Because I get writer's block like Paris Hilton gets prison wear, I decided to be a lazy lucy and rewrite something I'd already written. So not only did I use characters, a setting, and an entire universe thought of by someone else for this story, I also used a plot idea which required no thinking today on my part as I'd already thought of it many moons ago. Yes, yes, even Quentin has her dry spells. Anyway, I always quite fancied the concept of this story, but despised my original version. It felt OOC, awkward, and entirely fangirl-ish to me, so I rewrote it completely. I was originally just going to replace the original with this, but it ended up so different that I decided just to post this as another chapter entirely. So... I more or less wrote an entirely new fic instead of a rewrite... but... with the same concept. Yeah. Go me.

Anyway, this is pre-timeskip, aka the team seven members are cute little preteens who never shut up. Which means, of course, candy-coated (literally) fluff. Joy!

I'll hush myself now. Onward!

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Naruto closed his eyes, took in a deep breath of summer air, and let himself fall backwards onto the prickly brown grass. He loved missions, but right now he was hot and tired and wanted nothing more than to just relax and rest. Breathing in and out very slowly, Naruto drifted off into a peaceful, sleeplike state, the voices around him dying down into soft murmurs on the warm breeze. Ah. Peace.

Of course, being a ninja meant that peace never lasted very long, and suddenly Naruto’s happy place was invaded as Sasuke kicked him in the shoulder.

“What the hell!?” Naruto shouted as he jumped up and pointed at Sasuke indignantly. “What was that for!?”

“Naruto,” Kakashi chided with a grin. “Pay attention.”

“Huh?” queried Naruto, blinking in mild confusion.

“We’re going to stop here for the night, but before we rest we need some firewood and some water. I’m going to go get the wood, but I need you and Sasuke and Sakura to stay here and set up camp, alright?” Kakashi patted Naruto on the head good-naturedly once he was sure that Naruto was alert and paying attention, and then motioned to leave.

“You liar!” screamed Naruto accusingly before Kakashi could even turn around.

“Naruto, you idiot!” Sakura scolded, punching her hyperactive teammate in the back of the head while Sasuke looked on at the entire spectacle with disdain. “That’s no way to talk to your sensei!”

“Sakura-chaaaan…” Naruto whimpered, nursing the large bump on his head.

Kakashi sighed a pained sigh, the sigh of an adult saddled with three obnoxious children all day. As if on cue, Naruto turned to face him again, a look of suspicion clouding his face.

“You just want an excuse to go off by yourself and read that stupid book of yours in peace,” Naruto grumbled. “It’s not fair! We worked hard today, too! We deserve some time to relax just as much as you do!”

Sasuke gave a derisive snort. “You’ve worked hard all day messing everything up. The rest of us have worked hard all day cleaning up your messes.”

“Bastard!” Naruto spun around shaking his fist at Sasuke, who merely rolled his eyes.

Wincing, Kakashi began to search through his vest for something, anything, to keep his students occupied so that they would have something to do besides kill each other while he was gone.

“Everyone!” he called out with authority. The others paused, Naruto blue in the face from being trapped by Sasuke in a chokehold, and Sakura in mid-fist-swing, ready to bonk Naruto on the head again for being obnoxious. They looked at Kakashi curiously and he chuckled to himself at just how childish and damn cute his students could be at times, even when acting like complete brats.

There was a thud as Sasuke dropped Naruto on the ground, followed by a thud as Kakashi threw a small, yellow package onto the ground in front of them. Starbursts. “Listen up. In that package are twelve candies. All of you are to take one of each flavor and try to open them without using your hands.”

Kakashi chuckled again as he noted the clueless looks on his pupils’ faces before reaching down and opening the package himself. He doled out the candies, giving four to each of his students.

“Open them with your mouths. Your tongues may come in handy. Whoever can open the most like that gets extra fish tonight at supper.” He smiled.

“Ha! I’m so going to win this contest! You can count on it!” Naruto announced triumphantly, dreaming of the crispy taste of freshly cooked fish melting in his mouth. “Heehee!”

Kakashi grinned cheerfully. It was enough of a task that would keep them all occupied on something besides arguing, and telling them it was a competition would ensure that they actually did it and didn’t just start bickering again. And even though he’d deemed it a competition, it was still something that they all had to do on their own, which meant there was a low chance of Naruto and Sasuke knocking each other senseless over who was better at it (even more so since Kakashi doubted that this was a skill Sasuke could care enough about over which to even taunt Naruto in the first place).

The other benefit was that with the candies in their mouths, they would all be forced to shut up and stop nagging at each other. Kakashi knew from experience that leaving them to nag at each other rarely ever turned out well.

“Hey,” Naruto commented quickly right before Kakashi left, “what does this mean?”

“Hmm?” he answered, raising an eyebrow.

“I think he means… what will this do for us as ninja? What skill does this teach us?” elaborated Sakura.

“Nothing, really. It’s just a friendly little competition.” Kakashi grinned. “If you can open these all with your tongues, all it means is that you’re good kissers. Nothing important.” Kakashi smirked at the way Naruto and Sakura froze in their tracks and at the way in which Sasuke managed to raise an eyebrow, roll his eyes, and look incredibly puzzled all at the same time. Heh. Kids.

“Sakura, you’re in charge while I’m gone, alright? Good luck, everyone.” With that, Kakashi disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

There was a moment of silence before the trio realized that they were alone and needed to start setting up camp. Sakura began beaming with pride at her position of authority, not realizing that Kakashi always put her in charge simply so as not to ignite the gunpowder known as Naruto and Sasuke’s rivalry. The entire ecosystem of the forest might be thrown off if he put either Naruto or Sasuke in charge of the other.

“We should start a fire here,” Sasuke said authoritatively, kicking at a small patch of land with his foot.

“You’re not in charge here, bastard! Sakura-chan is and she’s the one who gets to—OW!”

“Don’t question Sasuke-kun!” Sakura yipped, punctuating her cry with a punch swiftly delivered to Naruto’s head. Even though Sakura always sided with Sasuke, she was still the one officially in charge, and it was impossible for Naruto to get mad at her. The stability of the forest was safe.

Naruto grumbled to himself, Sakura did the same, and Sasuke only assumed a haughty expression as he began to lay out the sleeping bags around what would be the fire, just as soon as Kakashi got back with the wood.

As Naruto unpacked his things, he realized he was still clutching the candies that Kakashi had given him. Shrugging, he popped a pink one into his mouth, wrapper and all, and swished it around for a bit. Sakura glanced over at him, and upon noticing what he was doing popped an orange sweet into her mouth as well. It was easily one of the stupidest things Kakashi had ever had them do, but if it meant extra food Sakura wasn’t going to blow it off. Diet be damned; she was starving.

“Ewww…” moaned Sakura after a few minutes, prompting curious glances from her teammates. “This is impossible.” She spit the mangled orange blob onto the grass, mashed hopelessly with its wrapper. Inner Sakura raged at the bits of sticky paper stuck between her teeth; she couldn’t pick them out with Sasuke present! She’d have to put up with it until supper.

“Hey, I did it!” Naruto screeched proudly after a few more moments had passed.

“Huh? Naruto?” Sakura peered at him pensively. “Did you really do it?”

“Yep!” Nodding triumphantly, Naruto held out the intact pink wrapper, soaked in saliva but still candy-free.

Inner Sakura raged again. Stupid Naruto would get the extra fish. Unless…

“Hey, Sasuke-kun, have you tried it yet?”

Sasuke regarded the candies in his hand with displeasure, as if they’d done him a severe personal wrong. He hated sweets… but then again, this would mean extra fish for supper, and he was just as ravenous as his teammates were. Plus, stupid Naruto had done it perfectly. Sasuke was not going to be outdone.

Wincing, Sasuke slowly slid the yellow square into his mouth, trying to maneuver it open as best he could.

A few minutes later, and he wound up in the same predicament as Sakura had.

“This is stupid,” he muttered.

“You’re just saying that because you can’t do it!” Naruto blew a raspberry at Sasuke and smiled sweetly, rather pleased with himself.

“Idiot,” taunted Sasuke. “You may be good at this, but that’s not saying much when it’s the only thing you’re good at.”

Naruto turned a few interesting shades of red, anger rising, before he shot up and lunged at Sasuke. “Bastard! I’m better at way more stuff than you are!”

“Naruto! Calm down!” Sakura grabbed him by the collar and he flailed, trying to land a hit on Sasuke to no avail. He finally gave up and Sakura dropped him, and the three ninja spent a few moments in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

“Although… it is kind of funny,” spoke Naruto softly, a small smirk on his face.

“Hmm?” said Sakura.

“That I’m a good kisser and Sasuke’s not.”

“Naruto! Don’t you dare—”

“Hey, hey, I’m just saying!” Naruto held his hands up by his face innocently as an angry Sakura snarled at him. “Kakashi-sensei said that being able to open these with your tongue makes you a good kisser. I’ve opened all of mine perfectly, and Sasuke hasn’t! So that means I’m a good kisser, way better than him!”

“When did you open the rest?” Sakura asked, quizzical expression gracing her features.

“Before,” replied Naruto, not really answering her question but showing off his collection of wet wrappers all the same.

“It’s just a stupid myth, though,” Sakura finally murmured after some thought. “There’s no way that… this… can mean you’re a good kisser. Right, Sasuke-kun?”

Sasuke glared icily at her. “Of course it’s a myth.”

“You’re just bitter because you’re bad at it,” Naruto said nonchalantly, leaning back on his elbows and nodding his head authoritatively.

“Like I could care about something like that,” Sasuke shot back.

“You should care. How are you ever going to repopulate your clan if you can’t even kiss well?”

A nerve in Sasuke’s forehead twitched. “What you saying?” he said darkly, Sharingan threatening to surface.

Naruto was undisturbed. “Girls may ooh and aah over you now, but no girl wants a pretty boy if he can’t even do anything. They’d take average but skilled over that any day.”

Sasuke was perturbed. He wanted to argue back, but… that would make it look like he cared. And he didn’t care. He had more important things to care about than girls and kissing. He was only thirteen. He had years and years to worry about that stuff. Yes. He definitely didn’t care.

Naruto watched Sasuke’s face and the multiple expressions of annoyance passing over it as Sasuke thought.

Naruto giggled.

“Sucks when you’re not the best, doesn’t it?” Naruto said with mock sympathy.

“You would know.”

“Bastard!”

“Moron.”

“Want to fight about it, pretty boy?” Naruto screamed, shaking his fist.

“Now, now… calm down… Naruto,” said Sakura shakily, baffled as to how to respond to the entire scene she’d just witnessed.

Regardless of whether or not the stupid candy thing was true, it still had to take a lot of dexterity with the tongue to be able to open those little pests, Sakura mused. And Naruto apparently had it… and Sasuke didn’t… that just couldn’t mean that…

Sakura shook her head rapidly to clear her thoughts. She cared about so much more than kissing, of course. She loved Sasuke… never mind all the nights she’d spent fantasizing about her first kiss with him. Kissing wasn’t everything. But what if he really was bad at it… eeek.

“… I’m not fighting you over something this stupid,” Sasuke finally responded, upon noticing Naruto was still in a fighting stance.

Naruto felt his frustration ready to boil over. He’d finally found something that he was definitely better at than Sasuke, and Sasuke still wasn’t acknowledging it. It wasn’t fair!

“It’s just a stupid myth. It doesn’t mean anything about… how good of a kisser you are.”

“You just can’t admit that I’m better at it than you! Why do you even care? It’s not like you kiss girls or anything anyway!”

An odd tremor ran down Sasuke’s spine for reasons unbeknownst to him.

“Naruto! Sasuke-kun—”

“It’s true, Sakura-chan! Has he ever kissed you?”

“Well… no…”

“And he sure hasn’t kissed Ino either, because you’d know about it if he had!”

“Well…”

“See!? He doesn’t care! He doesn’t like anyone! He doesn’t kiss girls or anything so damn it, bastard, why can’t you just admit I’m better than you!?”

“How would you even know either, Naruto!? How many girls have you kissed?” Sasuke finally snapped back.

“… I…”

“Exactly! You haven’t kissed anyone either, so there’s no way you can compare the two of us!”

“So… all I have to do is kiss someone, make sure they enjoy it, and then bring them back to you as proof?” drawled Naruto slowly, with just a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Tch. Whatever. I don’t even care.”

“Alright then! Saaaaaaakuraaaaa-chaaaaaaan…” Naruto said in a singsong voice as he walked toward Sakura.

“No.”

“… no!? But…!”

“No! I don’t want to kiss you!” Sakura crossed her arms and looked away haughtily.

“But I’m a real good kisser! Just let me prove it to you! If I’m not… you… you can punch me! Real hard, in the head!”

“Idiot. She’d do that anyway even without your permission,” muttered Sasuke.

“You stay out of this!” yelled Naruto, shaking his fist at Sasuke yet again.

“Well…” Sakura said in a soft voice.

“Yes!?” Naruto chirped excitedly. “You’ll do it!?”

“Well…” Sakura blushed and looked down at her feet nervously. “What if I kiss Sasuke-kun?”

“No,” replied Sasuke flatly.

There was a collective sigh among the group. Love triangles really weren’t good for productivity.

“Well we’re not getting anything done like this!” Naruto declared. “There’s only one thing to do!”

“… what are you talking about?” Sasuke muttered.

“I’ll prove it to you myself!”

“Prove what?”

“That I’m a good kisser!”

“Naruto, what the hell—”

Sasuke’s eyes shot wide open as he was cut off, his speech muffled and absorbed by Naruto’s mouth. The tremor in his spine came back, running from his neck to his tail bone, taking a side trip to his stomach to deposit tremors there as well. He reached his arms up weakly, desperate to push Naruto away, but couldn’t. Glued to the spot, all Sasuke could manage was to grasp softly at Naruto’s arms. Naruto’s bright, blue eyes widened at that as they stared into Sasuke’s black ones; was Sasuke responding to him?

No matter. Naruto had something to prove. He wasn’t going to back out now! After all, only someone as stupid as that dumb Sasuke could be weirded out by something as simple as a kiss. Taking a deep breath through his nose and willing his heart to slow down, Naruto opened his mouth and forced his way into Sasuke’s. It was surprisingly easy; it seemed as if Sasuke had been rendered entirely boneless by what was happening.

The nerve in Sasuke’s forehead twitched again and Sasuke felt his entire body tense as Naruto’s tongue was suddenly in his mouth. Sasuke couldn’t breathe. This was bad. His heart felt like it had exploded and dripped down into his stomach, making him even more twitchy and weak. Sweat had broken out on his forehead from the force of all the adrenaline coursing through his body, and he couldn’t figure out just why the hell he was reacting so… violently to a stupid kiss. Naruto’s tongue was moving and rubbing then, and the new sensation of friction just about reduced Sasuke to a puddle. He couldn’t stand for this. He couldn’t. He had to fight back.

Shutting his eyes, Sasuke forced his tongue to move. There was a surprised twitch from Naruto at the motion, but soon Sasuke had found himself giving back just as good as he was getting, the friction sweet and addictive. Naruto grabbed onto Sasuke’s shoulders and Sasuke instinctively clutched harder at Naruto’s upper arms as they forced their way into each other’s mouths, scraping and battling. One of Naruto’s canines rubbed against Sasuke’s upper lip and Sasuke flinched, before deciding that teeth could just as well be employed in rendering his opponent useless. He bit at Naruto’s lower lip and Naruto made a funny noise before nipping at Sasuke’s lips in response. Sasuke nearly choked on a moan that was about to float from his throat, before a flurry of thoughts that this feels good and that that’s bad flashed through his mind and he managed to roughly shove Naruto away.

Panting, the two boys rested their hands on their knees as if they’d just run a marathon and glared at each other heatedly, though their glares were more filled with wonder than with hatred.

“G-g-guys…” muttered Sakura weakly, blushing like a tomato and feeling sickly disoriented.

Sasuke turned and looked at her as he wiped the saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. Damn. This was… bad. Really, really, really bad.

“I told you,” he finally found himself saying, even though talking was difficult when his lips and spine and stomach and entire body were tingling so much, “that it was just a myth.” He managed a smirk.

Naruto looked at Sasuke, confused. “What are you…”

“You suck at kissing.”

“… what the hell! You suck worse than I do!”

“So you’re admitting that you’re bad?”

“What!? No! That’s not fair!”

Sasuke opened his mouth to respond, but shut it again. Maybe it would just be better if they dropped this subject, and then Sasuke could try really hard to ignore the feeling of elation coursing through his body. Naruto agreed; he didn’t say anything else either. He felt good and horrible and confused and slightly ill. Kissing Sasuke… had been… fun. They’d fought, just like they did with everything else, but… this fighting… felt good, not bad, like the scratches and bruises and cuts did after a brutal sparring session. It had been, dare he admit it, nice.

The silence seemed to fix whatever awkward aura had been surrounding the three of them, though, and soon Sakura managed a weak smile and gave some orders as to what they should do next to finish setting up.

Not long after, Kakashi came back, grinning quite jovially with a huge stack of wood in his arms.

Something was off, however, he noticed as he observed Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura: his students were quiet.

“Anything happen while I was gone?” he asked carelessly as he opened up his current Icha Icha book.

Naruto and Sasuke avoided meeting Kakashi’s gaze (and each other’s). Sakura looked as if she wanted to say something, then changed her mind, but opened her mouth anyway, yet still didn’t speak.

“Hmm? Sakura? Are you alright?”

“… Kakashi-sensei! It was horrible! Naruto molested Sasuke-kun!” With that, the frayed girl began to cry. It didn’t matter that it was just part of their stupid rivalry, or that Sasuke hadn’t looked like he enjoyed it… it still really hurt to have to see her crush kissing someone else. It was way worse than the first time, because this one wasn’t even accidental, and there was no doubt that Sasuke had kissed back. He may not have enjoyed it, she thought, but he still kissed back. And she couldn’t pretend any longer that it hadn’t bothered her. With Kakashi here, she felt she could let it out.

Kakashi looked down awkwardly as Sakura clung to him, sobbing into his jounin vest.

“Um… anyone want to fill me in on why Sakura’s crying?”

Naruto and Sasuke grumbled inaudible phrases and looked at the ground. Kakashi sighed. Damn kids.

“Well?” he finally stated after getting no response. Patting Sakura awkwardly on the shoulder, he tried to think of a way to console her, but wasn’t quite able to without knowing what had caused her outburst in the first place.

Finally, Naruto spoke.

“… I opened all my candy.”

“Did you?” Kakashi said with surprise. Naruto? Heh. Go figure.

“Yep… but that stupid bastard wouldn’t admit that I was a good kisser because of it!”

Kakashi groaned. No matter what he ended up doing, it always resulted in Naruto and Sasuke having a fight and Sakura crying. Every. Single. Time.

“So you got into a fight, I assume?” Kakashi asked, trying to fill in the parts of the story that hadn’t been narrated just yet.

“Well, yeah! I mean, sort of. I mean… well I wanted to kiss Sakura-chan so that she could tell him I was good and that would really stick it to him and all, but she wouldn’t do it! She wanted to kiss him, but he wouldn’t do that! Can you believe that? What a jerk, rejecting her like that!”

Sakura let forth another pained wail and Kakashi tried to soothe her in vain.

“Anyway, I finally just decided that I’d have to prove it to him myself because Uzumaki Naruto isn’t afraid to do anything! And so… I…”

“… you…?”

Naruto bit his lip nervously, before finally stammering out in a whisper: “I kissed him.”

Kakashi’s one visible eye curved downward and he sighed. Naruto really needed to learn how to control his impulses.

“But he kissed back!” Naruto yelled out defiantly, pointing a finger at Sasuke as Sakura burst into a new round of hysterics. Kakashi peered at Sasuke, who had remained characteristically quiet during this whole tirade, only to find him as crimson as the eyes he was famous for. Well huh.

Unable to think of anything to say, Kakashi decided that his first priority was to calm Sakura down. He couldn’t let her run off in the woods to the river by herself – she was still a genin and a weak one at that. Although he was wary of leaving the boys alone by themselves to kill each other, he decided it couldn’t be helped. They were still genins too, after all – the worst that could really happen was a few broken bones here and there.

“I’m going to take Sakura to the river down the path over there,” Kakashi announced after a bit of thought. If she had the chance to wash her face off and be away from the boys for a few minutes, she would most likely get control of herself. Things usually worked out like that. “Please try and act like proper ninja while I’m gone.” Naruto sulked; Sasuke glared.

“By that I mean that everything had better be intact when I get back and—” he clamped his hands over Sakura’s ears and in a teasing voice continued, “you’d both better be fully clothed.”

Naruto pointed weakly and made sputtering noises while Sasuke glared even harder and shifted uncomfortably. Ah, they were so much fun to tease.

“Come on, Sakura,” Kakashi said softly, taking hold of her hand and leading her away.

Once Sakura’s sniffles were out of earshot, Naruto and Sasuke found themselves in an uncomfortable silence, completely unsure of what to say.

Naruto spoke first.

“So… umm…” It was awkward, but he had to know. “Why did you kiss me back? I thought you were going to kill me.”

“… what?” Sasuke retorted, slightly confused.

“The second I did it… I realized just what I had done. And I totally thought you were going to beat me to a pulp… but… you kissed back. Why?”

“… I wasn’t about to let you win,” answered Sasuke, and it was the honest truth.

“… oh.”

They fell into a silence again, albeit a more comfortable one.

“It…” Naruto paused, trying to decide whether to continue before finally doing so. “It wasn’t so bad, y’know? I mean you didn’t kill me like I thought you would… and… well it was better than fighting, at least not as painful anyway.”

Sasuke nodded in agreement. It was true. The last fight they’d had resulted in Naruto ending up with a broken hand and Sasuke with a dislocated shoulder. Bad stuff.

“… that’s it!” Naruto finally yelled with glee. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?”

“How about from now on, unless it’s an actual spar and such for training and all, how about whenever we have a fight with each other, instead of fighting we try kissing?”

“Naruto, what are you—”

“No, no, it’s perfect! Because we can still fight with kissing, and even though it’s kissing, since we’d be doing it for fighting it’s not like it would mean anything, and we could get rid of a lot of the tension without having to go to the hospital!”

“… so… let me get this straight,” Sasuke began slowly. “Instead of beating the shit out of each other, we kiss?”

“Yep! Whenever you’re being a stupid asshole, I’ll kiss you. We can still spar and stuff, but this would fix all the fights we have that really don’t train us and just end up getting us hurt.”

“So whenever you’re irritating the hell out of me and I just want to break your jaw, I should kiss you instead? Anytime you’re annoying?”

“Yep!”

Sasuke smirked. Naruto grinned. Sasuke stalked over to him and kissed him until he fell down.

It took a few seconds, but Sasuke smiled with satisfaction all the same when it finally came.

“… hey! You bastard!”

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Sakura smiled happily as she devoured her extra portion of fish. It had been an unspoken agreement between the male members of the team that Sakura should get it, as the poor girl had already been through enough trauma for one day without having to put up with starving as well. After supper, Kakashi pulled a red bag out from his vest and tossed it to his team.

“This is for completing the mission professionally today. You all did very well.”

“… Skittles?” Sakura said as she eyed the package. “I don’t want any. Thank you, though.” With a very full stomach, Sakura’s urge to go on a diet had come back with full intensity.

“I hate sweets,” Sasuke stated.

“Yeah, yeah, we know. More for me!” Naruto exclaimed cheerfully. Sakura rolled over in her sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep, letting herself digest. Kakashi went off into the trees to read his book in peace. The only sounds around the camp were those of the crackling fire and the slurping sounds of Naruto engorging himself on sugar.

It was cold out. Honestly, Sasuke felt pretty comfortable where he was, but watching Naruto all golden and lit up by the fire seemed… appealing. As if there were more warmth over there, a pleasant warmth. Fighting a blush, Sasuke stood up and sat himself down next to Naruto’s sleeping bag, his heart beating a little faster and his entire body heating up just from being closer to his loudmouthed teammate.

“What do you want?” Naruto mumbled in between chomps. His face was sticky and the noise from his eating only grew louder. It was troublesome. It was… annoying.

Sasuke wordlessly scooted closer to Naruto and kissed him, very, very softly, trying desperately to ignore the way his heart pounded in his ears as he did so.

“… that’s not what I meant this afternoon…” Naruto finally breathed out.

Sasuke looked at him curiously.

“We can’t fight that way…” he was mumbling again, nervous, “if it’s soft like that. That’s… that’s like a real kiss.”

Sasuke was wordless; he sat calmly, trying to steady his breathing.

“It’s not so bad though, I guess,” Naruto said, putting down the candy for a minute. “That… was nice, too.”

He laughed at Sasuke’s wide-eyed face before holding out the candy to him.

“Just take some, bastard. They’re not so bad.”

“No.”

“Come on, Sasuke. Don’t you want to taste my rainbow?” Naruto waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Sasuke felt the urge to kill/kiss increase, but just a little. What the hell had he agreed to this afternoon?

Stupid Starbursts. Them and their kissing lore. Them and their “making pink acceptable to guys.” And stupid Skittles. Them and their rainbows. Did all candies have secret motives and hidden agendas like this?

“You’re such an asshole sometimes!” Naruto said in an angry whisper at Sasuke’s silent refusal of the candy, before tackling his broody friend and engaging him in a pleasantly competitive kiss/make-out-session.

“I hate you,” Sasuke mouthed into Naruto’s lips before Naruto deviously snuck his hands up Sasuke’s shirt.

“The feeling’s mutual, bastard,” Naruto replied happily against the skin of Sasuke’s neck, and by that point, Sasuke decided that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

As he slyly slid his hands down to grasp Naruto’s hips, Sasuke made a mental note to start eating candy more often.