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Luck	By : perfectionscat Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1167 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Just my general warning - This part has stripping and sex. Now you all know what you're getting into. Enjoy! /Author's Note

Uzumaki Naruto�s apartment was everything Sasuke had expected and everything he never wanted to see. Clothes lay scattered over every possible piece of furniture, shirts draping over chairs, pants lounging along the couch. Even piled on top of the tiny table Sasuke figured was some sort of excuse for a dining piece. Glancing into the kitchen brought a whole new world of mess into his view. What appeared to be at least a week�s worth of pizza boxes stacked along the counters with empty ramen cups filling the cracks between them.

�Don�t you ever clean this place?� the Architecture major muttered into Naruto�s ear. He was still leaning against the blond, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, as they stumbled further into the apartment.

�Huh?� Naruto replied distractedly. Bright blues eyes scanned the room before him, darted over the cluttered couch and chairs, and finally settled on the sliver of wall that signaled the end of the kitchen and the start of the living area. �Can you lean against here?�

Sasuke twisted his head to the side, gave one scoffing huff as he pulled himself away from the blond and stood. Well, tottered was more like it, but with every passing minute he could feel the alcohol in his system burning off, sights and sounds becoming sharper and more distinct.

With his motor skills under some semblance of control, the dark-haired prodigy turned himself about and fell against the wall with a dull smack. Lips pulled apart slightly as a puff of air fled past. A low sigh of relief that made Naruto grin. Slowly, Sasuke slid himself to the ground, set his head against the wall, and shut his eyes.

Behind him, he could hear Naruto rummaging through the refrigerator. A moment later, the blond appeared with two plastic bottles in hand, each containing an unnaturally bright liquid.

�Drink this,� he said, handing one of the plastic containers to him. The contents looked dark, nearly black in the lack of lighting. When Sasuke failed to accept the offering, he tossed it at him. �It�s grape.�

As if that explained everything. �Grape what?� Sasuke demanded, eyeing the cool bottle now sitting in his lap.

�Gatorade. Trust me, you�ll feel a hell of a lot better in the morning if you drink it.�

Twisting open his own bottle of orange-flavored sports drink, Naruto tossed the black cap into the trash, or what Sasuke assumed was the trash. Given the state of the apartment, the Sociology major could have been tossing the damn thing onto the floor for all he knew.

�Sorry it�s such a mess,� Naruto tried to explain, a sheepish grin playing upon his lips. �I normally clean it if I�m expecting people, but well�you were unexpected.�

�How do you live in such a place?� Sasuke turned his gaze upward, caught the tail end of a shrug before Naruto�s shoulders settled back into place. Another long swig of Gatorade was taken, the action only irritating the Architecture major. With a click of his tongue, he turned to his own bottle and tore off the cap.

The blond stared down at Sasuke, mouth still entertaining the remnants of a smile. �I just don�t spend that much time here. Sleep, eat, if that.�

�Then shouldn�t this place be spotless?� It made perfect sense to Sasuke. He barely spent time in his own apartment. Like most architecture students, once the semester was in full swing, he spent most of his time in one of the studios or holed up in the department�s library. Working endlessly on one project or another through most of the night.

�Don�t worry. The bedroom�s pretty much spotless. I barely make it there most nights. That�s why the living room looks so bad,� Naruto laughed. Which was entirely true. By the time he got back from the bar, he usually only had enough energy in him to strip down and pass out on the couch. Sometimes even the chair, which was closest to the door. And there was the one time he had curled up on the table�

Sasuke made a small grunting noise, indicating he no longer really cared about the subject, then quietly began nursing his sports drink. One small sip after another. Contemplating some fact or scenario or memory. Naruto couldn�t really tell, not that it mattered.

�I�ve gotta take a piss.� Tilting his head back, the blond chugged the rest of his Gatorade. With a satisfied sigh, he tossed the bottle in the same direction the cap had traveled.

Sasuke watched, somewhat bemused now by the whole situation, as the plastic container sailed into the air and disappeared around the corner. Cautiously, he began to shimmy himself up the wall, one hand clenching the half-finished bottle while the other steadied himself against the smooth white surface.

Dark eyes followed Naruto as he stepped around him, then slipped down the shadow-stained hallway. There was a metallic click as the door to the bathroom was shut followed by the struggling whir of the lightning as it flickered into life.

Making sure he was as steady as he felt, the Architecture major began to pursue the blond down the hall. Fingers were dragged along the wall with each step, swerving up and down over the paint. Sasuke wasn�t quite sure why he decided to take off after him. Probably would have been much smarter to sit on the floor and sleep this whole night off. Then again, there wasn�t a whole lot that he could explain about the night.

When Naruto opened the door, it was to find Sasuke staring into his bottle, mesmerized by the sloshing of its purple contents. Black fangs of hair curved over his face, carving into his delicate features with careless strokes. It reminded him of the moment he had first heard Sasuke�s voice that night, telling him that beneath the coldly constructed exterior lay a world of hellfire. Scorching and consuming. And that beneath that was an overwhelming loneliness.

Naruto slipped his hand along the prodigy�s jaw, the tips of calloused fingers brushing up along the pale expanse of skin, splaying out over his cheek. It amazed him, how smooth the young man�s skin was. Unmarred by the sun and wind. Reminding him yet again how different their lives were. Reminded him, painfully, of why he had always disliked Uchiha Sasuke.

Startled, Sasuke stared up at him, dark eyes once again wide. Fingers carefully capped the bottle, reason urging them into motion though he was unaware of its presence. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was certain he was going to drop the container.

�You really are cute,� Naruto stated, this time a small tremor of wonder shaking his voice. Then it was gone, lips curving into a smile born of confident mischief, blue eyes sparking with re-found intent.

�And you�re drunk. Now, get off of me.�

�No.�

�Get�off,� the Architecture major repeated. He had meant to sound more menacing than he had, but there was some part of him that was preventing his bite from exhibiting the full-extent of its poisonous ability. Or maybe it was still the alcohol. He was finding that its effects were fading in and out now. One minute fully clouding his thoughts, the next leaving him as clear-headed as he had been before stepping into the bar that night.

�Oh, I will,� Naruto teased, pressing himself closer.

�I thought you were attracted to women.�

�I�m attracted to you.�

�Is that you or the alcohol talking?� And as soon as those words had left his mouth, Sasuke cringed. Yet again betrayed by his own self, and he simply couldn�t understand why.

�Mmm�both.� The blond grinned, slipped his hands under Sasuke�s coat. Slowly, he began to pull it off of his shoulders, inching the thick black material away from that slender form. With a muted thud, the coat fell to the carpet below, the sound drawing even more mischief into Naruto�s eyes.

As Naruto�s hands began to slip along his shirt, Sasuke found himself straightening up once again, muscles tensing. Waiting for the chance to spring away. A chance, as he began to think about it, he probably wasn�t going to get. �What are you doing?�

The blond tilted his head to the side, mouth still curved by a wickedly amused smile. For a moment, he did nothing but stare, eyes dancing over the features of the face before him. A face which no longer displayed confusion or fear, but a resolute need to know. A need to be in control, which unfortunately for Sasuke, Naruto had no intention of handing over.

�Should I stop?� Naruto murmured, settling his lips against the curve of Sasuke�s neck. Stamping one heavy kiss before trailing his way upwards. Stopped at the base of Sasuke�s ear, delighted that beneath his touch, the Architecture major was as wound up as a ball of string. The bottle cracked against the wall, fell to the ground with a watery thump.

That was a damning question. Either answer would betray some part of his own self. Sasuke shut his eyes, mind whirling as a flurry of potential solutions rained down. Yet nothing satisfied him. Didn�t want to give in. Didn�t want to walk away. Again, Sasuke began to silently blame the alcohol, which he was entirely certain was the only reason he was finding himself in debate over this matter.

�Well, while you decide what it is you want�� Naruto whispered, �I�ll continue to entertain myself.�

Work-worn hands pressed against the prodigy�s sides, slipped their way around and up along the trail of pearly-white buttons. The look was well suited for the youngest Uchiha. Not quite the avant-garde style of his older brother, which was like a head-on collision between punk-rock and Abercrombie and Fitch. Disordered in that sleekly fashionable sort of way.

Sasuke, on the other hand, was simple. Collected. Just a smoothly tailored dress shirt, white with stripes of navy blue racing down in alternating thin and thick portions. And the jeans he wore were well-fitted, obviously designer, and yet made to look as if they had suffered the abuse any average-working citizen might put them through. Strategic rips and scuff marks decorating the dark blue denim.

Naruto was going to have fun with this. Carefully deconstructing the Architecture major until he sat as human as Naruto knew him to be. That young man with hellfire simmering beneath his gaze and a world of pain driving his every action. There was something terribly enticing about pulling down convention.

�You�re going to love me by the end of this.�

�Why are you doing this?� Sasuke huffed as the blond popped loose the first button of his shirt.

�Because I�m drunk,� Naruto stated. Calloused hands drifted lower, fingers toying with the second button. Relieved that one of its duty. �And because despite the fact that you are an absolute asshole, I�m finding myself liking you.�

Sasuke balked at the last sentence, a scowl tearing at his lips even though he was well aware of the fact that he did indeed come across as an asshole more often than not. Though to him, that was his own personal strategy, made it easier to keep people away. Never mind that it rarely seemed to work in his case. People wanted to be near him regardless.

�You think I�m an asshole?� the Architecture major asked callously, dark eyes flashing with indignation. Now that he thought about it, no one had actually called him such to his face before.

�Yep,� the blond laughed, then settled his lips against Sasuke�s collarbone.

�But�� Naruto murmured in between his kisses, ��there�s a reason for that.�

The dark-haired prodigy squirmed, still not certain he wanted to be in this situation. As he tried to slip out towards the left, Naruto slammed his hand against the wall, catching the edge of his shirt with his fingers. Effectively, pinning him in place.

�Tch�would you let me go?� Sasuke snarled.

�I don�t feel like it,� Naruto replied, staring up into Sasuke�s face. Unable to help it, he found himself grinning at the hints of rage displayed there, at the Architecture major�s frustration.

Sasuke attempted to twist around, found he lacked the needed coordination planning his mind was usually so prompt to give. Thwarted, he growled down at Naruto, who wasn�t helping his mind concentrate any better with his nibbling. �What do you know about me?�

With a slow blink and a wide grin, the blond halted his ministrations. Though not without a lazy flick of his tongue against the patch of skin he had been teasing. �Not much, but I was trying to remedy that.�

�By getting me naked?� Sasuke, cried, exasperated all of a sudden.

�Hmm�something like that,� Naruto purred. �Does it not feel good?�

�What?�

The Sociology major dipped his head down, gently sucked at the tender flesh just beneath the ear. With a light pop, mouth giving up its hold on Sasuke�s skin, Naruto brushed his lips against the prodigy�s ear. �Does that feel good?�

Naruto�s actions sent a shiver rolling down his spine, sent an army of goose bumps crawling over his skin. Sasuke felt his muscles tighten up again, though this time in anticipation, not fear. Against his cheek, he could feel the blond�s lips pulling into a smile, one he imagined to be wholly amused by his last reaction. His mouth would say one thing, his body another. And he knew Naruto could tell where the lie was coming from.

�Yes,� Sasuke hissed.

�Good,� Naruto said as fingers promptly resumed their former task of removing his shirt. One by one, slipping each button free of its material confines. And with every button conquered, Naruto would take a moment to slip a hand over the newly exposed span of skin. Each taunting brush of his fingertips causing Sasuke�s muscles of contract and release in steady waves of expectancy.

When he had finished, Naruto set the palms of his hands flat over Sasuke�s stomach, carefully began to skate them over his body. The Architecture major was as willowy as he had seemed, though there was a good deal of muscle beneath his skin. Enough to make Naruto believe the dark-haired prodigy could hold his own in a fight.

And he found himself oddly attracted to that fact, that deceptive strength. Uchiha Sasuke was not someone he could simply manhandle, which made their situation all the more curious. Naruto began to laugh, fingers tracing the fine lines of musculature cut across Sasuke�s chest and stomach. �If you�re built like this, why didn�t you try to stop me?�

�Did you think that because I�m some rich kid I just looked nice?� Sasuke muttered, disgruntled by the blond�s laughter at finding him unexpectedly toned. �Or that because I�m in the Architecture department, I couldn�t defend myself?�

�No, no,� Naruto said, voice still tied up by amusement. �It�s just, you seemed so pissed off! Why didn�t you stop me?�

�I�m drunk, dumbass.�

�Well, in that case, I�ll stop if you truly want me to. I�m not about to force you,� the blond answered, tone dead with seriousness. He gave a light cough, began to pull himself away from Sasuke�s body.

But before he could move himself more than a few inches, the Architecture major leaned out and caught the blond with his lips. Pressed his mouth solidly against Naruto�s until the surprise wore off and Naruto moved back in.

Sasuke coiled his hand around Naruto�s right shoulder and dug his fingers into his hair, twisting the blond locks around his fingertips. When they broke apart, he leaned his forehead against Naruto�s, breathlessly whispered, �Don�t stop.�

Now there was a surprise. The Sociology major hadn�t expected that at all from Sasuke. Bright blue eyes blinked a few times as his mind sought to situate them once more. He could feel Sasuke�s fingers pressing against the back of his head, could feel the heat of his breath against his lips. Tilting his head up, Naruto caught the tip of the prodigy�s nose and settled a light kiss against it.

�Are you sure?�

But no answer came. Only the tightening of his shirt around his neck as Sasuke�s fingers collected the navy material and began tugging it up over his back.

�Heh, do you say that to every one you bring back here?� the dark-haired prodigy asked, insolence overriding the joking attempt. Sasuke found he didn�t particularly like contemplating Naruto�s other partners.

�Say what?� the blond breathed out. Currently too caught up in making his mark upon Sasuke�s neck to pay attention to anything else.

He felt a constricting pressure around his chest as Sasuke plucked the front of his shirt away from his skin and twisted it within his hand. �This��

Reluctantly, the blond shifted his gaze downward, caught the scrunched up letters. What did he wear tonight? Lips moving as he silently began running through his dress routine from earlier, Naruto tried to recall which T-shirt he had pulled from his closet. Navy blue, broad white letters scrawled over the chest. I�ll call. I swear.

He began to laugh despite himself. �Ah�that.�

�Well�?� Sasuke pressed. Couldn�t stop himself from wanting to know. Even so, slender fingers gripped the edge of the shirt and tugged upwards.

As Naruto let the prodigy start stripping him of the apparently offensive top, he scrambled for an answer. �Eh�well�.I�ve never been in a situation like this. So I haven�t exactly used that line��

Sasuke halted, leaving the upper portion of Naruto�s torso trapped within the T-shirt. �What�s that supposed to mean?�

�It means, I�ve umm�never�with someone like you.�

Sasuke stared at the blond, not quite certain he wanted to believe that line. Found he had no choice really as the light from the bathroom caught the rising flush spilling along his cheekbones. And as surprising as he found it, Sasuke found the situation even more amusing. Almost made him laugh out loud.

Naruto gave a low, embarrassed laugh. �I mean, not that it�s that hard to figure out. How to and all�Yeah.�

�So, you were attracted to women.�

�Not now.�

�Not now?�

�I told you, asshole. I'm attracted to you. And I can�t really explain it, so don�t ask,� Naruto muttered, burying his head against Sasuke�s shoulder. Lips pressed absently against the nearest portion of skin, hands once again seeking out the smooth expanse of skin they had worked so hard to uncover.

Every aspect of him felt hot, as though the blush had called forth blood to every inch of Naruto�s skin. Hands burned against his stomach, lips scalding despite the near-miss kisses they were placing. Sasuke slid his hands around Naruto�s torso, pulled the young man closer to him. Suddenly felt a little more in control.

�Have you?� the blond whispered.

Sasuke halted, fingers digging into Naruto�s back as the question reformed itself inside his head. A bleak smile settled over his lips, though the Sociology major couldn�t see it. To ensure that he didn�t, Sasuke lowered his head, let his teeth graze along the blond�s exposed neck. �Can I finish stripping you?�

�Eh?� Naruto lifted his head, caught the darkly mischievous look in Sasuke�s eyes. �You really�want to?�

�If you keep asking questions, I�m not going to want to!� the Architecture major exclaimed as he gave a firm tug on the shirt.

With a grin, the blond lifted up his arms, let the shirt sweep up and over his head. Before he could lower his hands though, the cottony material still wrapped around his wrists, Sasuke leaned in and captured Naruto�s lips with his mouth.

The prodigy relinquished his hold on the T-shirt, slipped his arms down and around Naruto�s body. Fingers once again reclaimed their previous position, swimming through the bright blond locks with no other purpose than to feel. Softly, Sasuke shifted his attention to Naruto�s lower lip, carefully suckling on the tender flesh until the blond moaned.

Tossing his shirt to the ground, Naruto pulled the prodigy against him. Began to draw him backwards into the bedroom, which was just as clean as he had promised earlier. He was suddenly aware that he had yet to divest Sasuke of his dress shirt, the material rubbing against his knuckles as his hands dug into the Architecture major�s back.

The blond drew his arms back around and sent his hands north where they attacked the smooth cloth still straddling Sasuke�s chest. Gripping the edges, Naruto pulled down on the sleeves, left the shirt in their wake as they continued on towards the bed.

When his knees hit the back of the bed, Naruto sat back, hands suddenly diving down, fingers digging into the top edge of Sasuke�s jeans. Not ready to let the dark-haired prodigy sit, Naruto settled his lips just beneath his bellybutton. After administering a series of kisses to the area, each one marking a path downward, Naruto blew gently across the pale skin.

�Would you quit that, dumbass? It tickles,� Sasuke muttered as the hair along his body rose away from his skin.

The blond laughed. �Just highlighting your happy trail��

�My what?�

Another spurt of laughter as bright blue eyes caught Sasuke�s gaze. Fingers made quick work of the belt holding the denim on his hips, peeled back the material to expose the path of black hair that ran from his bellybutton to his groin. Naruto dragged his index finger along it, pulling Sasuke�s boxers down slightly, and grinned as he noted the awakening arousal just underneath.

�That�s�your happy trail.�

�I can see that,� Sasuke scowled. He stepped back, pulled off his shoes and socks. Let his jeans fall to the floor with the muted metal clicking of the belt concealed within the cloth.

Rather than get up and follow suit, Naruto simply sat back on his elbows, watched the near-naked son of the Uchiha family. He found the scene rather arousing, even as Sasuke stood there glaring at his lack of action. Found it somewhat amusing that now that the prodigy stood there like this in his bedroom, he couldn�t deny that the young man was gorgeous. That dark sort of beauty, full of hidden imperfection that, in the right view, made him all the more beautiful.

�Would you get naked already?� Sasuke asked, though it seemed more like a command.

Naruto laughed, slowly pushed himself off of the bed. He made his way to Sasuke, and once before him, slipped his hand behind the young man�s head and pulled him into a kiss.

For a moment, the Architecture major struggled against the action, hands pushing against the blond�s chest. Stubbornly insisting that he wasn�t about to be the only one standing exposed like that. Then, Sasuke stopped, giving himself over to Naruto�s demanding mouth. But not, as the blond was about to find out, because he had given in.

Delicate hands twisted their way down over Naruto�s chest, nails dragging down over the tanned skin until fingers hit upon the edge of his pants. Once there, they loosened the belt, but instead of dropping his jeans to the floor, Sasuke slid his hand under the material, beneath the cotton boxers. The blond gasped as fingers danced along his erection.

�That�s not fair, Sasuke! At least wait until I�m naked!�

Surprisingly soft fingertips skimmed along the underside of his cock. With a smirk, Sasuke poured his words into Naruto�s ear. �You take too long.�

�Just�give me a second,� the blond whined, wanting to dance away from the Architecture major but unwilling to give up the pleasurable sensations that were snaking their way up from his groin.

Satisfied with the thought that things were finally getting somewhere, Sasuke removed his hand and stood back, arms crossed over his chest as he waited from Naruto to strip down.

Muttering, though entirely amused by the situation, the blond stepped out of his shoes and kicked them to the side. He tossed a grin in Sasuke�s direction, almost breaking into laughter at the intent look on his face, before hooking his thumbs along the top most edge of his jeans. Made a last minute decision � he wasn�t about to be topped by Uchiha Sasuke � and with one fell motion, stood stark naked before the dark-haired prodigy.

He leaned forward and gathered up his clothes, stopping a moment to pull off his socks before tossing the pile by the dresser. �Now��

Sasuke quirked a brow at the word, took a step towards the blond. �What?�

Closing the gap between them with a few short strides, Naruto drew his body up against Sasuke�s. Shuddered with desire as the tip of his cock rubbed against the smooth material of the prodigy�s boxers, the hardness that lay beneath. He could feel Sasuke�s lips hot against his shoulder, nipping and teasing along his collarbone. With a glance downward, he caught those dark eyes fastened on his face, studying each and every reaction. Absorbing every ounce of him.

Naruto lifted his right hand, caught Sasuke�s jaw with his fingers. Cautiously, he tipped the young man�s chin up while bringing his mouth down. Let his lips linger along the edges of Sasuke�s, not quite committing, not quite pulling away. Bright blues adjusted their line of sight, skimming down over the spray of black lash, to catch Sasuke staring back up at him.

Pushing him back to the bed, Naruto finally erased the gap between their mouths. Settled his lips harder against Sasuke�s with every step backwards, tongue slipping out and demanding attention. He slid his free hand down, let it tease along the edges of the prodigy�s boxers.

Pulling back slightly, he whispered, �Take them off.�

Sasuke blinked, drawing his mind out of the sensations Naruto�s mouth had worked over his body. Silently obeyed the command, slight hands moving down the blond�s arm, tangling up among his fingers, then dipping down to tug off the cloth still separating them.

When Naruto ran his hands over his ass, Sasuke gave a low hiss. Sucked the air back up between clenched teeth when those same appendages moved to the front, thick fingers hesitantly exploring the length of his cock.

The blond couldn�t help but grin at the reaction he was getting. He loved that look, the growing flush of red over the Architecture major�s cheeks, lips drawing together as he vainly sought to shut in the sounds of desire. With each stroke, he watched as Sasuke�s mouth relaxed, parted to voice more and more of the moan dammed up in his throat. Found the whole scene was making him ache terribly, searing fire licking at his insides, hardening his erection to the point it was almost painful.

Without really knowing how it happened - want was as blinding as alcohol - Naruto found himself hovering over Sasuke, the tip of his cock pressing against the other�s ass. His body shook, needing desperately to work out all the pent-up desire it had been harboring since he had first kissed the dark-haired Architecture student.

�Are you sure this is ok?� the blond asked, the edge of fear creeping into his voice. Gently, he settled his lips between Sasuke�s shoulder blades, marveled at the warmth that greeted him.

�We�ve been through this already,� came the annoyed response, followed by a wriggling of that slight body that made Naruto ache all the more.

Needing no other encouragement, his body reacted, hips grinding against accepting flesh. In some corner of his mind, untouched by the craving to connect and release, Naruto found the situation did not perturb him as he might have thought it would only hours ago. It was natural. And it was something about the young man beneath him that made it so. Had nothing to do with the circumstances of the night, and everything to do with Uchiha Sasuke.

The whole act was a bit rougher than he expected it to be, Sasuke surprisingly capable of handling harsher physical situations than Naruto had previously thought. Liked it even, pleasured exhalations spilling out of his mouth with every thrust. Breathy and pushing for more.

And here, he had been secretly afraid he would hurt the young man. Digging his fingers into the Architecture major�s sides, the blond steadied himself, sought to keep himself in check. There was no way he was going to finish before Sasuke.

Which proved to be the case anyway. The mind can only hold off the body for so long, and before he could catch himself, Naruto found his muscles tensing in that split-second precursor to final release. He panted hard, set his forehead upon Sasuke�s back, sweat-soaked slivers of blond plastered against his skin, as he slowly brought his motions back under control.

Nearly missed his name as it was hissed out under Sasuke�s breath. Heavy and somewhat strained as the dark-haired prodigy came over the sheets. Tremors ran through the length of his figure, causing the blond to wrap his arms around him. Holding him tightly against his chest. Sasuke breathed out, exhausted, and somewhat relieved. Comforted. A terse puff of laughter slipped past his lips.

�What?� Naruto panted, once more pressing a kiss into Sasuke�s spine.

The prodigy shook his head, the motion sending a small bead of sweat rolling down the back of his neck. �Nothing, Naruto.�

�Was I bad?�

Fear once again shook his voice, though Sasuke could detect the tiredness in it as well. He waited as Naruto pulled himself out before replying. �God awful.�

�Very funny, jackass,� Naruto muttered.

With a snicker, the Architecture majored rolled up the soiled sheets beneath him, pulling them out and tossing them to the floor, before collapsing onto the mattress. �I�m sleeping here tonight.�

Naruto stared down at the naked figure curling up over his bed. He sat down, poked Sasuke in the back, then plopped down by his side. �Did you think I was going to kick you out? �Here you go, asshole, take your clothes and your Gatorade bottle and have a fun walk back butt-naked to your apartment.��

�I could see you doing that.�

�Really?�

�Would you?�

Naruto blinked over at the dark-haired prodigy, who now lay on his back, fully exposed to the night. �No! I wouldn�t do something like that. I�m not an asshole.�

Sasuke opened one eye, an amused smile toying about the edges of his lips as he examined the blond. Naruto lay on his side, a stubborn expression causing his brow to furrow and his eyes to squint. �I know. You�re a dumbass.�

�Sasuke!�

�I�m going to sleep, Naruto.� With that said, the Architecture major rolled onto his side, reached down to grab the comforter.

The blond sighed, pulled the comforter up over his hips. He lay there, quietly staring at the back of Sasuke�s head until a thought struck him. �Hey, Sasuke?�

�What?�

�Merry Christmas.�

For a moment, Naruto wondered if he had pissed off the prodigy. Maybe he was one of those guys that wanted nothing more than to sleep after sex, and being denied that, got extremely short-tempered. Well, he liked to sleep too, but even so. It was Christmas, after all. Though, the thought of having sex on Christmas didn�t exactly seem like the most moral way to celebrate the holiday. The blond grinned with guilty satisfaction. It had been rather enjoyable though�

The mattress gave a low creak as Sasuke rolled back over. Dark eyes settled upon Naruto�s face, studied the expression there intently. The vague hints of a smile ghosted over his lips as he rolled back over, pulling the comforter up over his shoulders. �Merry Christmas.�

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