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The Sitter	By : KitsuneArasi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from Naruto in any way. Nearly put out my eye with that ninjutsu game toy. -.-

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A/N: Another update for all of you. I'm sorry it took so long. The next chapter will be ready to go soon. :) A special thanks to Carousel for getting me up and at 'em.

The Sitter
Part Seven: The Bomb Shelter
-Mm. Tastes like glitter.-
"This isn't funny I'll kill you this isn't funny I hate you I hate you I hate you, you shit."
Naruto laughed.
The best way to sober up a drunk person was, apparently, to load them on the back of a motorcycle. Maybe the open air did them good.
Or maybe it was just the time it took Naruto to get them where they were going safely with a death grip on his ribs. He didn't really trust his passenger to keep it PG after the pants incident.
By the time they'd hit the first stop light, Sasuke was plastered to his back, muttering something that sounded vaguely German into Naruto's jacket.
"That's daddy's dollar hard at work!" Naruto sang.
A growl rumbled against his back, and there was a punctuated crushing of his spleen.
"Ngeep�okay! O-kay! I'm sorry, low blow!"
The pressure abated, "Better. Where are we going?"
Naruto looked back over his shoulder, opening his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the blaring of a horn.
Sasuke's death grip came back full force, and Naruto felt a sudden urge to break some faces.
"Hey, lovebirds! The light's green!"
Naruto's shoulders tensed, and he gunned the engine before taking off, "Fuck you too, candyass!"
Sasuke rolled his eyes, but his hold relaxed again, just a bit.
"Hey, Sasuke?"
"What?"
"How do you feel about 'art'?"
"'The Bomb Shelter'?"
"Mmhm."
"That doesn't sound like 'art'. That sounds like part of a government conspiracy. I...," Sasuke eyed Naruto suspiciously, "Is there something I should know? Is this some kind of test? Because if Itachi put you up to this, I swear�"
A tan hand clapped over Sasuke's mouth, "You do not want to mention the government in there."
"What? What did you do, sign me on for terrorist training? No. No way, no. Is that what that tattoo is? I knew it meant something�"
"You really have a thing with tattoos, don't you? That's kind of cute and creepy at the same time. But, yeah. No. We're not training for anything. It's just, I'm pretty sure Deidara�that's my friend, the owner�I'm pretty sure he's ex-IRA, or something. Definitely an anarchist. Big into 'bang', if you catch my drift."
"He makes bombs."
"Used to. He used to make bombs."
"Now?"
"He sticks mostly to paints and clay. ...Mostly."
"I get it. Very ominous. You didn't strike me as the free-form gallery type."
Naruto grinned, "There's a night club underneath."
"Yo! Deidara!"
"Naruto. What took you, un?"
The two clasped hands as Sasuke watched.
"So this is the date, un?"
"Ye�wait. How the hell did you know?"
A wide, devilish grin, "Everyone knows."
"'Everyone'?"
"And their grandmothers. Kiba told Ino."
Naruto shrieked, "Ino? Does he want me dead?"
Deidara shrugged, "Couldn't say, but you might as well enjoy your last night, un? Show your date around."
"But�"
"Come on, genius." Sasuke grabbed his collar, choking off his protest and tugging him along rather efficiently.
"But-kk�Sasuke, you don't understand!"
"Understand what? Didn't you say you would show me where to have fun?"
"Y-yeah, but..."
"Well, right now, I'm not having fun."
"Sasuke, you don't get it. They're going to kill me."
Sasuke stopped short, turning around and crossing his arms as Naruto attempted to right himself, "They're not going to kill you."
"Weren't you the one talking about how obsessive they all are? Do you know what they do to people who get in the way? Man, have you never watched Lifetime? They're going to start cutting my brake lines�"
"You don't have a car."
"So? They'll cut Iruka's brake lines! Or�or worse! They'll hold him hostage! And then�they'll hold my dad hostage, Sasuke!"
"Wow."
"Yeah. Wow."
"You're completely brain-dead."
"Hey! Get back here!"
But Sasuke was already off.
"...There's a hatch in the floor."
"Well, yeah. How else do you get to a bomb shelter? But hold on. You called me brain-dead, you jerk! I'm not just gonna let that slide."
Sasuke sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before staring directly into Naruto's bigs blues, "Look, Naruto. I'll make you a deal. If you can help me make the best of this stupid buzz, and the headache that will, inevitably, ensue, I will protect you from my own personal stalker-brigade. Your proverbial brake lines will remain uncut, and your parents will be safe from any and all hostage situations."
"So you'll help me? If I...?"
Sasuke smirked, moving in so his lips hovered beside the blonde's ear, "If you dance with me."
"G-gah! Don't do that, man!"
"No deal?"
"Deal! Just don't...ugh...just...c'mon." Naruto pulled open the hatch, waiting for Sasuke to descend first before taking a deep breath.
"I can't wait to see all the little Uchimaki babies, un."
"Shut up!"
The Bomb Shelter's dance club was, as it turned out, rather impressive.
The place was like a huge cavern with sturdy metal catwalks lining the walls and dancing cages littered in strategic areas.
The ground floor boasted an elevated dance floor overlooked by the DJ booth, the VIP area, and a well-stocked bar. Strobe lights, lasers, and various other effect machines illuminated the mass of pulsing bodies periodically, and mist machines kept the dancers just cool enough to avoid overheating.
The music seemed to come from everywhere, echoing off the walls and rumbling through everything before settling in his heart and belly.
Sasuke didn't know whether to be interested or intimidated.
Until he felt Naruto's hand on his back. He glanced sideways, and his breath hitched, if only for a moment.
The blonde had pulled off his undershirt and stuffed it half into the hem of his pants, baring a gloriously tan chest and well-defined abs. Not to mention the tattoo that had sparked so much interest in the dark-haired man.
He watched Naruto's muscles quiver as he laughed, "Nice, huh?"
"Shut up and take me down there, moron."
"As my master wishes."
By the time they made it to a decent spot on the dance floor, the song had drawn to its conclusion, and the DJ was saying something about 'oomph'.
Sasuke had a hard time paying attention with all those muscles and all that ink staring back at him.
Naruto chuckled�Sasuke could tell, again, from the ripple in his muscles�before grasping Sasuke by the shoulders and turning him around, "Don't normally dance with guys, remember?"
"Don't dance at all. How are we doing this?"
"Like...," Warm hands settled about his waist, drawing him snuggly up against Naruto's pelvis, "this."
"H-hey..." Sasuke tried to move away, at least a bit, but Naruto held him close, moving both of them to the music.
The blonde leaned in to be heard above the intro of the music, "You set my world on fire. You're such an awesome liar."
"Gh?"
"You put my soul on ice. I'm gonna pay the price."
Singing�no, not singing�he was growling along with the song. And it was hot.
"Sh-shit. Ah..." Sasuke let out a strangled breath as he leaned backwards, pressing his face into the side of Naruto's neck, "You idiot. Haa..."
"Ah-" Naruto flushed, realizing exactly what he was doing to his dark-haired dance partner and, quite rapidly, what he was doing to himself, "I'm, uh...gonna die tomorrow, right?"
"I already told you, idiot�"
"Right. So I'll make the best of what I've got."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome."
It was about then that Sasuke felt a warm, calloused hand edging smoothly under the hem of his pants. Make the best of it, indeed.
Sasuke opened his mouth to protest, but shut it quickly as curious fingers traced over a very sensitive part of his anatomy.
Ah, what the hell.
Naruto could be straight again tomorrow.

A/N: Here you go, dolls. Hope you enjoyed it.
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