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Part Ten

Naruto came back around five in the afternoon.

Until then, Sasuke had gotten a shower, about five hours of
sleep, some stale crackers and a quite a bit of time brooding over one of half a
million martial arts books that were all over the house.� His hands were not hurting him � or at least,
not more than his left shoulder was.�
Maybe, if he got really, really bored, he�d ask Naruto for that tip
about hitting people. Despite the weird mood from that morning, it was more
than obvious Naruto knew what he was talking about.

In the smaller room, the one buried in junk, there was a
chest full of trophies and medals. Most of it was won by Naruto�s mother, but
quite a few of them were Naruto�s. Between them and him throwing around fully
trained cops at fourteen, Naruto had apparently been his mother�s best student.

In order to avoid thinking about his own, more pressing
problems � like what to throw at Itachi next time he saw him and about his stomach
roaring with hunger, Sasuke was
thinking about Naruto a lot. Which was not odd, he was in Naruto�s house. Surrounded by Naruto�s things. Wearing
Naruto�s clothes - including his underwear, which was kind of a turn on.

That line of thought was leading only to one direction �
back to the bathroom. Therefore, it wasn�t all that weird that Sasuke couldn�t
tell if he was happy or annoyed when the front door opened suddenly.

Naruto didn�t look happy to see him, in any case. He did, however, look relived. And his hair was
dump and much darker than usual because of it. It was either snowing or raining
outside, or both.

�Hey! You hungry?� Naruto asked.

Just about ready to start nibbling on the cushions. �Yes.�

�Well, that�s good. I have lunch.� Naruto said, lifting one
of two large plastic begs in his hands. �And things Itachi went home to get for
you � clothes and - I don�t really know, I wasn�t looking - and this.�

This was salve for
burns Naruto took out of his pocket, but more pressing things came home
running. �Itachi went home for my things?�
�
�I guess.� Naruto shrugged. �He might have paid someone to
break in and meet him on a corner as far as I know, but he said he�s going to
go and get some things you might need just before he left me with fifty kids
fighting over a ball.�

That didn�t really distract Sasuke from the fact that his
brother most likely had returned home twice in the last month because of him,
but Naruto obviously didn�t know anything else so, getting up from the couch,
Sasuke instead asked, �He left you alone with them?�

�Well, no, Kurenai was there.� Naruto made a face. �In high heels. They are all going to die once I get out of
there � or maybe they will hire someone to run around and catch little kids
like tennis balls.�

Nothing really to say about that, so��My
lunch?�

Naruto peeked in both begs before choosing one to take with
him toward the kitchen. �My
lunch, too. I was in a hurry � there is nothing better to starve you
than football in the back yard.�

Sasuke�s stomach protested against that unjust theory.
Sleeping and holding a book had starved him plenty.

�So who won?�

Naruto grinned over the plates he was setting on the table.
�I did, of course.�

�Isn�t it unfair for you to play if you are the oldest
there?�

�Not when there are fifty of them against me alone. And
fifteen-year olds are much bulkier now than they were in our time, you know.�
When Naruto pushed the plate to him, Sasuke barely took a moment to see what it
was before grabbing the fork. He didn�t miss a slightly sulky look Naruto gave
him. �And you made it sound bad. I have
to be there � and I have the right to be there while I�m in school, anyway.�

Sasuke didn�t say anything. He poked a sore spot, but he
didn�t want to ask about it � if he couldn�t think of anything Naruto would be
touchy about, it meant that it was in Naruto�s head. Besides, you don�t talk
with your mouth full.

Naruto, of course, was unfamiliar with that rule. �What were
you doing all day?�

�Mostly sleeping.�

Naruto stopped eating to look expectantly at him. ��And?�

�Reading.�

Naruto hummed. �Were you jerking off in my bathroom?�

When the first instinct � to choke on the aftertaste of the
food � had passed, Sasuke focused on Naruto, whose eyes were sparkling with
mischief and challenge across the table. He frowned in mock remembrance.

�Twice.� Naruto widened his eyes
and let out a strangled sound. �I told
you I was mostly sleeping.�

Every word was true and also the implication that it would be
more than twice if he wasn�t so tired. Naruto was the first one to take his
fork again.

�And reading, yeah.�

The rest of the lunch passed in a kind of silence that felt
like someone � namely Naruto � was going to burst into laughter any moment.
Feeling oddly light, Sasuke said when Naruto was taking his plate to the sink.

�My shoulder hurts.�

�Yeah, you�re holding it oddly.� Naruto answered through the
clatter. �If it�s any consolation, Sai�s still worse off � which I told your
brother, in a probably futile attempt to prevent him from committing a murder.�

�What am I doing wrong?�

The clatter of the dishes stopped. �You�re kidding, right?
Not that it�s much of a joke.�

Alright, that was an odd response. Naruto was staring back
at him like trying to force a seven-year-old to admit he stole a candy.

�I�m not kidding. Asking is the quickest and the most
efficient way to gain or complete knowledge. And you seem fairly competent,
judging by all the gold medals and other junk.�

�That�s not what I � and it was long time ago!� Naruto said,
slightly frustrated and glaring.

�So you forgot.�

�I didn�t � you can�t forget
it.� Naruto snapped. �It�s just� It�s not a history lesson,
I�d have to show you.�

Ah. They�d have to touch, maybe or at least pay close
attention to each other.

�And what was Naruto�s problem with that?

�So?�

He kept his face flat, and Naruto glared harder. �So� Oh, whatever, you�ll see for
yourself, just let me wash these first.�

After the dishes, Naruto put the food away, wiped the sink
and the table, and when he started on the counter, it was clear he was
procrastinating. Predictably, that upgraded the situation from potentially
useful to potentially fun. Sasuke grabbed his wrist none too gently and pulled
him out the kitchen, ignoring the slightly sulky, �This is not your brightest
moment, I�m telling you.��

It probably wasn�t, because Sasuke was very aware of
Naruto�s warm skin under his palm, but he decided he didn�t care. It was much
too late to care about it, anyway. And Naruto shouldn�t be so shy after popping
out jerking off questions out of nowhere.

Naruto effortlessly released his wrist despite the rather
forceful grip. It was actually kind of mesmerizing to watch, the way he just
sort of twisted his hand a little and Sasuke had to let go. It was not a matter
of choice, or even pain. His fingers simply opened.

Naruto caught his fascination and smirked.� He kicked the coffee table flat against the
couch, in a fluid motion that made it clear it was something Naruto had done
hundreds of times before. The scarcely furnished living room opened
immediately, leaving the entire middle area empty.

�Okay.� Naruto drawled. �The thing about martial art is, it�s all about anatomy.�

Coming from Naruto, that sounded oddly� logical. Sasuke
lowered himself on the floor after him without waiting for instructions. It
wasn�t cold, because the carpet was thick. Naruto glanced around them and,
after failing to find what he was looking for, took a chain with a small
pendulant off his neck.

�Basically, once you figure out how a body works, it is easy
to use it to your advantage.� He closed his hand around the pendulant. �Take
this from me.�

�What?�

�The necklace. Force it out of my
hand.�

Sasuke frowned. What that had to do with learning how to hit
someone better? But Naruto seemed very serious and expectant, holding his
fisted hand up so he complied.�

Naruto wasn�t about to let go of it easily, so even though
Sasuke was using both of his hands against Naruto�s one, it took about ten
seconds. In the end, Naruto let go of it, laughing despite of the new,
violently red scratches all over his fingers.

�Alright, my turn.�

It was like Sasuke wasn�t holding it at all. Naruto simply went
for his pinky finger, twisted it to the side and it was either let go or have
the finger broken. Now when Sasuke saw it and thought about it, it seemed like
a really simple solution.

�Find the weakest spot and take advantage of it.�

�Yep. Easy, everyone says that �
but for some reason, most people need to see it first.� Naruto said. He was
snickering a little, probably at the expression Sasuke had on his face. �It�s
practically the same thing with the wrist grab, which you could�ve seen earlier
if you paid attention.�

He was referring to when he had twisted his arm free
earlier. Sasuke had noticed, but he wasn�t sure what he was doing, so he waited
for an explanation.

�Give me your hand.� Naruto commanded instead of explaining.
Without hesitation his time, Sasuke did what it was asked of him. Naruto
carefully wrapped his fingers around Sasuke�s wrist. �Now make me let go.�

On the first instinct, Sasuke jerked his arm toward himself.
It clicked soon enough, though, so he froze. Keeping in mind what Naruto had
done � twisted his hand somehow � and remembering that he should find the
weakest spot, he tried carefully to shift his hand. The weakest point was where
Naruto�s fingers were almost closing; Sasuke focused the force of the tug on
that spot - and just like that, he was free.

Naruto�s face was beaming with pride. It was disturbing.

Sasuke said, �It seems it was a good idea after all.�

Naruto�s beaming solidified into stubbornness. He stood up
quickly and said, �Come on up, I want to show you something else.�

Because the words Sasuke had said were practically a
challenge and Naruto was not firing back, he was probably getting ready to
prove his point. To delay and give himself time to slow his heart rate a
little, Sasuke rose slowly after him.

�What?�

�It�s not just inflicting pain. Sometimes, to make someone
do what you want despite their will, you can just encourage their body to do
what it does best.�

Was that just Naruto staring intensely or was that sentence
one grand innuendo?

Despite the distraction, Sasuke�s mind tried to soak in the
actual words. That would obviously work only if will and natural body instinct
clash�

�Oh, don�t make wrinkles,� Naruto said, very lightly. �I�ll
show you.�

�Yes, you seem to like showing.�

�It�s easier, because you learn quickly. By the time I�d
find words for one, you could learn five different things.� Naruto grinned.
Despite of the changed mood, some of that insane pride shone through again.
�Turn around.�

�Why?� Sasuke asked suspiciously.

Naruto rolled his eyes. �So I could steal your wallet while
you�re not looking.�

�It�s not on me.�

�Well, there is nothing to be afraid of then. Turn around.�

With one last look � that was hopefully coming off more as
warning than as nervousness � Sasuke turned.
��
�Now what?� He asked, as Naruto
came closer to stand just behind him. That proximity would have been enough to
have Sasuke uncomfortable any other day, but this afternoon, it just made him
think that no matter what Naruto had in mind, getting tips from him was a very
good idea indeed.�

�Now, let�s assume I want you on the floor.�

�That had to be on purpose, right? Sasuke glanced back over
his shoulder, but Naruto was wearing that serious expression from before.

�For the requirements of the exercise?�
He asked. Naruto, who was standing not a step away, raised both of his
eyebrows.

�If you say so.� He answered, in
amused tone � which was not at all reassuring. �I could try to trip you, or
push you down � which I won�t, because you scratch like a wildcat � but there
is an easier way.�

Before Sasuke could vocalize his protest on the word choice,
Naruto crossed that last step and was standing so close they were touching in
places. Cursing inwardly his stupid obsession with Naruto�s shampoo �
especially after seeing in the bathroom that it was a baby-friendly shampoo�
Sasuke inhaled and waited.

�What is it that allows us to stand without much effort?�
Naruto asked. Sasuke, disappointed with the absence of Naruto�s hands on him,
tried to think.� It wasn�t really working
properly, but fortunately, Naruto wasn�t expecting it. �We lock our knees. But
they are very easy to unlock.�

He moved a little, just enough so Sasuke could feel him brush
against his ass. Distracted by it, he barely felt the light pressure of
Naruto�s knees on the back of his own, before his legs buckled up without any
pain and any warning.

Naruto didn�t let him fall.

He could have, even though he was probably planning to do
it, if his tone had been any indication. But he caught Sasuke long before he
hit the floor, and pulled him back up, against his chest.

�What was that?� Sasuke asked. Not that he cared.

Naruto was not letting go. When he answered, his entire lowed
side of the face was buried in Sasuke�s shoulder, so it came out slightly
muffled. �I unlocked your knees for you.�

�What?� That was one �what� too many in one day, but it was
kind of hard to think.

�Like this.� Naruto said and repeated it. Because he was
holding him firmly, Sasuke was not about to fall, but it would be very hard to
keep up without being held up. Even a light pressure on the back of his knees
was enough to bring him down. Still holding on, even though Sasuke had
straightened himself for the second time, Naruto asked, �You still think this
was a good idea?�

Well, it was not exactly as Sasuke was imagining it. It
wasn�t even about hitting people; Naruto just showed him things he knew would
get them in an awkward position. But exactly because of that� �Yes, I do.�

�Well,� Naruto answered, voice hoarse but sulky anyway, and
shifted to press his impressively hard erection just under Sasuke�s ass. �I
don�t.�

And then he let
go, the little moronic shit.

Completely unprepared for it, Sasuke stumbled sideways, but
because his knees were under his command, he quickly steadied himself. When he
turned to express his anger Naruto met his glare flatly.

�There are DVDs and some old tapes in the drawer under the
television set. You can find plenty tips on them.�

�I saw movies before, and they were apparently not helpful.�
Sasuke snapped.

�It�s not movies, it�s the seminars my mother organized or
participated in. She was a highly respected expert, you know.� It was a little
hard to stay upset when Naruto was grinning to cover the emotional wave over
his face, but Sasuke managed it. �And there are also some videos of the
contests I�d won. You should definitely see that.�

On the last part, the grin got the glow of sincerity in it. Sasuke
left it on the other side of the bathroom door, snapping the door shut after himself.

He was a little flustered and still very much aroused. A
month ago, Naruto would not miss that opportunity for anything. There was no
question about him being interested, so what the fuck was wrong? What did he
want, to be begged?

Annoying little idiot.

When Sasuke came back to the living room, Naruto had
returned the coffee table on its place and was going through a pile of
hand-marked disks and tapes.

�Here,� He said, not looking up. �This is from when I won my
first gold. And this, this is from the last completion I had participated in,
but I was disqualified for fighting in the corridor before it started, so I�m
not actually on it.�

A bit calmer now, Sasuke asked, �Why did you stop training?�

And when? When his parents died, as
a sign of mourning?

Naruto made a face as he glanced up. �My mum was starting to
act like one of those parents. So I
quit it.�

�One of those parents?�

�You know the kind that makes pressure on their child to be
good at something. She was becoming really annoying, even started to give me
�strength boosts� and what-not��

�Strength boosts? Like what, steroids?�

Sasuke wasn�t really serious about it, but there was
apparently a good reason why people told jokes in a tone of voice that was
implying that they were not serious.

�Are you crazy? I was talking about her horrible shakes made
of raw vegetables, that was � a reason enough to quit in its own, really. I was
thirteen, she was my mum! She wouldn�t give me something like that!�

Sasuke, fired up with the glare, raised an eyebrow. �You
thought my father had burnt my hand.�

�But you are the one who�s acting like your father is some
sort of gay-people eating monster! What am I supposed to think?�

�It was never a matter of domestic violence,� Sasuke
answered after a moment. �I just didn�t want them to be disappointed in me.�

�How was I supposed to know that? Dealing with you is harder
than dealing with the entire building of abused and abandoned children.� Naruto
sighed overdramatically. �If you would only talk
occasionally��

�I talked just now. Therapy session is over, so play
something.�

After a long moment of silence, Naruto picked a tape. �How about my first training ever?�

�If you get dragged all over the floor a
lot on it, sure. I�m in the mood for that.�

�It was my first training,� Naruto repeated impatiently, but
he walked over to play the tape while Sasuke took set on the couch. �I�m mostly
learning how to roll and trying to keep my pants on.�

Sasuke waited until Naruto pressed a button on the TV and
turned to find a sitting place for himself to say,
�That obviously became a problem for you at early age.�

Naruto stopped dead, either trying to understand or think of
a retort to the comment. There was a flicker of something � annoyance or hurt
on his face at one moment, but it passed before Sasuke could make sense of it.
He threw himself on the couch, on the opposite side from Sasuke, before
answering, �Says mister We Have to Have Ground Rules. Where did you pick that
one up, at mathematics summer camp?�

As the matter of fact�. �None of your business.�

But it was too late. Naruto saw it, or put it together.

�You didn�t? But � but they are all � nerds.�

Sasuke gave him a flat look.

�You�re an exception!�

And another flat look.

�Okay, you�re not an exception � but you�re kind of cute and
they all wear glasses and have � button-up sweaters. With rhombs.��

�And all kids living at the Home are delinquents and
criminals.� Sasuke said, thinking over the �you�re kind of cute� statement.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Itachi had got �drop dead gorgeous�
last night!

Although, the way Naruto was saying �rhomb�, like it was a
symptom of cholera, was amusing.

�Ahh,� Was all Naruto had to
answer in his first try. Then he gave it another try, �Okay, I see your point
but - Sasuke, you were sleeping around in the
math camp. That just doesn�t sound right; it�s almost as bad as doing it in
a church.�

�It wasn�t a camp,
because we were staying in a hotel and I wasn�t sleeping around with anyone.� And before Naruto could ask anything
about it, Sasuke added. �Now play that thing already.�

It soon became clear why Naruto had mentioned that he was
trying to keep his pants on. They were too large for him, probably bought
bigger to last some time.� It was a home
made video, taped by Naruto�s father whose voice could be heard as he ordered
people out of his way as he followed a six-seven year old Naruto around.

Tiny Naruto was getting instructions by a red haired woman
that, even though she didn�t have a single face line like Naruto, could not be
mistaken for anyone but his mother. It was the shiny, bright grin and some
other things; the expression in her eyes, the hand movements, the way she talked, heartily, loud and cocky.

After maybe half an hour, Naruto said, �This is the first
time I�m watching these videos since they�d died.�

Sasuke didn�t answer anything, because the only thing that
came to his mind was to say that he was sorry.

The almost-relaxed mood from the end of the conversation
somehow lingered. Naruto pointed things out and explained them � not paying the
slightest attention if Sasuke needed an explanation or not. It didn�t matter,
because it felt good to listen to him chatter, it was just as well that he
wasn�t depending on Sasuke to keep the conversation up. He just kept talking,
and for a reward, he got an answer occasionally.

But he kept very carefully at his own side of the couch,
like there was an invisible panel between them. It wasn�t cold inside, but
because of lying in bed for so long and because he could still feel the cold in
his bones from the little walk from yesterday, Sasuke had wrapped himself in
the blanket. It was� very comfortable. It was even better than those afternoons
he was spending at Itachi�s, even if just because Naruto couldn�t sit still for
the life of him. Every position he would take was interesting in its own way and
showed off at least one curious part of his body.

And Sasuke never even tried to pretend that he wasn�t
looking. He thought about crossing the invisible barrier between them, press
Naruto down against the armrest not unlike he did that morning on the field
trip. It would be easy, much easier than that time. But because something has
changed -something between them, something in Sasuke - it wouldn�t be enough.

So Sasuke stared at the television, pretended he was bored
to death or annoyed until Naruto announced, �I�ve got to go. The shift is about
to change.�

And next shift, Sasuke was guessing, was Kabuto�s. �So go.�

�Right.� Naruto stood up. �I missed
the dinner, so I should eat first. You want a sandwich?�

�Yes.� Sasuke answered. It was a good idea.

When he started to move the blanket to get up as well,
Naruto said, �No, you can stay, I�ll bring it here.�

Heh. Well, Naruto sure knew how to
treat guests. He brought back tray of sandwiches in no time and placed it so
Sasuke could reach it without moving too much. They ate in silence, Sasuke with
his plate in his lap and Naruto kneeling next to the coffee table.

Naruto finished first, and not looking up from the small
pile of bread crumbs said, �I wish you�d stop staring at me.��

�Why?�

�Don�t be stupid.� Naruto snapped. �Stop staring.�

Oh, but if he was going to get mad, it would be much easier.

Sasuke put the blanket off of his legs. �What would you have
me do instead?�

Naruto looked at him, angry and sullen. He nodded at the
plate, standing up. �Just give me that.�

�I�m not done.�

There was a bite or two left. Under Naruto�s heated glare,
Sasuke took as much time as possible to finish. Naruto lost his temper and
tried to take the plate on his own.

�What the hell is wrong with you?� He demanded when Sasuke
wouldn�t let him take it. �Can�t you just be � the way you usually are?�

�You are the one who�s angry.� Sasuke reminded him. To keep
the plate from a very insistent Naruto, he kept it close to himself. It was a
good tactic, because Naruto was not willing to make any physical contact.
�What�s wrong with you?�

�It�s because you�re staring!� Naruto said, loudly, almost
panting with anger � or from attempts to take the plate. At any case, he was
breathing too heavily for someone who was simply standing.

�What does it matter now? You�re leaving.� Sasuke pointed
out. The light amusement over Naruto�s anger faded. He was getting frustrated
himself.

Naruto paused for a moment. In a swift move Sasuke wasn�t
anticipating at all and made every hair on him stand up, he leaned in and
forced the plate out of Sasuke�s hand effortlessly.

�I�m free tomorrow, so I�ll be here.� Naruto muttered, letting Sasuke�s plate lay over his own for easier
carrying. �I can�t do this, okay? I can�t do this all day long.�

Naruto had retreated right away, but Sasuke was still under
the influence of his sudden closeness, slightly disoriented and slightly
breathless. The words got though anyway.

�I�ll go home.� He answered. It was simple.

�You don�t have to � I don�t want you to go!� Naruto said, exasperated. �I don�t
want to� It�s just � if you would just��

�Wear a blindfold?�

�Alright, who said that?

Naruto apparently wondered that himself, because he closed
his mouth and was staring at Sasuke. �You � you need to give out some sort of
alarm when you�re planning to make a joke. A siren or
something. So I can get prepared.�

�Joking?� Sasuke asked, for nothing but to hear Naruto
stutter again. �Who says I wasn�t offering?�

Naruto opened his mouth and kept it like that for several
long seconds. Then he swallowed with some effort, before breaking the silence.

�I wouldn�t want you to wear a blindfold.� He muttered. �But
it doesn�t matter, that is not what I brought you here! It�s a friendly favor
because you are having problems, you don�t have to��

�Pay for it? Jesus, what a moron. Can anyone possible be
more stupid?

Naruto stopped talking and bit into his lip instead.

Without a word, Sasuke grabbed his belt and pulled him
closer. Naruto went along with it without resistance until the last moment. He
held himself propped on the backrest inches over Sasuke and sighed.

�Sasuke��

�Moron.� Sasuke
told him and yanked harder. �One has nothing to do with the other. I wouldn�t
be here if I thought that was why you have invited me.�

Naruto had given in and leaned closer before Sasuke stopped
talking, so he breathed out the last part against Naruto�s chin. Naruto�s hands
were in his hair at the same moment when their mouths met. He was impatient and
he tasted like cheese; Sasuke couldn�t remember experiencing neither before,
but they felt so familiar, so welcome right then; he simply closed his eyes and
bit back.

Naruto slid his hands lower and lifted him off a little so
he could kneel at the edge of the couch. Through the kiss, he murmured, �You�ve
lost so much weight�, like he was doing that every day and could tell the
difference from the effort that it took.

It wasn�t worth talking back, because they were so close
there were only clothes between them. Sasuke let Naruto lift him a little bit
more; he even helped, until he was trapped between the backrest and solid
warmth. It seemed for awhile that they couldn�t stop kissing to do anything
else, but then Naruto broke of, suddenly turning his head.

�I have to go.� He panted. �I really have to.�

�No, you don�t.� Sasuke said, kissing Naruto�s neck
instead.�

Naruto titled his head to give him better access. He reacted
strongly on the touch of teeth, with a gasp and a shudder, but he wasn�t
moving. �I do. The shift is changing.��

Of course, because he had to play the martyr; he just had to
help even when that was not asked of him, no matter what the price. Knowing
that it was a battle he would lose if he tried to talk him out of it, Sasuke
dig his fingers into Naruto�s back anyway and bit into his neck again.

Naruto shuddered again and sighed. �Sasuke, I have to��

�Go.� Sasuke finished and pushed him off. �I heard you.�

For someone so insisted on going, Naruto only moved as far
as Sasuke pushed him. �Don�t be upset. I�ll be back in the morning.�

�I�m not upset.�

�You are.�.

�I�m not.� Sasuke
said, so upset he wanted to kick Naruto across the room. �You have some
children to save from molestation, how can I be upset over that?�

��It�s not � how do
you know about that?�

�Aren�t you in a hurry?�

Naruto grinned. He leaned back in and kissed him again,
though it took a moment � and Naruto pulling on his hair harshly - before
Sasuke decided to respond. �First thing in the morning.
You better be here when I come back or I�ll most likely do something
embarrassing and possibly sappy.�

�It�s winter break.� Sasuke said. The frustration � the
emotional frustration, not the physical one � was easing a little. �I�ve no
intention of getting up that early.�

Though the threat sounded kind of scary.

�Good.� Naruto beamed, kissed him again and got off the couch.
A glance on the clock apparently told him that he was seriously late, so Naruto
grabbed his things as quickly as possible and left. He was smiling sunnily all
the way out, though.�

It was � oddly hard to move from where Naruto had left him.
Even the sexual frustration didn�t seem worth the trouble. It was so different,
what just happened and that seemed more important than anything. It was not
easier, because Naruto was a fucking moron, but it was� lighter. Sasuke was
feeling much lighter inside, willing to do what he wanted for once because�

Because he had already seen the disappointment on his
father�s face and it wasn�t as bad as he thought it would be. And even if it
was as horrible as Sasuke had expected, it was too late do anything about it.
He survived, and in all honesty, it might have been worth it if he will stay
free to feel like this, to be truthfully regretful about Naruto leaving and
excited about him coming back in the morning.

The television was still turned on, there was some movie playing.
After awhile, Sasuke even managed to figure out what was it about.

Later, when he was finally feeling tired enough to try to
sleep, he took a shower. His clothes, neatly folded and packed into the plastic
bag Naruto had left, was richer, softer and in much better colors than
Naruto�s, but the familiar pajamas didn�t feel half as good against his skin.

Hair still dump, Sasuke was about to return to the living
room when the front door unlocked from the outside and opened. He froze in the
doorway, listening. Naruto had a Godfather who was helping with maintaining the
house, right? That was probably that guy, not some burglaries. He will explain
his presence � not truthfully, just in case, of course � and it will be fine.

But he was wrong; it was obvious when the figure walked from
the darker hall through the open door in the living room. It was Naruto, Naruto
came back.

�You�re shouldn�t be here.� Sasuke remind him as Naruto let
his heavy winter jacket slid down his shoulders.

�No one knows I am.� Naruto answered. �I couldn�t sleep.�

He was not wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier. He
was moving swiftly over the room, determination and smile in his eyes. It would
be so difficult just not to look at him, not that Sasuke was trying very hard.

He was too busy keeping his voice, �You needed your own
bed?�

�Not really.� Naruto answered. He was quick, already close
enough for Sasuke to feel the coldness that radiated off of his skin. �But
thinking about you in my bed was not helping me sleep at all.�

Naruto reached out and let his fingertips brush against
Sasuke�s stomach. It was a very odd gesture; his fingers were light and cold as
ice.

Sasuke successfully repressed a shudder. �If you were
thinking about me in your bed, maybe it�s for the better you couldn�t sleep.
You�re horribly loud when you�re having a wet dream.�

Naruto smiled lazily and pressed his entire palm on Sasuke�s
stomach to push him backwards through the open door into the bedroom.

�Everyone says that, but you�re the only one who jumped me
because of it.�

That must be a
lie.

Sasuke took another step backwards on his own, then another;
Naruto was following right after him. �It didn�t turn out all that bad. You are
moderately tolerable, if a little clumsy.�

�I am not the
virgin here,� Naruto answered. His hand was a little warmer when he tugged
Sasuke�s pajama shirt so a button or two opened. Then he caught up, pressed
close and whispered, �But don�t worry, we�ll fix that in a moment.�

Naruto�s lips were still cold when they connected with his
collarbone, Sasuke inhaled sharply at the burn they were causing.� Traveling up over his neck they warmed up,
but they still burned the skin they were touching and Sasuke was finding it
really hard to breathe properly.

�Better undress, then.� He finally said, yanking Naruto�s
shirt up. Naruto obeyed hastily. The shirt got a little stuck on his chin, so
Sasuke pulled it further and kissed Naruto as soon as his mouth was free,
abandoning the attempt to help half way.�

As soon as Naruto got rid of the shirt, he returned the kiss
and his arms found their way around Sasuke.

�Ooh, a bed.� Naruto approved around the kiss when Sasuke
hit the board. He broke it off then and did something with his leg � some odd little
movement forward that was making Sasuke have to fight to keep balance. It was
impossible, because Naruto was too close and they were intertwined so tightly,
it was either to do what Naruto wanted or fall. �I�d let you top for your first
time, I really would � but I don�t
think I can.�

Before Sasuke could form the response � something along the
lines that no way in hell would he lay down and let
Naruto mess around with his ass - they were both falling down on the mattress. Naruto
was trying to finish unbuttoning his shirt and he was kissing Sasuke�s neck
again. Wet trails were tickling all the sensitive places Naruto was able to
find again with surgical precision and Sasuke decided that his response can
wait for the moment.

But Naruto stopped kissing to glance down.

�I can�t � help
me, okay?� Naruto breathed, frustrated. Sasuke followed his gaze to where
Naruto was still meddling with his buttons and his hands were either trembling
or going around the buttons in a really odd way.

Instead of helping, Sasuke opened his legs and pulled him
closer - until he could feel him completely, chest and groin against his own
and heavy breathing over his chin. As Naruto crushed them together with a sharp
movement that made sparks overload his brain and blacken his mind, Sasuke
managed, �Bottom part is much easier to get off.�

With a strangled gasp, Naruto ground against him once again,
causing another wave of dizziness and warmth, before moving to tug off Sasuke�s
bottom pajamas.

�Genius made
them.� He said. He had less trouble undoing his belt and opening his jeans than
he had with Sasuke�s shirt, but his fingers were still unsteady and Sasuke
watched hungrily as he got off the bed just to let them fall on the floor.
Underwear followed, making it too hard to resist; Sasuke shifted lower in the
bed to kiss his naked stomach before moving lower.

Naruto had choked on a moan half a moment before Sasuke
reached low enough to lick over the head of his cock. It was that sound Sasuke
liked, the one that turned him on so much in the first place to grab Naruto and
throw him into his bed, so he licked again and sucked harder, trying to drive
it out again.

After a few short seconds, Naruto pulled at his hair to tilt
his head upwards.

�So clever.� He said. Sasuke wanted
to know what the hell was he talking about, but Naruto leaned in already to
kiss him again. They moved up on the bed together. Naruto reached down to wrap
his now very hot palm around Sasuke�s erection and when Sasuke hissed in
response, he murmured, �I like you so much more like this.�

�Like what?�

Naruto never answered, he was too busy trying to touch and
taste all at once. When Sasuke opened his legs again and their cocks brushed
against each other, without anything in-between them this time, Naruto choked
on a moan again.

It was a stupid question, anyway;
all questions are when you know the answer. ��

***

Hours later, they were still awake � or at least, Sasuke was
pretty sure they were. He was sore and dirty. The sweat had dried out on his
skin, both his and Naruto�s, and there was semen everywhere, but he was still oddly content to let Naruto lay there
with hands firmly around him.

And Naruto was oddly content to keep his mouth closed for a
blissfully long time, just smiling and watching Sasuke�s every small movement
with shiny eyes.

When Sasuke had to move to find a little
more comfortable position � because �sore� was becoming �hurting� whenever he
wasn�t too careful � Naruto said, �Told you that have to relax.�

�I stopped listening to you right after you said �God,
sorry, I can�t wait any longer!�. It was very tacky.�

Naruto reddened, but he was not moving his arm as he shot
back mockingly, �You poor thing. You had to fight the orgasm off that early?�

�Your weight was cutting off the blood supply to my brain.�

�Ah, I was wondering what the cause was for all the loud
moaning and disconnected sentences.� Naruto grinned. �It was very out of
character.�

�Maybe the disconnected sentences,� Sasuke allowed and
yawned. �I am too tired to explain the concept of involuntary vocal response to
physical stimulation, but I assure you that every person alive suffers from
it.�

�And I�m too tired to tell you that you are a freak for
using words longer than your dick in four in the morning.� Naruto grumbled and
pushed himself away. �Which is a sure sign that I have to go, or I will fall
asleep.�

Cold despite of gathering the covers around him, Sasuke
asked when Naruto came back from the epically short visit to the bathroom,
�Will you get in trouble if you don�t leave?�

�I might, but that would not stop me from staying.� Naruto
answered after finding his pants. �But as you already somehow figured out, I
believe that one of the social workers working at the Home is punishing some
younger kids in inappropriate ways. I have no proof, so I have to be around to
prevent it.�

�What do the kids say?�

�They say deny it or stay silent and when I press them, they
cry and panic.� Naruto said with a deep, worried frown. �But I�ve seen the
bruises, and I have been lurking around Kabuto�s office for long enough to be
sure about this.�

Naruto stopped talking to put on his shirt. He wasn�t
wearing that sour expression often, but only a moron would have any doubt that
he was feeling guilty for coming back.

�And when you have to leave the Home?�

�There�s about six months left and your brother is helping
me.� Naruto practically snapped. �Something has to change before that.�

And if it doesn�t, Naruto will beat up the molester and end
up in jail. Brilliant plan. What the hell was Itachi
thinking, anyway?

�I�ll help you.� Sasuke said, seating up so feet were almost
reaching the floor. He surpassed the wince as pain shot through him. Naruto
winded his eyes and the frown was gone. �Tomorrow you will tell me all about
it, so we can make some sort of plan and find evidence.�

�Itachi is helping me.� Naruto said, but he was smiling.

�Itachi can only do so much without risking his job.� Sasuke
told him. �And I am planning to do this for a living and be very good at it.
Let me help.�

�What was that thing you are going to be studying again?�
Naruto asked. He stepped closer to the bed, grinning.

They never talked about it, so Sasuke had no idea why there
was again in that question, but he answered anyway, as simply as possible,
�Sociology and criminology.�

�And that will make you a super-cop.�

Not really, no. �Yes.�

Naruto leaned in close enough to brush their noses together
and said. �Can you see through walls and read thoughts? Because
that would be helpful.�

�I can do better.� Sasuke answered. �I can put my hands on
really tiny cameras.�

Naruto kissed him, quick and hard. �If you start showing
that shiny new side of yourself around, I will be in so much trouble.�

He grinned as Sasuke debated inwardly what could that
possible mean and left without another word. Sasuke didn�t have a new side. He
didn�t do or said anything new - was
it possible that a small change in manner could make such difference?

Sasuke took a shower and returned to bed sure he won�t be up
before noon on the next day, at the very least. He was wrong.

The doorbell woke him up long before that.
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