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A Place to Hide	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Many
thanks to Jellybean12 for beta work!
This story was written for madSanja,
for an art exchange. The prompt was
Ino and Naruto dating, adultery, Sasuke
suffering (>.>), Ino picking up Sasuke
in her car on a rainy night, ‘some smut’… It’s all I can remember right now.
But I hope I managed to pinpoint at least some of what you wanted, Poli! ��

A Place to Hide

The rain had started long before he got off the bus at the
crossroad, but the wind showed its teeth only after Sasuke walked past the long
line of trees in the clearing. He was cold and wet, without an umbrella or
clear idea of where he was going. The sign at the crossroad said that there was
a small town with a lake resort not far away and Sasuke, tired from all the
aimless wandering he had done since he had turned his back on his brother and
walked out of the house, asked the bus driver to stop. Konoha was the name of
the town and Sasuke had decided that he would station himself there for a while
on a whim.

The late afternoon was as black as night because of the
heavy rain. The road was empty, and the steep, slippery climb, hard to conquer.
When he could already see the lights on the town, the first car showed up on
the road. It was hours too late to do anything about the water that had soaked
through to his underwear and wind was keeping even his bone marrow frozen, so
Sasuke didn’t bother trying to hitchhike.

The car slowed down with a dramatic scream of the tires and
finally ceased moving about ten meters in front of him. When Sasuke reached it,
the passenger door opened.

“Hi!” A female voice said cheerfully. “Going to Konoha?”

There was only one person in the car. Sasuke had to bend to
see the blonde hair and blue eyes of the girl at the wheel. “Yes.”

“Come in!” She called.

Sasuke warned her. “I’m wet.”

“It’s not as close as it seems.” She shook her head a
little. “I couldn’t possibly leave you here on this rain. Get in.”

Well, that wasn’t a tough sell. Sasuke got into the car. His
soaked clothes made squishy sounds; it felt like he was sitting a pond. The
warmth of the dry inside of the car stroked his wet skin lovingly for a moment,
before he accommodated and started shaking.

The car lurched to a start with a loud and violent sound.

“I’m Ino.” The girl said. She reached for something that was
on the door at her side and Sasuke leaned forward to see. It was… something
that looked suspiciously like a deformed baseball bat.

“What’s that?”

“This?” Ino smiled. “It’s just a fair warning. Cattle prod.
So we don’t get into any disagreements. It wouldn’t kill you – probably – but
it’s not pleasant.”

Sasuke returned his gaze toward the approaching lights of the
town. He had no intention of attacking anyone, but it was smart of her to have
some protection, especially if she had a habit of picking up strays on the
road.

“What’s your name?” She asked after a minute, and after he
told her, she continued, “Why are you going to Konoha? Do you have some family
there?”

“No.”

“But,” Ino glanced sideways. “The resort is closed; the
season ended a month ago.”

“There must be a motel somewhere in town.”

The lights from the first houses were rare but bright
against the evening sky. Soon, the road narrowed into the main street. Amber streetlights
were warming up the grays and blacks of the drenched town and the small stores that
lined both sides were still open. Konoha was a small place.

“There’s an inn.” Ino said when she turned to the second
street on the left. “In depends on how long are you planning to stay, but my
boyfriend has a room he’s renting. There’s no one there now, of course, because
the season is over, so you can probably have it, if you want.”

A room. It sounded like more permanent
solution. That would be alright, Sasuke had no intention of going back home any
time soon.

“I want to see it first.”

Ino nodded and continued to drive to the same direction.
“Sure. But, he’s alone there, so there are no meals or cleaning service or
anything. You get your own bathroom and you can use the kitchen whenever you
want, though.”

That actually sounded even better. Sasuke was fine with
taking care of himself. Sharing a house with one person was much better than
sharing with a whole family or other inn guests. He nodded again and Ino
smiled.

* # * # *

Naruto was struggling up the narrow staircase with his new
LCD TV in his hands. The thing was not heavy, but it was big, so he had to be
careful. It was completely new, delivered that afternoon. Naruto had ordered it
as soon as his last tenant had gotten out. He finally had his gaming room back.

Not that Ino was wrong. Renting that spare room during the
season was profitable, he earned some extra money. Thus the
new TV. But he’d missed the room anyway.

Even though Naruto knew it must be Ino from the way the door
burst open, he still cringed when she yelled, “Naruto!”

“Up here!” He yelled back. It was good she came. He had
forgotten to leave the door of the room open and didn’t want to risk using his
elbow. It was an expensive TV.

Ino was not alone. She was talking to someone – who was not
bothering to answer – and there were two sets of steps up the stairs. Naruto
waited at the top, impatiently trying to lean and see without much success. Why
couldn’t he just ignore Ino when she started
to talk like that, without pissing her off?

As she passed the curve, Naruto finally saw the person with
her. It was a guy. A stranger.

His suspicions were confirmed when Ino’s smile solidified as
she glanced up at Naruto. “This is your new tenant. If he
likes it here.”

If the new potential tenant liked it in Naruto’s house, he
was not showing it. He was not even bothering to look around. He was looking at
Naruto without any expression on his pale, wet face. If Naruto were willing to
let go of his new TV for that long, he would give him a towel, just because
there were water drops in his eyelashes that were very hard not to stare at.

Naruto blinked and shifted his gaze to the dark drenched
strands of hair that were sticking to the guy’s neck. He opened his mouth and
managed a “Hi.”

“Is that the room?” The stranger asked, undisturbed by
Naruto’s inappropriate staring. “Can I see it?”

“Yes, of course!” Ino answered immediately. Naruto recovered
enough to glare at her, but she ignored him. He did not want tenants, damn it!
He had just gotten his room back, he wanted it for himself. And he did not want
this person to live in his house. He didn’t seem very nice.

Ino opened the door and let the guy inside. They both passed
Naruto, but after the stranger walked into the room, he left the door wide
open. Pretty considerate – for someone who didn’t know how to
say ‘hello’. Naruto followed them in and left the big TV in its place.

Ino was talking, “See, there’s a nice view from the window –
but this house is on the edge of town, so every room has a lovely view. You
have a large closet over here – Naruto, why are your things in here? Take them
out! Oh, and see? Naruto just bought a new television!”

“What? No!” Naruto panicked. “That’s mine, I bought it for
me!”

“Then why is it in the room you’re renting?”

“I wasn’t planning to rent it again. The TV is mine.”

Ino sighed, like she was talking to an idiot. “You have a
better chance of renting the room out if you have a TV in it.”

“There’s a TV in the living room, he can use that one.”
Naruto insisted. If he had to give up his room again, he was keeping his new TV.
So he repeated once again, for good measure, “The TV is mine, I’m taking it to
my room.”

Ino narrowed her eyes until they her blue irises disappeared.
Her mouth was opening and Naruto cringed, expecting a storm… But she got cut
off.

“I don’t watch television.” The potential tenant said. “Is
that the bathroom?”

Ino and Naruto fell silent. They followed the guy as he
walked into the small but well kept bathroom – it wasn’t being used at all,
except in a case of emergency. He tried the taps and flushed the toilet twice
in a row.

“Fine.” Was the
verdict. “I’m taking it. Leave me now so I can take a shower.”

What a jerk. A total asshole. But
he was letting Naruto have his TV, which was good – no fight with Ino and,
well, extra money was good, too. He may as well stay. And he should definitely
take a shower to warm up and put on something dry. The clothes he was wearing were
so wet they were clinging to him like second skin, and dripping all over the
place.

“Okay, then. I’m going home.” Ino said cheerfully. “It was
good to meet you, Sasuke! I hope the room suits you.”

She pulled Naruto out of the bathroom with her. The door
closed behind them without an answer. At least Naruto caught the name. It would
be kind of stupid to ask someone who had spent the night in your house for a name
over the breakfast.

“Why did you bring him here?” Naruto demanded as soon as
they were out of the room. “You know I was looking forward to having the room
back!”

Ino hissed at him, “You can play video games in your own room.
He was walking on the road to town, in this rain. I couldn’t leave him there.”

“You could have pointed out the inn.” Naruto told her. “You
shouldn’t pick up strangers anyway. He could have raped you or something.”

“I have my prod.”

Naruto groaned. Why was she so stubborn? “That thing’s not even
working, Ino!”

“Well, when you get money from this guy, you can buy me a taser.”
She answered and leaned in for a kiss. She smelled nice; Naruto could recognize
the subtle scent of rain and soil under her perfume. He loved it and gathered
her closer in his arms.

“Are you gonna stay over?”

“Not tonight.” Ino answered with a sigh. She was like a
kitten, scratching and hissing, only to melt under a couple of strokes. “I
promised my father I’d help him with setting up the new greenhouse and I
skipped today to buy you your birthday present. I have to help him first thing
in the morning.”

“What did you buy me?” Naruto grinned. He was pretty sure
she wouldn’t tell him, but he had to ask.

“A book.” Ino answered easily,
trying to wriggle out of the hug. Naruto let his mouth fall open in disbelief
–surely she wasn’t serious? He had loads of books he’d inherited and the only
person that bothered with them was Sakura. �

But Ino lost her fight to try and keep her face straight and
laughed at him. She waved him goodbye and when she walked out, Naruto could
still hear her peals of laughter on the other side of the door.

Naruto returned to the living room a few minutes later, wondering
how the hell he had managed to leave his new TV in the room upstairs and if it would
be safe to go back to get it.

* # * # *

One week after he arrived in Konoha, Sasuke was standing at
his window, behind the curtain. He was watching Naruto as he cut trees for
firewood with a red axe. It was fascinating. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly
was so fascinating about watching a grown man working in the backyard in a thin
shirt on a cold day, but he couldn’t stop staring.

Naruto was…

Well, his first impression was that Naruto was an idiot. That
hadn’t changed. The problem was that Naruto was also cheerful, easygoing and
harder to avoid than Itachi. His house was not small, but the entire ground
floor was one large room that included a kitchen, dining and living room and a
lot of open, useless space broken only by a few pillars. With the rainy weather
outside, his only choices were to either sit alone in his room or sit
downstairs where Naruto always was and was forever talking. And in some cases…it wasn’t too bad. Mostly because there
was no way Naruto could make him answer a question, and got amusingly
frustrated whenever Sasuke would say that it was none of his business to ask
anyway.

It was the first sunny day since he had come to Konoha. He had
been in town once; Ino had given him a ride. There was nothing to see. People
were used to strangers, so the group drinking and watching the rain from the
porch of the store barely glanced at him. He had bought stuff he thought he
would need using cash, to spite Itachi, and returned to Naruto’s home. It
wasn’t wonderful, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, either.

It was fairly good. Kitchen was clean, bathroom was clean, and
the sheets were clean. Naruto was easier on the eyes than he was on the easr and it was a damn shame a remote with a mute function had
not been included in the package with him. But today, from
the other side of the window...

Naruto was not sweating. He was not straining himself. He
seemed to like spending time outside in the sun, and the way he was moving around
made it seem like cutting trees wasn’t hard work, and suddenly, Sasuke wanted
some fresh air.

He walked out in his long sleeved shirt. It was cold; even
the sunlight on his skin felt like it had teeth.

Sasuke wandered around the yard for while. There were half a
dozen walnut trees lining the path toward the shed in the back. They were all
huge, much taller than the house, with some branched low enough to hide a large
part of the house when looked at from the yard. The leaves ware beginning to
fall off, so the ground beneath was like a carpet with spots of amber. A squeaky, wet carpet. Meh.

Loud thudding snapped Sasuke’s attention back to Naruto
every so often. The logs he was cutting had been covered during the rain, so
they were dry under the canopy of the walnut treetops.

Naruto caught his gaze while taking a short breathing break
and grinned, “Wanna give it a go?”

“Why would I want to do that?”

Naruto shrugged. “You seemed interested.”

Interested? Watching Naruto go back to his work, raising the
axe above his head and letting it fall down on the right place to split the log
in half, while exposing every tense, nicely shaped muscle on his body, Sasuke
smiled to himself. Yeah, interested. Good word choice
for once, Naruto.

“Fine.” Sasuke found himself
saying. “Show me.”

As Naruto stopped to wait for him and grinned again, warning
bells in Sasuke’s head jangled about blonde girlfriends with rights. Sasuke
ignored them. He was just getting a little taste. That was all. It wouldn’t
even be a proper taste, more like… a sniff. It wasn’t as if Naruto would even
notice.

“Here,” Naruto said, giving him the axe. “Hold it like this,
not too low but not at the very end either.” Sasuke took the axe, very
deliberately causing some skin on skin contact under the pretense of trying to
hold the axe exactly the way Naruto had been. Naruto wore no gloves. His hands
had to be bumpy and rough from the manual labor. Sasuke imagined them stroking his
thighs and shivered violently. “Maybe you should have dressed warmer. It’s colder
then it seems.”

Sasuke ignored Naruto’s worried tone. “Now
what?” �

After a moment of hesitation, Naruto explained, “Try to hit
the middle of the log with the middle of the edge.” Sasuke did not let go of the
axe as Naruto moved it to show him where to aim. The axe under their hands made
a mark on the log. “The wood is not knotted; one solid hit should do it.”

One solid hit did it. Naruto had moved so he would not get in
the way. Sasuke broke the log without much effort and was rewarded with a huge
grin. It was just a small thing, but Sasuke answered with a self satisfied
smirk anyway. The last thing he expected was for Naruto to step back from him
like the axe he had been reaching for burned him.

“Er.” He said. Sasuke was almost sure Naruto’s face grew
redder under the flush from physical effort.

“What?” He snapped when Naruto just kept looking back at him
without a word. His tone seemed to have broken Naruto out of his reverie. He
stepped forward determinedly and took the axe out of Sasuke’s hands, throwing it
over his shoulder.

“You look cold. Better go inside.”

Sasuke watched as he picked up the pieces of the log and
replaced them with a new one, marveling about what the hell happened. It was
irritating that he couldn’t figure it out, but as Naruto ignored him doggedly while
continuing his work, it made no sense to linger. He could speculate about it someplace
else.

Sasuke turned back to the house.

* # * # *

What the hell was
that? Naruto thought, letting his axe fall down. It cut through the log as
if it were made of butter and got stuck in the bigger log underneath. What the hell was that? What happened?

That entire thing, from the moment he heard the door of his
house open – what was it? He could feel Sasuke’s eyes on him like physical
contact, but that wasn’t new. It had happened a couple of times before; if he
wasn’t actively ignoring Naruto, Sasuke was either in his room or… staring wouldn’t be a good term, because
Naruto never caught him at it or anything. He could feel that itchy sensation
that always made him want to look over his shoulder and find the source of his
discomfort. He rarely gave into it. He learned quickly that once he did, Sasuke
would stop looking.

And for reasons Naruto would be happy not to have to think
about, ever, that displeased him.

It was easy for him to pretend he wasn’t noticing anything.
Why would he acknowledge it? Weirder people had stayed at his place over the
summer. There had been this man who only ate boiled eggs. And there had been a
woman – in her fifties – who had hit on him in an embarrassing and clumsy way
every time he’d seen her. Sasuke looking at him for whatever reasons, while he
was busy with something else, was not an actual bother.

Or it hadn’t been until today.

Naruto kicked away the log he was done with and positioned
the next one.

It was that smirk. That self-important air.
The arrogance. Naruto, who always liked nice girls and
occasionally thought about asking Ino to marry him, had almost dropped his axe
and proceeded to do things completely unacceptable at the sight of it close up.
A smirk, some blatant insolence in a haughty, city guy and Naruto legs were
still not completely steady.

What happened, apparently, was that he was sexually
attracted to his tenant.

Naruto gritted his teeth. When after ten minutes it was clear
that frustration wouldn’t be going anywhere and after Naruto missed two logs
completely because of it, he gave up. He took the axe to the shed where it
belonged and covered the wood in case it rained before going back to the house.
�
He didn’t see Sasuke for the rest of the day, which was
probably for the best.

*

Three days later and without further incidents to ponder over,
Naruto was merrily preparing food for his friends. It was his birthday. He was
going to get presents and have a wonderful evening. He was going to make Ino
stay the night, even if he had to take her back at five in the morning so she
could help her family’s greenhouses. He was going to drink and forget all about
those two confusing dreams he had recently - he was much too old to have wet
dreams and if he was having them,
they should have at least been about his girlfriend.

“That’s foul.” A vice interrupted him. Naruto glared at
Sasuke with venom. A bit of food had fallen on the countertop and laid there
for awhile, until he noticed. It wasn’t a big deal.

Sasuke waited expectantly, like he had made a polite
inquiry.

“It’s nothing.” Naruto said, forcing his eyes to follow the
movement of the knife in his hands and not Sasuke. “Just a
small accident. You can open the window, if you want.”

Sasuke sat in a chair at the bar table that separated the
kitchen from the rest of the ground floor. “That’s a lot of food.”

“Yeah,” Naruto said. He was irrationally irritated. No
matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t lock his jaw every time Sasuke was in
the same room as him. Nor could he strangle his tenant. “It’s my birthday.”

There was a moment of silence. Unwillingly, Naruto held his
breath in expectation.

“You’re having a party?”

Naruto exhaled. This guy didn’t see fit to introduce himself
when he moved in. He was stupid for expecting a happy birthday wish from him.

“Yeah,” He said, thinking about it. “No,
not really. It’s not really a party, they just show up and I happen to
have food and cake. Sometimes, we stay up late. Not really a party, just… I
don’t know.”

Sasuke looked amused. “Friends gathering and having fun
together is what a party essentially is.”

Naruto regretted looking up at him, because amusement meant
smirks. And they were making him itchy even when they were not quite as
dazzling as the one that had been plaguing his mind recently.

“I meant, it’s probably not how
people in larger places do it.”

“How people have fun depends more on their personality than
on the place they live in.” Sasuke said. Naruto stopped cutting the paprika in
order to digest that, but Sasuke continued, “Do you need some help?”

Naruto dared a glance up. No smirks waited to trap him into
a lusty haze. It might work out – as long as Sasuke stayed on his side of the
bar table. Wordlessly, Naruto handed over the cutting board, onions and a knife
and restrained a smirk of his own. It was a dry year. The entire sack of onions
he had bought from the market was very strong. Watching Sasuke have irritated eyes
and sinuses, and tear up promised some fun and a light revenge for messing with
his mind.

He was equally surprised and amused when Sasuke picked them
up to walk over to the sink. Stupid irritating spoiled rich city guys and their
indecency not to act like it. Naruto glared and then regretted it, because
Sasuke was now only a few feet away and… smirking.

He wouldn’t be smirking once he realized that those onions
were too strong to be neutralized completely under the running water, but
Naruto wanted him to really suffer, not just tear up a bit. In the meantime,
he’d better look at his own work and stop trying to find excuses to move to
Sasuke’s side of the kitchen.

* # * # *

Sasuke tried to focus on the sounds of the rapidly
approaching storm instead of the voices coming from a few yards away.

They were an annoying bunch. They were loud, they were
curious and… they had Ino with them. Which he shouldn’t mind, she was nothing
but kind to him. Unfortunately, even Sasuke could see that Ino was pretty,
smart and cared about her boyfriend. And how much her hand brushing over
Naruto’s stomach absentmindedly bothered him was both telling and disturbing.

“So, Sasuke…” Someone said, emphasizing his name as if
trying to make absolutely sure they got it right. If he was the type to do that
sort of thing, he’d have groaned aloud. What’s next, the forth attempt to find
out why he wasn’t home, like all spoiled rich boys should be? Or the sixth
attempt of trying to make him slip and tell them his last name? “Is Naruto a
good host?”

Naruto was an excellent host, and he gave Sasuke all the
freedom to do whatever he wanted. He was tidier than expected, shared the food
he would prepare generously and, as a consequence of his restless nature,
always finding things to do around the house. Things that
demanded bending and stretching. �

“I’ve had worse.” Sasuke said finally to the expecting lot.

The tall girl with her hair reflecting a suspicious pink
tint laughed, pointing out a book shelf where Naruto at some point had carelessly
left a sock, “But I bet you’ve also had better.”

She’s a clever one,
Sasuke’s mind whispered. She’s been
giving you odd looks all evening. Don’t
do it.

“That’s harder to determine.” He said, sporting a suggestive
smirk. “At this distance.”

Someone laughed – Sasuke rather hoped not at his words,
because he disliked morons – but the girl just halted. Her green eyes widened,
narrowed, strayed to where Ino was saying something while looking directly into
Naruto’s eyes and looked back at Sasuke.

“Ino,” She said. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. What would she say, this guy said
it’s hard for him to determine if he’s had a better host than your boyfriend which
means he wants to fuck the brains out of him? “Were you planning on going
back with me tonight? I’m thinking about spending the night at my aunt’s.”

“What?” Ino answered. “I have to, my father is finishing the
new greenhouse, I still have to help him and you said you’d give me a ride! I
knew I should have taken my own car.”

“It’s junk.”

Ino glared at her friend. Naruto wrapped his arms around her
and kissed her somewhere behind her ear. “I’ll drive you home first thing in
the morning. How’s that?”

He glanced at Sasuke behind her ponytail, with a look that
was a hybrid between triumph, curiosity and anger. Actually, he often had that
look on his face in the last couple days. Something was eating him up.

Ino relaxed against Naruto. Ignoring the uncomfortable
twitch his stomach did at the sight, Sasuke returned his gaze to the pink
headed girl. She smiled brightly at him. “Sorry for the interruption. You were
saying?”

No one would really mind if he drowned this bitch in the
toilet, right? No one possibly could, if she was this annoying all the time.

“I like it here.” He answered. It came out smooth and flat,
thanks to some serious effort. “It’s quiet, most of the time. I don’t think I’ll
be going anywhere any time soon.”

Of course, her eyes darkened. She surely hadn’t forgotten that
he was living here, with Naruto, while Ino had to help with family business all
the time? Of course, a couple of well chosen words could kick him out in a
heartbeat. He shouldn’t have said anything. She reacted swiftly and cleverly,
if for nothing else than to make sure she wasn’t wrong. Sasuke hoped his face
didn’t reveal any emotion. But she was looking carefully and he, no matter how
hard he had tried in the past, was not Itachi.

Fortunately, someone asked some other question and they both
got distracted.

#
�

Sometime later, Sasuke was finishing his forth glass of
homemade blueberry wine, standing at the bar table, away from everyone else. He
usually avoided alcohol. It tended to mess with his reasoning and he would wake
up in the morning, discovering that he did and said inexcusable crap.

Tonight, though, Sasuke had to do something. He always knew
he was the jealous type, ever since he was a kid and mother and father spent
more time with Itachi than with him. He was possessive of what was his, and
that was okay. But seething quietly over his short-term landlord kissing and
groping his girlfriend was bordering on ridiculous.

Even if Naruto would open his eyes to find
Sasuke, of all people in the room, every few minutes. He seemed angry at
himself for doing it and angrier still at Sasuke for not disappearing into the
thin air for the sake of his conscience, but he was also unable to stop. That
was why Sasuke retreated to the mostly dark kitchen. He should have noticed
earlier that Naruto was interested right back. He should have seen that the
overstated annoyance in the last several days was just a pitiful attempt at
denial.

He had much more self-control than Naruto, though. He had
his back to the room, and he was definitely not trying to catch snatches of
Naruto’s voice that would mean he had dived out. Despite of what he’d said to
the pink-… Sakura, Sasuke had every intention of leaving as soon as possible.
Things changed dramatically with Naruto’s painful obviousness.�

The storm descended on the house at some point. It was loud
and the girls, predictably, voiced their preferences not to sit close to the
windows. Sasuke just reached to pour himself the fifth glass when the
electricity went down. They were all swallowed by darkness and the protesting
voices of Naruto’s guest’s rang loudly.

They didn’t sound particularly upset. Sasuke realized why
when he heard Naruto’s voice clearly with the volume turned a notch or four up
so everyone could hear. “It’s working, I fixed it this summer – it will just
take a bit. I’ll go turn it on and you guys… don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

He laughed. Some of his friends laughed with him, some mocked
him. Sasuke thought of things Naruto could do in the dark and get away with.

* # * # *

Did you know he is
interested in you?

Naruto shook his head to get rid of Sakura’s voice. He had pretended
he had no idea what she was talking about when she cornered him at the bathroom
door, but the truth was, he knew. He could feel it. Sasuke’s fleeting looks were
more potent, almost alive on his skin the entire evening. He was even more
aware of it when Ino was around, so…

So you kept her around
as much as possible, you sick, twisted jerk.�

Naruto could feel his suppressed anger and frustration finally
showing on his face, now that no one could see him. Someone lit a candle, but
that was far away on the other side of the house, so it didn’t matter. Saying
he was horny despite the anger was a painful understatement. Ino had noticed.
She jokingly brushed his cock through his jeans earlier and even though the contact
felt good, Naruto just barely managed to not push her hand away.

That was not what he wanted. She was not what he wanted.

He started when he saw the lean silhouette in the kitchen. Technically,
the wavering candle light from the other side of the room shouldn’t be enough
for him to see, but he knew it was Sasuke. He had gone there to sit alone maybe
about an hour ago. Naruto gathered some strength of will before he started
walking. He needed a flashlight and the only workable one was in the kitchen.

Sasuke did not move. Not even when Naruto had to brush next
to him to get to the drawers.

If
he does anything, anything at all… Naruto thought darkly. It was
dark and they were as good as alone; the kitchen seemed miles away from
everyone. He almost itched for it, so he’d have a good excuse to hit his tenant
over in the face.

But all Sasuke did was dig his cell phone out of his pocket
and turn it on, so the illuminated screen would provide some light. Instead of
gratefulness, Naruto felt so irritated that he grinded his teeth and made too
much noise digging though the junk.

Sasuke leaned closer to give him more light.
He asked, “What are you looking for?”

At the sound of his voice, Naruto flinched.

“Well, fuck.” He
hissed. Who the hell put that – whatever it was – there?

Sasuke dropped on his knees to see better.
In the eerie, bluish light, he looked concerned. Odd warmth filled Naruto’s
lungs and he snapped after a second, “It’s just a cut. It wouldn’t have
happened if you were holding that thing so I could actually make use of it.”

“What are you looking for?” Sasuke repeated like he did not
hear Naruto at all.�

“Flashlight.”

“There’s one behind the front door.”

“I forgot to buy a new battery for it.” Naruto admitted. He
had it on the list. He had just forgotten to take the list with him when he
went shopping. The stupidity of it wasn’t helping him feel any better. “There
should be one here.”

Sasuke angled his phone better, only to illuminate a hill of
all kinds of kitchen aid tools. It was going to take too long.

Naruto looked up. He could see Sasuke better now, when the beam
wasn’t pointed directly into his face. His anger subdued some. Sasuke didn’t
look like he was having any fun. The light reflected in his eyes as he looked
back at Naruto, looking sort of tired and maybe a little curious.

“I – I,” Naruto stammered breathlessly. Jesus Christ. He
wasn’t a second away from leaning in, was he? Surely he wasn’t. Ino was in the
room with them!� “I don’t need a flashlight,
it’s my yard, I can find my way…” He rose quickly to
his feet and stumbled backwards. Actually looking away from Sasuke’s now frowning
face was the hardest part, but eventually, Naruto managed it.

He walked out in a hurry. The wind was strong, mixed with
some icy rain. Natural cold shower, exactly what he needed. Naruto laughed,
bitterly, and refused to think about it.

It took him some time to reach the shed with the generator.
The sky was very dark, he had to be very careful about
each step he took. It was not very close; the yard behind the house was large.

The generator was in very good condition. Turned on, it purred
to life instantly. Naruto got up to check and smiled as the house behind him flared
with light. The light was only turned on downstairs. Only one small window
looked his way, but it was enough to be sure everything was fine.

Naruto stepped out into the wind again and stopped dead as a
beam of light blinded him.

“I wasn’t sure how long that would take.” Sasuke yelled over
the roar of the wind, presumably apologizing or explaining about following
Naruto out. It didn’t matter. He should have dressed more warmly. Naruto was
starting to believe Sasuke didn’t have anything warm to wear, for it was
impossible to be immune on the bitter edge of this wind.

“You’re going to freeze to death.” He yelled back, averting
his eyes. The wooden door was resisting, supported by the blustery weather.
Naruto pulled it, careful not to let it slip from him. It’d probably smash if
he let go.

Forever helpful, as he had been all day long – and what the
fuck was up with that, he hadn’t raised a finger to help at all in all the weeks
since he’d moved in – Sasuke leaned close and worked the heavy padlock with one
hand. It wasn’t working. Naruto followed it with his eyes as Sasuke tucked the
flashlight into his belt and couldn’t find it in him to look back. Somewhere
near Naruto’s head, the padlock clicked closed loudly enough for him to hear
it.

Sasuke made a step back, but Naruto was quick. He snatched
the flashlight and turned it off.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke said. He gave up on retreating,
so they were still close enough not to have to yell. With the way wind was
pulling on the branches and the thundering in the distance, it was very close.

* # * # *

It was a useless question but asked for a reason. It was
Naruto’s last opportunity to back off, no matter how much Sasuke didn’t want
him to do that. The words were tucked between them because something needed to
be there for a moment longer and the air had apparently given up on them at
some point.

Naruto didn’t bother wasting his time on asking for
permission. Sasuke wasn’t confused or startled when there was a hand at the
back of his head, dragging him determinately forward. He saw the intention
quite clearly on Naruto’s face a moment before the flashlight turned off. So he
followed up with helping Naruto find his mouth in the darkness and accepting the
kiss with the ravenousness of a street beggar presented with food.

There was a taste of blood on Naruto’s tongue and there was
a salty undertone of food. Both got drowned in Sasuke’s mouth when Naruto
kissed him hard, biting – almost as if he believed that he could bring across
his mixed feelings through kissing without making Sasuke groan the hotness of
his arousal back into him.

Naruto reacted to the sound that was loud despite the
howling of the windstorm. His hand twisted in Sasuke’s hair as he pulled them
completely against each other, growling low in his throat like a wild animal. The
quality of the kiss rose quickly from messy and feral to demanding and
mind-blowingly brilliant.��

Sasuke leaned and relaxed into Naruto’s body for the warmth,
windshield and steadiness. When the kiss grew tired of the bruising violence,
it softened to a hypnotic minuet. Naruto’s hand let go of Sasuke’s hair and
lowered to cup his shoulder, firmly holding him close as neither one of them
could find will or reason to stop kissing for quite some time. They ended up
leaned against the shed, just next to the door.

It started raining harder. It didn’t matter much at first,
but very soon Naruto forced his mouth away in a single swift move. “You’re
shaking.”

Sasuke backed off half a step. He was cold, even if that
information did not quite reach his brain until Naruto spoke. He was about to
answer, when Naruto choked, “Oh, God. I am such a jerk.”

There was so much bitter resentment in his voice, Sasuke cringed
inwardly.

Naruto continued, with vigor. “And you…”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” Sasuke pointed out. He did not
have to make an effort to sound cold. Naruto’s accusing tone had frozen him
effectively.

“I know that!”

“So what were you planning on accusing me of? Seduction?”

“Assholeness!
And smirking!”
Naruto said resentfully, like the words actually had some meaning. He breathed
in, presumably trying to calm down. “Let go of me.”

He should let go,
because Naruto had already done it himself. The place on his ribcage where
Naruto’s body had been pressing just a moment ago was still tingling. Sasuke’s
own hands stayed firmly where they were, around Naruto’s waist, not quite as
harshly pressed against the wall. “No.”

He expected anger and a fight, but Naruto halted his attempt
to break free by force as if the word stunned him. “What?”

“I don’t feel like letting go of you.” And the evening of
possessive rage fit quite nicely into that one sentence. It was simple. If
Sasuke let go, Naruto would run right back inside and fuck his perfect little girlfriend
to wipe out the memory of this encounter. And as much as he had the right to
say no, he didn’t have the right to deny what happened.

Sasuke pressed closer again, this time forcefully. Naruto
reacted by taking in a shuddering lungful of air. His fingers closed over
Sasuke’s elbows, digging in painfully, but he wasn’t fighting any longer.

“It’s too late to pretend nothing happened.”

“I know that.” Naruto sighed. Sasuke could barely see the
line of his neck as he tilted his head back to rest it on the wall so he traced
it with his mouth. It was wet and tasted like nothing. “I wasn’t going to…”

“Then what were you planning, to go
and have a heart to heart with her?” Naruto winced; fight waking up in him
again. Sasuke pressed harder, using the entire length of his body. “In front of all your friends?”

“Better than…” Naruto started, just when Sasuke succeeded in
positioning them flush against each other, stomach to stomach, groin to groin.
He did not move, not yet, but Naruto finished in broken, distracted voice, “to
lie to her.”

“Your choice.” Sasuke said almost
directly into Naruto’s ear. He moved; thrust his hips forward just a little
bit. Naruto groaned. “But I’ll make sure she breaks your legs for a good
reason.”

Sasuke moved away slightly. Naruto followed mindlessly,
arching his hips forward. He growled, “Would you stop talking about her?”

Gladly, Sasuke
thought and reached for Naruto’s zipper. Naruto’s head was pressed against his
shoulder, breath not nearly warm enough, as he brushed
his palm over the head of Naruto’s cock and closed his hand around it. He
couldn’t feel the texture, his hands were so cold they
hurt. Naruto didn’t seem to mind too much; he gasped, but he did not flinch. His
head slipped lower into the crook of Sasuke’s neck and then his breath was warm
enough to cause a heat in Sasuke’s stomach to stir and coil.� �

He jerked his hand, maybe a bit too violently. Naruto gasped
in surprise and stumbled over meaningless words, his voice rough and loud, “Oh,
holy… Fuck-ing shit.”

Sasuke repeated the movements, with careful slowness. It
resulted in Naruto breathing in a little easier and pulling him closer. There
was very little space left between them left for Sasuke’s hand to stroke.
Naruto didn’t seem to care. He wetted his lips, the place on Sasuke’s neck
where his damp lips brushed burned like ice bite when the wind hit it.

Focused on stopping his shivering, he was caught by surprise
when he felt Naruto’s hand moving. It slipped from his shoulder, lingered on
his stomach just enough to wake up the curled snake that lived there and
finally, with agonizing slowness, reached low enough to rub the side of his
cock through his pants. For such a clumsy and simple touch, Sasuke gave out an
embarrassingly loud vocal response. He could hear Naruto growl again, low and
dangerous, but he couldn’t help it. It’d been too long; he pushed his hips
forward and thrusted, partly into Naruto’s hand and
partly into his thigh.

It was all blurred together after that. Their erratic movements
were hidden in the darkness, their sharp exhalations and occasional gasps fused
with the storm’s wild roars. Sasuke did notice that Naruto was unsuccessfully
trying to stifle the sounds he was making by biting into his shoulder and that
one of those bites was what drew him right over the edge of his orgasm, despite
the tight grip and awkward angle of Naruto’s hand on him. He also noticed that
Naruto murmured incomprehensible things through kisses when he followed, and by
the time it was all over, Sasuke’s neck was probably nothing but a huge
bruise.�
��
“Hell,” Naruto said, making what should have been post
orgasmic bliss sound like bitter resentment. “And fuck. I can’t believe…”

Who the fuck cared? Sasuke pushed himself off the wall, away
from Naruto. The wind instantly blew the winter into his bones. “If you want to
keep that girlfriend of yours, better learn how to control yourself better.”

“What?” Naruto demanded. “I said…”

“Just shut up!” Sasuke snapped, furious. Why was he so
angry? He shouldn’t be angry, it was just Naruto and if he regretted it, well,
that should hardly be a surprise. He should go out in town and use a credit
card. Itachi would find him in a matter of hours, just like every time Sasuke
would get tired of wandering. He should go home. Konoha was never a good place
to stay at in the first place - not in Naruto’s house, not with him around.
“And buckle up before returning inside.”

He took another look – a quick, resentful look – at Naruto.
It was not much brighter, but his eyes had gotten used to it. It helped that he
knew most of the shapes and angles of Naruto’s body now, could still feel them
under his hands. Naruto was mad himself, but too perplexed to react just yet.
He was still leaning on the wall, his jeans open and hands clenched. Sasuke
wished he could lean in just once more, one last time, and kiss him.

He had done enough already, though. It was time to go.

* # * # *

Naruto watched as Sasuke turned away from him with a look of
utter disgust and walk away. He took a moment to imagine hitting him as hard as
possible in his face. By the time the hit was satisfyingly painful in his mind,
Sasuke was almost at the door of the house.

Naruto tried to put himself in order. He zipped his pants,
fixed his shirt. It was hard to see under the light of the flashlight if there
were stains on his clothes, but the sparse drops of cold rain left their own
traces all over him, so it shouldn’t be too obvious.

The light almost blinded him when he walked through the door
into the main room.

“What’s up with him?” Kiba asked straight away.

“What?” Naruto asked, blinking stupidly several times.

“Sasuke,” Ino answered instead of Kiba. She took Naruto by
the elbow and started dragging him toward the radiators. “He just stormed upstairs.”

“Oh, we,” Naruto said. “We had a fight.”

“Why? You said he paid his rent for three months upfront.”

Naruto snatched his arm out of Ino’s grasp, annoyed with
her. Did she really think that money was the only thing people could fight
about? And why was she so blind? Why did she have to bring Sasuke to his house
in the first place?

“You look half frozen.” Sakura butted in, so he didn’t
manage to answer anything. “You need a drink.”

Naruto gladly accepted it. And it was what he kept doing for
the rest of the evening, after a short bathroom break; he kept drinking until
he sort of forgot that Sasuke was alone in his room on the second floor, pissed
about Naruto kissing him and regretting he had not let go when he was given a
chance.

Ino gave up on trying to find out what was up with him soon
enough. Sakura kept pouring him more alcohol with a sad and disapproving look
that made him feel fourteen again.

It was the worst birthday ever, even if the hand job was
worth the guilt.

#

Naruto did not wake up with a headache in the morning, but
the vomiting was unbearable. If there was a way for him to throw up his
digestive tract, he would have.

Around noon, when he finally found his way downstairs,
Naruto found a note on the kitchen counter. It was from Sasuke, which he deduced
from the tone, as he never had the opportunity to see the handwriting before.

‘If that piece of
deformed metal breaks down on me, I’m leaving it behind’.

It took all of three seconds for the information to reach
Naruto’s soaked brain. A short search, full of adrenalin-fueled cursing and
occasional heaving of his stomach, discovered that his car was missing. As were all of Sasuke’s things. The room was wiped clean. He’d
just… left. Without even saying goodbye, after he messed up and turned Naruto’s
entire life upside down.

But then, he never even properly said hello.

The anger drained out of Naruto’s system. Sasuke was gone. He’d
taken Naruto’s car, so it was not completely unbelievable that he would…

Oh, who was he lying to? Bastard took his car and ran off,
like a sleazy little coward. If that was what he wanted, he could have left
like normal person. Naruto would have given him back his money. What did he think, that Naruto would lock him into his basement and
chain him to the wall to keep him around?

….Okay, not entirely without merits, that idea. Also, it was oddly
refreshing to think things like that, even in anger, without feeling guilty.

Naruto gave up and sat on the bed, next to the neat heap of
Sasuke’s crumpled sheets. He glared at the blue cotton for long moments, before
pushing his face into it and inhaling. It smelled like the stupid flowery
conditioner Ino had bought for him to use on the things for the renting room.

It made him sick again, so Naruto hurried to the bathroom.

#

Two weeks later, when Naruto was still thinking about what
he should do with Ino, the money came for him. It was about the right amount
for his stupid car, not that Naruto wanted it. He did need it, so he went to
the post office first chance he got. There was no letter or a note, which was
disappointing.

There was, however, Sasuke’s full name on the receipt he had
to sign to take the money. Naruto kept staring at it in the empty post office,
under the curious gaze of the clerk. It had been a bumpy two weeks. He was
feeling odd, like he was missing an arm that was still twitching. He had moved
completely to the room that in his head had become ‘Sasuke’s room’. He’d found
all sorts of excuses not to let Ino sleep over – which meant that she never
stayed over for long. They were still dating, but…

Naruto’s fingers traced Sasuke’s surname before trailing to
the box that contained an address. He smiled. That should be enough, a full
name and the address, if you wanted to find someone, right? Maybe Sasuke
wouldn’t be so happy to see him, but that was okay. What Naruto needed was some
sort of closure, not a happy ending.

He considered stopping by at his house to pick up some
things, but that way he’d miss the only bus that lead out of Konoha on Sundays.
Naruto put the money he picked up into his wallet and turned left from the post
office; straight toward the bus station.

He was not too old to go out on a little adventure, after
all. �
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