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Just This Once	By : LoneReader3173 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 3157 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Story 3: Sometime after midnight

Itachi’s parents recently passed away in a car accident. In order to make ends meet, Itachi rents out rooms in their house to his friends, including his best friend, and war buddy, Naruto. But will his little brother’s sleepwalking, drive the blond out of the house?

Tags: Angst, fluff, nosex

Naruto sat upright, chest heaving as he struggled to breath. Something around his legs was constricting his movement and he fought to free himself in the darkness, when he was suddenly falling backwards. It was a short distance but he still hit ground with a loud thud that winded him further, and something sharp tore into his left arm. He lay on a hard surface with his feet still in the air. Rolling over with a pained groan he could feel a smooth wooden surface beneath his fingertips. Moonlight shone through the window well above him. Blinking his eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the darkness he could make out a glass topped nightstand to his left that must be the culprit of the pain in his arm. Familiar scents filled his nostrils and it slowly began to register in his head that he wasn’t in fact in some war torn country on the other side of the world. He wasn’t being shot at, he wasn’t having to fight for his life. He was home and safe. The comforter from his bed lay in a heap beside him on the hard wooden floor.
There was a scrambling and clattering on the floor from the other side of the bed as the teenage boy, who’d been asleep beside him, attempted to orient himself as well. He must have also been ejected from the bed in Naruto’s struggle. The boy would get up and bolt from the room, pretending his sleepwalking hadn’t brought him to the place it always did.
Naruto had joined the military five years ago at the age of eighteen. There he had met the best friend he’d ever had. He and Itachi had fought side by side throughout their career and had been through a lot together. Naruto had been gravely injured and taken out of action about a year ago, and shortly after Itachi’s parents had passed away in a car accident and he was forced end his military career in order to take care of his younger brother. He wouldn’t inherit anything until he was twenty five, and so Itachi had fought to find work and make ends meet. That is until he come up with the idea of renting out the rooms in his family’s large mansion. Naruto, of course, was all too eagerly agreed to help. Not being able to fight any longer, it was comforting to be around both his best friend, and someone who understood what he was going through being back home.
Before he had moved in, Itachi had warned him that his little brother had begun sleepwalking after the accident. Sasuke had been asleep in the backseat when the car had crashed, and his therapist suggested that that might have had something to do with it. At first he’d barely noticed. He didn’t do it often, maybe once a week at the most frequent. Every once in awhile he’d find Sasuke asleep in a strange place like under the kitchen table or in the middle of the hallway. But then he started waking up with Sasuke in his bed in the mornings. Luckily it had only been the three of them at them time. When Kisame has moved in, Itachi had been even more worried about Sasuke’s nighttime adventures. But Sasuke had stuck to only sleepwalking into Naruto’s bed after that first incident. The first time had led to a lot of screaming between them, and remained the most Sasuke had ever spoken to him. If he had thought Itachi was aloof and antisocial, he paled in comparison to Sasuke. In the year he’d lived here, The boy had rarely said more than one word to him, and never more than a single sentence. He’d asked Itachi if it was a result of the accident, or if he just didn’t like people in the house, but Itachi had told him Sasuke’s attitude was nothing knew and that he’d always more or less been that way.
Naruto rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. The footsteps that he’d expected to hear running out of the room didn’t come, instead there came creaking of bed springs from above as Sasuke crawled across it to peer blearily down at him.
His dark eyes, so like his brothers, met his own, full of confusion and what would be concern for a normal person, but for Sasuke was most likely annoyance. “What happened?” He asked groggily.
“Don’t worry about it.” He looked upwards at the ceiling away from Sasuke, the same as Sasuke did to him every time he found him in his bed.
Sasuke scoffed at him and reached over to turn on the lamp resting on the table naruto had quite nearly overturned. Naruto had followed his movements in the dark and was blinded when the light clicked on, and lifting his arm to shield his eyes, is when he felt it. The table had torn a sizable gash in his forearm and blood was flowing freely down his arm and over the floor.
“You’re bleeding all over the place.” Sasuke needlessly informed him, before gracefully stepping from the bed and striding from the room. Naruto was quite sure he liked Sasuke better when he was getting the silent treatment. He pulled his legs off the bed and pushed himself up off the floor and headed for the bathroom attached to his room. The bathroom was also attached to Deidara’s room, so he made sure the other door was shut before turning the light on as not to wake him. Blood cover the floor where he lay and had soaked the sleeve and left side of his shirt. He removed it and place it the sink, filling it with cold water in hopes of not staining it. The cut didn’t look as bad as he’d initially thought, at least he was hoping he wouldn’t be needing stitches. He wrapped a clean wash cloth around it to stem the flow of blood, and started the search for something the resembled a first aid kit. Just as he was beginning to look through the drawers, however, he heard footsteps in his room and Sasuke appeared in the doorway holding out to him the very thing he had been looking for. He straightened up from his crouched position and and stared at Sasuke, who still did not look at him, in confusion and disbelief. When he did not take the kit from Sasuke, the boy finally turned to him.
“It’s a first aid kit.” He said bluntly finally looking at him, as though this was the reason Naruto did not immediately take it.
Naruto rolled his eyes and took the kit, “I can see that. It’s the niceties I’m confused by.” But Sasuke wasn’t listening. He was just staring at Naruto with a strange expression on his face. He didn’t have to follow Sasuke’s gaze to know what he was staring at. “Not polite to stare, kiddo.” He turned to place the first aid kit on the counter and began rummaging through it. He’d seen that look so many times. It was the same one everyone who saw his scars gave him.
“Don’t call me that.” He snapped back. Naruto expected him to leave but instead he was surprised again as Sasuke hoisted himself up to sit on the counter and hold his hand out for Naruto’s injured arm.
“Oh, you’re a doctor now huh?” He chuckled.
“Well if you can bandage it one handed be my guest.” Naruto hadn’t thought if that. He looked at Sasuke cautiously. His face was stoic and blank, but his hand was still out stretched. Naruto handed over his arm and Sasuke very carefully removed the towel. “I’m pretty sure this is gonna need stitches. The bleeding doesn’t seem to be slowing at all.” He turned on the faucet, wet a clean portion of the towel, and cleaned away the dried blood to look at the wound better. It continued to bleed while he worked.
“Sorry, to wake you.” Naruto blurted out, not knowing what else to say, in this situation that was awkward to him. Though Sasuke woke up next to him about once a week, the boy was a stranger. He glanced up at Naruto with a raised eyebrow.
“You didn’t.” He said simply. “I was already awake.” He paused before adding very quietly, “You were talking in your sleep.” Naruto felt his face heat up as it reddened and he looked away. He knew what he’d dreamed about, and what he must have said. Sasuke continued to clean his arm and didn’t pry further, though he occasionally glanced up at the scars covering Naruto’s chest and torso where he’d been shot three times. Finally Sasuke sighed and grabbed some gauze from the kit and pressed it down over the wound, taping it in place, before hopping down from the counter. “You’re car’s still in the shop?”
Naruto nodded examining the bandage that was already turning red. “It can probably wait til morning.”
But Sasuke his head. He pushed and brushed his dark hair bangs from his forehead as he was thinking, “Get dressed I’ll drive you to the ER.”
“Damn, I was hoping to avoid that.” He wanted to steer clear of hospitals as much as he possibly could. The two months he’d spent in recovery were more than enough to last him a lifetime.
“Yeah, me too.” Sasuke said softly as walked away, and Naruto wondered if he meant the hospital or him. He found a clean T-shirt and debated changing his pants, but laziness won out and and he met Sasuke upstairs in his pajamas after pulling on the shirt and a pair of sneakers. Sasuke appreared to have done the opposite and only changed his pants. The weather was mild enough that neither felt the need for a jacket. The drive was spent in silence once again, as Sasuke hadn’t even turned on the radio for the short ride. He parked the car and seemed to hesitate following Naruto into the Emergency building.
“You don’t have to stay. I appreciate the ride.” Naruto smiled at him as he got out of the car. But he climbed out of his car to follow Naruto.
“It’s fine. I’m awake anyway.” He was avoiding Naruto’s eyes again. But on the ride over it had dawned on him that Sasuke probably hated hospitals as much as he did. This was the place he’d been forced to goodbye his parents. Where he’d waited all alone for Itachi to come back for him. None the less, Sasuke followed him inside.

Half an hour later they were still sitting the waiting room. Sasuke had seated himself opposite Naruto, but still wasn’t looking at him. He was slouched to the side with arm resting on the arm rest, propping up his head, and the heel of the opposite foot tapped quietly but nervously on the laminate floor. Naruto watched him for a bit. He really did look a lot like Itachi, and yet nothing like him at all. Somehow, everything about him was darker, except his skin, which was like porcelain. All in all, Sasuke was more attractive in his opinion. He lifted his head and looked anxiously around the room biting his lip, until he met Naruto’s eyes and then turned away again. Naruto stood up and moved across the isle to sit beside him, and Sasuke sat up straight and shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to say to Sasuke, but he was hoping to distract him from his surroundings enough for him to relax. However, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his name was called from across the waiting room.
“Uzumaki?” The dark haired nurse stood on her toes to search the room for who ever would respond to the call. Naruto stood and she acknowledged him with a nod, holding the door open and waiting. He tapped Sasuke gently on the shoulder and motioned with his head, hoping Sasuke would follow. Perhaps he’d be able think of something to talk to about on the way. Sasuke hesitated again, stood and hurried after. The Nurse led them back to private room and told them someone would be in to see him in a moment.
Naruto took a seat on the bed, and when Sasuke didn’t move from standing awkwardly in the corner he patted the bed next him and the boy took it, sitting perhaps a bit closer than he needed to. He was still working out what he wanted to say, when there was a light knock at the door and a pink haired girl who looked to be about Sasuke’s age entered.
“Hello, my name is Sakura, I will be- “ her head had been down when she entered and when she looked up she nearly dropped her clipboard, “oh! Sasuke?” She looked down and quickly checked the name on her chart.
“Sorry I’m here to take get your vitals, Mr. Uzumaki.” She addressed Naruto again. Sasuke nodded at her, but it didn’t appear that she saw. She smiled at Naruto and began grabbing equipment to do her job. Sasuke didn’t move from the bed next to him and Naruto wondered if this was out of spite as it was clear that he was in the way.
“You look good, Sasuke.” she told him though she wasn’t looking at him. He mumbled a quick “thanks.”
“Your vitals look good, the doctor will be in to see you in a moment.” She smiled kindly at Naruto again and left the room.
“She’s cute.” He said turning to Sasuke. The boy rolled his eyes at Naruto.
“She’s my ex.” He said flatly.
“Did it end badly? She said you look good.” He was genuinely curious, and realized that he knew very little about Sasuke. Not his interests, his friends, or even his sense of humor.
“She meant I look like I’m not on drugs.” Ah yes, he remembered Itachi talking about Sasuke’s addictions and being worried about him while they were deployed.
“Is that why you broke up?” He wasn’t sure it was proper to ask Sasuke these kinds of questions, but he didn’t seem perturbed about answering other than the occasional eye roll.
“Partly.” He said, and when Naruto continued to look any him questioningly, he added, “I... realized that I... don’t like girls, while I was with her.”
“And you told her this?” He asked.
“No.” He shifted uncomfortably, “I just stopped paying attention to her and let her think it was because of the drugs.” A light pink blushed tinged his pale cheeks. “I never told anyone.”
“Not even Itachi?” Sasuke shook is head. “Huh.” Naruto paused to think about it. “I’m flattered.”
“What?” Sasuke looked at Naruto, confused.
“You telling me means you must trust me, at least a little anyway.” He shrugged.
There was a long silence between them before Sasuke asked, “Are you...” he seemed to be searching for words and it was Naruto who was confused now, “you and Itachi... I saw you together.”
Naruto laughed loudly, and before he could explain, the door opened again, and the smile faded quickly from his face.
“You!” Both he and the doctor entering exclaimed at each other. Tsunade, the doctor who had stitched him back together after he’d been pulled from, dying, from the battlefield, was glaring at him in her disapproving fashion.
“Boy I am getting mighty tired to putting you back together,” the blonde woman told him in away that sounded both concerned and a annoyed.
“It’s not my fault!” He told her defensively, “I mean, it kind of is, but it’s not like I do it on purpose. What are you even doing here?”
“Mind your own business.” She told him, ignoring his returning scowl and holding out her hand for his arm, “What happened?”
“I fell out of bed.” He knew she wouldn’t believe him, but he was too stubborn to tell her that he was still having nightmares.
Her attention had fallen to Sasuke, “I never see you without an Uchiha, I seems.” Sasuke looked uncomfortable under her gaze, but she she stare at him long, “looks like you traded in your shadow for a newer version. This one’s a bit young for you.” She went back to his arm and removed the bloody gauze to examine the wound. He didn’t answer her. He knew the comment was in jest and he was to tired to play. “Yeah, you’re gonna need stitches. I’ll be right back.”
He and Sasuke again sat in silence before Sasuke said very softly, “I have them too. Nightmares.” He paused before hurriedly added, “I never thanked you.” He stopped again and Naruto waited patiently. “For saving him. Without you... I’d be alone right now.”
Naruto turned to him but he was looking down at his hands. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he answered Sasuke’s earlier question. “We were very drunk. All we did was make out for awhile. He made a few attempts to go further, but I didn’t let him. I knew it was something he’d regret. He still won’t even talk to me about it. Every time I bring it up, his face turns bright red and he hits me.” He laughed at the memory and Sasuke was watching him carefully. “I like women, and I like men. It depends on the person really.” He smiled at Sasuke.
The door opened again, and Tsunade returned with the suture kit. The mood changed considerably for the better from there. Tsunade would poke fun at Naruto, which made Sasuke laugh, a sight he never thought he’d see. The effect on Sasuke’s face and the tone of his laughter was something he decided that enjoyed and want to see more of.
They were only there for another half an hour or so and it was still only around three am when they had returned home. Sasuke politely told him good night and lingered on the stairs before he started up the steps that led upstairs to his room, as naruto went down to his. It felt odd to him to watch Sasuke go. He lay awake in bed for another couple of hours, partly lost in thought and partly hoping his door would open and Sasuke would crawl back into bed with him once again. But he didn’t that night, or the next, or at anytime over the next two months. In fact he barely saw him at all. It was as if that night in the ER had never happened. Naruto felt a sinking in his chest. But what had he hoped for? Him and Sasuke to become friends? Lovers? No, it was better this way. Sasuke was young and getting his life back on track, he didn’t need Naruto’s influences. Itachi had told him one night as the were watching tv in the living room, that Sasuke had been started on new meds that seemed to have halted his sleepwalking. On the rare occasion that Naruto did see him, he looked well rested and brighter. Friends of his had started to come over every now and then, and Naruto felt a pang of jealousy. True, he had Itachi, but he had started a good job that kept him busy and Naruto didn’t see much of him anymore either. The rest of Naruto’s friends were back home on the other side of the country. Everyone else that he knew here were Itachi’s friends and their roommates, and Naruto didn’t much care for any of them either. Itachi. He would never have approved of him being with Sasuke anyway, so it was good it hadn’t gone anywhere.
Still he felt uneasy, but he chalked it up to loneliness. It was best that Sasuke was doing better, and no longer sleepwalking, and he was selfish for wishing otherwise.
His own sleep had become very erratic and his nightmares had increased in number. While he’d not injured himself again, it had effected his sleep nearly every night, and he hadn’t had a good nights rest in weeks. It was on one of these night that he found himself laying on the couch, watching tv, in the downstairs living room at two o’clock in the morning. Another dream had woken him and he had given up in trying to sleep any more Deidara and Kisame were both gone to some party for the evening so he had the basement to himself. He’d been flipping through stations for the past 30 minutes, and was about to give up and attempt to sleep once again, when something caught his eye at the foot of the couch. He jumped and sat up, but Sasuke didn’t react at all. He stood there in the dark staring at Naruto with the glazed over eyes of sleep. Naruto wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Once when Sasuke has crawled into bed with him, he had gotten out of bed to sleep on the couch, and had woken to Sasuke asleep on top of him. Another morning of yelling had ensued. This time though, things might be different. He hesitated but then held out his hand to Sasuke who stepped forwards to take it and Naruto guided him down to lay with him. Sasukes head was tucked under his chin and an arm and a leg were draped over his torso and thighs. Naruto brought a hand up to run his fingers through Sasukes dark, soft hair as he went back to channel surfing. It was an undeniably good feeling to be holding Sasuke like this, though the guilt of taking advantage of the situation lingered still. Naruto settled on the history channel and spent the next hour watching documentaries and running his fingers through Sasuke’s hair when he felt the boy stir. He froze as Sasuke shifted and lifted his head, jumping slightly when he realized that he wasn’t in his own bed. He groaned and glanced up at Naruto.
What time is it?” He asked sleepily. Pushing himself up to sit straddling Naruto’s hips.
“About 3:30.” Naruto answered him, watching as he stretched his arms over his head, the hem of his shirt raising up to show his stomach and abs, and resisted the urge to tough him.
Sasuke nodded, and to Narutos surprise, he lay back down with his on Naruto’s shoulder, adjusting his body slightly to make himself more comfortable. He was quiet for a bit and Naruto wondered if he’d fallen back asleep, so he resumed running his fingers through Sasuke’s hair. He startled Naruto when he asked, “You like this sort of thing?”
“What? Documentaries?” He chuckled, and Sasuke shifted to look up at him.
“Yeah, I kind of figured sports were more your thing.” He was close enough that Naruto could feel his breath against his jaw.
“No. I never really played sports. The military was the first really active thing I ever did.” He looked down at Sasuke who was still watching him intently. “Why, would you rather watch sports? You’re the one who plays them.”
Sasuke shook his head. His gaze never left Naruto’s face, but he also didn’t say anymore. They stayed, staring at each other before Naruto raised to brush Sasuke’s hair back from his face. He leaned into the touch and his eyes closed briefly, before focusing on Naruto more intently, almost pleading. He knew what that look meant, what Sasuke wanted, and he longed to give it to him. He propped himself up on his elbow and leaned in for the kiss. Sasuke met him half way and he felt his hands tighten in the fabric of the shirt on his sides. It was a short kiss before Naruto pulled away pressing their foreheads together. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered against Sasuke’s lips.
“Yeah, probably not.” He shifted to pushed Naruto back, straddling his hips again, and crushed their lips back together in a hungrier kiss. Naruto pushed himself up into a sitting position so that he was holding Sasuke in his lap. The boys fingers dove into blond hair to pull Naruto closer and deepen the already rough kiss, and Naruto’s hands began roaming up Sasuke’s pale thighs. Just as he pulled Sasuke’s hips down into his own, there came the slam of a door, laughter, and footsteps on the stairs. They flew apart to sit opposite each other on the couch, neither ready to be discovered just yet. Deidara and Kisame entered the room. Deidara was talking loudly, and saying as he walked, his long blonde hair all over his face. Kisame looked annoyed and headed straight for his room without acknowledging Naruto or or Sasuke.
“Oh, come one!” Deidra called after him.
“Dude,” Naruto said to him sternly, “It is four in the morning.”
“Shut up!” Deidara snapped loudly, and plopped himself on the couch and between them and began to sob uncontrollably. Naruto sighed, knowing that he would be the one that had to deal with him tonight. He looked over at Sasuke who was staring pointedly at the TV but his fingers kept running along his lips, and he seemed to be in a bit of a daze. Naruto smiled and stood up, drawing the boy’s attention. He winked at him and pale cheeks turned red, even in the dim light. He gave a slight nod back and also stood to head for the stairs as fast as he could without running. Naruto turned his attention back to the sobbing Deidara.
“He hates me, too.” Deidara whimpered referring to Sasuke’s retreating back. Naruto didn’t respond at first. It was true, Sasuke didn’t seem to like Deidara very much. The blondes explosive nature seemed to irritate him and the two often butted heads.
“Come on,” he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. He continued to cry, saying things that were unintelligible through his tears, but Naruto got the gist of what seemed to be a fight between him and Kisame. “I know, I’m sorry.” He told him, though he want really listening. His mind had wandered back to Sasuke and smiled at the feeling that he would Indeed be seeing a lot more of the boy in his bed.
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