumphantly at the foot of the bed in nothing but his boxers and a grotesque nightcap sinking its teeth into his scalp. If it had been on someone else's head, it would've looked ridiculous, bordering on freakish. But somehow, it looked almost sexy on the blonde. Sasuke buried himself deeper under the mound of covers, and suppressed a mournful groan. He did not just think that... But then, it was very hard not to think along those lines. A slither of moonlight was casting shadows at just the right places, making Naruto's slender and toned physique painfully obvious. "It'll be a sought after item when I become hokage!" Sasuke tore his eyes away (the large expanse of exposed flesh forever scorched into his retina) and managed a weak, half-hearted snort. He had to get rid of Naruto now! Or he would never be able to boot out the tempting (yes, he had finally admitted defeat) amount of eye candy. Opening his mouth, he was about to tell Konoha's ex-number one loudest, hyperactive ninja (Konohamaru had taken up the position) to get the hell out, when the other side of the blanket lifted. There was a contented sigh and Naruto was lying in his personal space. What was left of Sasuke's weakening resolve melted, and all the Uchiha could do was scoot far, far away and wrap his arms firmly around his chest; in case his hands decided to do some exploring of their own. "God..." Goose bumps broke out across Sasuke's heated skin as Naruto's quiet purr ran unbidden down his spine, and the lower regions of his body tightened and twisted painfully. He bit back a groan. "I miss sleeping in beds." The blonde had his arms folded beneath his head, eyes blissfully closed, soaking in every bit of comfort. Sasuke scowled. Damn him! Here he was beating his rabid imagination and libido down with a stick, and the oblivious lump looked as if nothing could be better in the world. He swiftly kneed Naruto's side (well, he hoped it was... oh dear lord let it be Naruto's side). "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Naruto howled and batted at Sasuke's face, managing to poke an eye. Clutching at his face in pain, Sasuke issued another kick. "Get the hell out of my bed!" "Stop being such a selfish bastard!" Wrapping the sheets more firmly around himself, the corner of Naruto's lips lifted into a sly grin. "You should be honoured to have me half nude in your bed!" Something snapped, and Sasuke saw red. Naruto didn't smile much longer because Sasuke's fist had connected with his face in mere seconds. "You bastard!" Naruto roared, lip already starting to swell. Feeling sufficiently better, Sasuke twisted back around and settled into a comfortable position. "If you get blood on my sheets I'll aim for something that would hurt far worse than your face." --- Harsh pants turned into needy moans, and the hands threaded in his hair pulled painfully. The body he held propped against the tiled wall shuddered and bucked within his grasp as he swallowed around his lover. His tongue resumed its maddeningly slow caress, turning mewls into helpless whimpers; the sounds sent pleasing jolts down his spine. Tightening his hold on slim hips, he scraped his teeth lightly over hardened flesh and was rewarded by another buck of hips. His lover's breath hitched when his tongue stroked a pulsing vein, and mewled. "Sas - ugh - uke," a breathy whine sounded from somewhere above his head. "Please..." He playfully flicked his tongue over the tip and the 'please' ended in a hiss of pleasure. Another swirl of tongue brought on a string of curses. "Stop being - " A hard suck. "Ah - a fucking - " A scrape of teeth. "Un - tease..." The husky voice wheezed out. Ignoring the breathy whimper, he swallowed again and started to hum. 'Sunshine lolly pops and, rainbows and something something...' he sang in his head, all the while cackling in glee. "Bastard!" --- Dark eyes snapped open in alarm, frantically searching for the remnants of the already fading dream. Sasuke swallowed the panic and forced his mind to work. There was no point for him to start screaming like a headless chicken. His brows knitted. Headless chickens can't scream, his mind whispered in a daze. He quickly brushed the nonsensical thoughts aside, and shoved his brain back into gear. As long as he wasn't nude and crouching in front of an equally naked Naruto in the shower then all was right in the world. Quickly, he scanned his surroundings. Definitely not in the bathroom... Still in his drawstring pants... No sign of a stark naked moron... and the black lump squashing the life out of his arm was just a sleeping Naruto spooned up against him.... Sighing in relief, he was about to settle back down when his mind did a double take. Naruto... In... His... Arms... Spooned?! What the hell? He jerked back, and he greatly regretted it. Naruto stirred, groaned, and scooted back further into confines of his arms. Things just went rolling downhill from there. Every nerve-ending underneath his skin simultaneously decided to play 'Guess which part of Naruto's body you're touching!'. Sasuke gulped. He could just see the smug and knowing looks on Jiraiya's and Kakashi's face if they saw this, and he could imagine what Naruto was going to do to him if he woke this instant. He was going to miss his eardrums dearly... He was just about to work out how to extract his arm from under Naruto's dead weight when the sheets rustled. His breath hitched. The toe-curling, spine-arching, skin-tingling wave of sensations rolled him over, leaving him panting and shivering in its wake. What the fuck? It came again, and Sasuke gritted his teeth and clung desperately to Naruto's waist and buried his face into the blonde's nape as he rode out the waves of pleasure. The heady scent of musk and sweat wafted up his nose making it that much harder to stay sane. Stop... moving... His hold tightened, causing Naruto to struggle harder, dragging cotton against his hardened flesh. Not caring, Sasuke jerked his arm free, and kicked Naruto away. It didn't matter that the blonde was going to fall off the bed, and it certainly didn't make an impression when Naruto's head connected with the corner of the night-stand with a sickening thwack. All that mattered was getting to the bathroom fast! --- One minute he was dreaming about a lifetime's supply of miso ramen, the next, he was being strangled by bloodthirsty udon noodles; and finally, he found himself on the floor, his skull screaming bloody murder. So he had chosen ramen over udon, it didn't have to get all nasty and vicious and try to snap him in half. He just preferred ramen. End of story. But that didn't matter. What mattered was why he was on the frigid floor in nothing but his boxers sporting a dent in his head. Naruto growled and squinted through the pain. "Damn it!" He cursed, pulling himself up with the help of the night-stand. "Sasuke better have a good reason for kicking me out of the bed," he muttered darkly. Once he was relatively sure he could stand without support, he stared at the bed and blinked. Where the hell was that stuck up, good for nothing Uchiha?! Gritting his teeth against the piercing jabs in his head, he staggered out of the room. He was going to beat the bastard's head in. "Let's see how he likes it," he murmured savagely, cracking his knuckles. The sound of the shower reached his ears, and he was instantly in front of the bathroom, pounding the daylights out of the door. He didn't just get kicked out of a bed because the bastard couldn't live without bathing! "Sasuke, you bloody asshole!" Naruto screeched, each word accentuated with a kick and a punch on the door. "You kicked me out of the bed because you needed a shower?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He paused in his barrage of kicking, punching, and yelling, and strained his ears to hear if the arrogant jerk had anything to say in his defence. The spray of the showerhead was his only reply. Gnashing his teeth together, he violently yanked his nightcap off, threw it back into the bedroom, and began another brutal attack on the door. "Don't you dare ignore me, you arrogant bastard! I am going to kick your ass when you come out! You hear me?!" And the litany continued for a good five minutes, until something unexpected caught Naruto's attention. All the commotion ceased, and he found himself pressing the side of his face against the abused piece of wood. He could've sworn he just heard moaning. Scrunching his face up in utter concentration, Naruto pressed himself closer. And then he heard it again, the almost imperceptible moan. Why would Sasuke be moaning? Was he hurt? Did the high and mighty Uchiha slip on a bar of soap and crack his head open? Naruto snickered. Sure... and Kakashi and Jiraiya aren't really perverts, his mind remarked, just a couple of scholars brushing up on the finer points of the female anatomy. His eyes widened. Realisation pummelled his still aching head. Sasuke was... Naruto's infamous grin appeared in all its glory. Oh this was too good... Anger forgotten, Naruto waited, face still against wood. He had to be sure. He wasn't about to risk blabbering about something like this to find out later he had heard wrong. Uzumaki Naruto was going to get his revenge, and no one, not some random bowl of udon and definitely not Uchiha Sasuke, was going to stop him. He threw back his head and cackled. Another moan erupted, followed by a groan. His grin widened. Stepping over the small pile of splinters, Naruto went to get ready for a new day, all the while mulling over ways in which to use this new information to his full advantage. --- A half hour later, both boys met up in the kitchen, Naruto grinning like a maniac, and Sasuke wearing his usual nonchalant mask. It was only when they both started heading out that Sasuke noticed the glint in Naruto's eyes. "What are you grinning about, moron?" Sasuke drawled, grabbing his keys as he opened the front door. "Oh nothing," Naruto replied in a sing-song voice, rocking on the balls of his feet. "Just discovered something very interesting." Sasuke stood halfway out the door, and eyed Naruto. "Whatever," he murmured, "Just try not to split your face in half with that grin of yours." He was disturbed when Naruto didn't yell in rage and call him bastard and the like. What was Naruto up to? The front door closed with a sure click, and they had barely moved three steps when Naruto broke the silence. "So Sasuke, was she blonde? Or did she have pink hair? You weren't thinking of Sakura-chan were you?!"
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