Jealous Stalkers

Part One: The first is hormonal.

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Naruto ducked, in such a fashion that he found covert, and hid behind the melon stand. He slid to the ground, his back braced against the wood of the cart, and breathed heavily. He was panting still, as he slowly turned his head to the side, glancing over the melon stand quickly at a dark, duck-but haired, pale man across the market. Dark eyes flashed in his direction briefly, before Sasuke upturned his hand and let the change he held fall in a cascade of silver into the out-stretched palm of a vendor.

He sighed; at least Sasuke hadn’t made physical contact with anyone that time. Naruto didn’t know if he could stand one more lingering touch, or even one more longing gaze. His eyes blazed as he remembered the girl who Sasuke had bought his tomatoes from about twenty minutes before. The bitch (Naruto thought the word with a quiet rage)had—stroked. His. Fucking. Palm. This had resulted in the release of a strangled growl on Naruto’s part, and a disgusted look and tug of his hand from Sasuke. Which is probably all that saved that girl from decapitation.

Naruto flinched at his thoughts—he really was starting to scare himself.

He’d woken up that morning to feel a strange—but not unpleasant—warmth in his lower stomach, on his seal. Upon further investigation, Naruto had found that with any touch to the spot, red chakra would flare inside him, his body would heat with a foreign lust, and his dick would rise at an alarming rate. Seriously, he’d been very frightened at first by how instantaneously his little-Naruto had reacted to the smallest of touches.

From there, Naruto had found himself in the shower, masturbating without a thought in his mind—aside from various cave-man phrases that he later was slightly horrified to remember grunting out with his completion.

He’d tried to brush it off as nothing, ignore it, and he went about his day as usual. He had instant ramen for breakfast, turned in a mission report that he had forgotten to give to Tsunade yesterday, and then headed towards the agreed upon meeting spot for team seven.

And this was when everything had gone seriously out of hand.

Naruto had been walking at a good pace towards the bridge they were meeting on, had been looking at the sky, the clouds, certain aspects of nature around him; he’d been peaceful, the strange attack of his libido that morning forgotten. But, the moment the bridge came into focus, when he could make out the faces of his teammates clearly, he stopped dead, a boiling heat rumbling up inside him, exciting him instantly in a way that he wasn’t entirely accustomed to.

Then, Naruto started running. The caveman phrases were all that waltzed in his brain anymore, and his only goal became clear in a brainless sort of way: Get Sasuke.

This thought, mixed with the overpowering arousal in his system, would have frightened him, shocked him, struck him so immobile trees wouldn’t have compared, if it hadn’t been for the hesitant, mostly-quickly-banished, romantic thoughts that he had been having about his sulking friend.

The heat that overrode all sensible thought processes might have had a lot to do with easing the way to overlooking Sasuke’s friend-status, also.

Somewhere along his bee-line for his best-friend, Naruto had realized the lustful look on his face, fought through his haze of animalistic need, and fallen flat on his face. From there, his fellow team members had laughed at him slightly, called him various things (dobe, moron), and then proceeded to ignore him.

He had been thankful. Because, really, he wasn’t sure if he would have stripped Sasuke down right there, gotten rid of his own clothes hastily, and then jumped down enthusiastically onto Sasuke’s dick. He knew that at the very least, some dry humping and groping would have ensued, and wouldn’t have stopped until he received a clarifying, and resounding slap across the face. Nothing short of physical pain would even faze him in the slightest, he knew.

While they had waited for Kakashi to show up, Naruto had been in true agony like he’d never felt before. Sasuke’s dick was right in front of him, hidden by only a thin piece of dark fabric, and yet—he couldn’t—have it—, and Naruto now felt that there was nothing like barely-suppressed, uncontrollable lust to lead you to hospitalization. The pain of holding himself back was enough, disregarding what he would be on the receiving end of if he couldn’t keep himself controlled (he was sure that if Sakura didn’t kill him first, Sasuke definitely would), to send any man into a state of insanity.

By the time that Kakashi had poofed in, notified them that they were to do whatever they pleased, and then poofed out again, Naruto was sweating and panting, his blue eyes agonized, but still lustful. Then, Sakura had beaten him while he was down.

“Sasuke-kun! Let’s go to lunch together!” she exclaimed excitedly, a hand reaching closer to the brooding teenager and settling with an audible (to Naruto) caress on his upper arm.

A deep rumbling growl had resonated throughout the clearing, rippled the water beneath the bridge with its force, before Naruto abruptly snapped his mouth shut, pulled his lips tight over his barred teeth, and backed away with wide, confused, and terrified blue eyes.

“Oh, heh-heh,” Naruto’s hand reached up, held the back of his neck awkwardly while he laughed nervously. He continued backing away. “Guess I’m hungrier than I thought—ramen calls! Bye guys!” He turned and ran then, pointedly ignoring the stare he could feel burning into his back. If he didn’t, Sasuke might have found himself in a situation he hadn’t yet had the chance to even think of jokingly.

Naruto had ran the whole way to Ichiraku’s Ramen; he’d sat down, panting, and ordered miso ramen; and he’d barely had time to catch his breath, calm his hormones, and eat his bowl of ramen, before a delicious scent wafted under his nose (not the ramen!) —something he now acutely recognized as Sasuke, even though he didn’t understand why he could smell him like he did.

The smell had been mixed in with another, human scent. Many other human scents. And the newfound heat inside his body howled out with raging lust.

That was how, Naruto found himself leaning against a melon stand, stalking his best-friend, and having bloodthirsty, sadistic thoughts about all that he came into contact with. Even as Sasuke picked out onions, Naruto was thinking up horrible ways to kill them—even though he realized that was impossible, considering that they were, you know, ONIONS.

But still, he had gruesome images of ruined, torn, ripped onion whenever Sasuke touched them.

Naruto was forced, at that point, to realize he was feeling something like jealousy.

Suddenly, Naruto was ripped from his musings, when a rich, deep voice met his ears, even over the bustle of noon-time shoppers.

“Just give me the apples,” Sasuke ground out in irritation, and Naruto’s head swerved towards the sound. He watched, a deep, possessive growl growing in his chest, as a woman leaned deeply over the fruit, her boobs eagerly popping out of the strip of cloth she had on. Naruto snarled, revealing elongated canines, as she beckoned Sasuke forward. Her delicate finger urged him onward as he warily moved closer.

His back was to Naruto, his expression hidden, and the strain of staying back was just about killing Naruto. His mind reverted partially to the mushy cave-man insides, and Naruto’s thoughts became purely instinctive, his imagination more bloody than before.

In his mind’s eye, he saw himself snapping the slut’s beckoning wrist and ripping it off of her body; he imagined himself pulling Sasuke to him urgently, fusing his mouth with Sasuke’s, and pulling Sasuke hurriedly through the streets so that they could return to the Uchiha compound and get started on reviving Sasuke’s clan. He was just starting to imagine them going at it all night long, when reality started seeping back into the edges of his mind, and he realized how psychotic he was becoming.

And, WOAW, he was a GUY! He couldn’t have babies, damnit!

Flushed, terrified, and confused beyond comprehension, Naruto fled the scene. His nails dug into his fists as he fought the profound urge to turn back around and get started on that baby idea.

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Naruto barged into the Hokage’s office with great dramatic fury and determination.

“Baa-chan, SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH ME!” he bellowed out fervently to Tsunade, on the verge of tears, though he didn’t show it—as far as he could tell.

“Brat! Calm down! What are you screaming about?”

And so, Naruto proceeded to calmly (in his opinion) explain the situation to Tsunade, only sketching out the more embarrassing parts to her, and going into detail when he felt that he wouldn’t be revealing something too blush-inducing.

When came time to inform Tsunade of his . . . ‘strange’ thoughts of his best-friend, Tsunade began to grin, her eyes terrifying, while he stumbled through his slightly panicked explanation. When Naruto started to hyperventilate at the look on Tsunade’s face, she seemed to take pity.

“Don’t worry about that, Naruto,” she waved a hand vaguely, as if to push aside his embarrassment. “Homosexuality is commonly accepted nowadays, brat.” Before Naruto could do more than stutter a few syllables of disagreement, Tsunade cut him off again. “But,” she said, holding up a halting hand. “The strange ‘heat’ you are experiencing, is not entirely normal. I suspect that this is some type of . . .” She moved her raised hand vaguely around in the air, shot back a cup of sake, before starting again. “I think this has something to do with Kyuubi.” Before Naruto could react verbally to her words, she continued, “I suspect that the Kyuubi is female, and that what is going on with your body is a direct result of what is going on in hers.”

“Uhh . . .” Naruto rubbed the back of his neck, turning around in his mind, searching the walls of his skull for a translation or explanation of her words. “What about Kyuubi’s body?” he asked loudly, abruptly frustrated at the whole situation.

“Kyuubi,” she started, after a sigh of annoyance, “Is probably in heat. Therefore you are in a similar situation.” Naruto gaped when comprehension dawned on him: He was the host—of a female demon in heat.

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A few hours later, Naruto stared down at his bare belly, trying to resist the urge to poke the new addition to Kyuubi’s seal curiously. He reveled momentarily in the almost-forgotten feeling of calm, as he stood in his apartment living room.

“Let’s see that damn teme get me all hot and bothered NOW!” he declared to no inanimate piece of furniture in particular.

Part Two: The second is nothing but jealous.

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Naruto had been avoiding Sasuke, he could tell. It wasn’t only that Naruto would ‘eep’ and flee whenever Sasuke came into his range of sight; it wasn’t how Naruto’s laugh had resorted to something nervous and unhappy whenever Sasuke was near; it was the way that Naruto had stopped making eye contact with Sasuke, that dug under his skin.

It had started after that day, at the market, when Naruto had followed him. Sasuke had studied Naruto as Naruto studied him. He had gone about his business, buying more than he really needed or wanted, just because the bizarre reactions he was getting from the blond had him at a loss. He wanted to find an explanation for it all, for the strange barring of Naruto’s teeth whenever he came into contact with anther human being—or object, as Sasuke discovered while shopping for onions—for the almost possessive growl that had escaped him when Sakura had touched Sasuke’s upper arm.

So, when Naruto’s eyes had all but seeped to red when the woman he was buying apples from had offered the sight of her cleavage up on a scantily clad platter, Sasuke had pushed him, taken her offer silently, and before he knew it Naruto was gone, a low, feral growl all that was left behind.

Now, Naruto did almost the opposite of what he’d done that day.

It was as if he repulsed Naruto, as if he radiated an odor so powerful, so rancid, that being near him caused Naruto sheer agony. From the look he’d caught in Naruto’s eyes, he didn’t doubt that he was causing the dobe some type of pain—but there was something else there, something stronger that he wasn’t sure he was recognizing correctly.

It looked something like longing, to Sasuke.

And he would squash that little bit of unnecessary hope whenever it slid up to the surface of his mind, commanding all of his attention to focus on the stressed blond before him, practicing with him, trying to act like nothing was wrong. Like nothing had changed.

Sasuke dreaded at these moments that, somehow, Naruto had found out.

It was the perfect explanation—the most probable, and reasonable cause of Naruto’s sudden aversion to him. The only problem with this theory was that he couldn’t figure how Naruto could have discovered that Sasuke dreamt of him, that the thought of Naruto beneath him, squirming, moaning, and meeting each of his thrusts eagerly, both haunted and delighted him. That, to see those blue eyes, which rivaled the sky on its clearest of days, swirling with passion was an ambition he harbored possessively deep inside.

But now, the dobe didn’t show Sasuke his eyes at all.

Sasuke was almost grateful that he couldn’t find a way to explain how Naruto could have found out. Almost.

Because, he might have been happy that the dobe had realized his feelings, his goals involving the other, and his mental claim on him. He would have been happy, would have taken it in his stride and reached all of those goals simultaneously. Sasuke would have. If Naruto hadn’t reacted with such repulsion that Sasuke was at an all time low, though he didn’t show it. He didn’t react much to Naruto at all.

He had started keeping his distance as well, distancing himself from his last remaining dream because it hurt too much to hold onto something someone else was diminishing with fervor.

Sasuke huffed. Naruto wanted to distance himself from Sasuke? Fine. There would be distance. But Sasuke would be damned before he gave Naruto up to anyone else.

That was why, when Sai began trailing his hand down Naruto’s arm, when he began speaking to Naruto in low tones that Sasuke had ventured too far away to hear clearly but could still read on his lips, Sasuke was preparing himself to let loose a stray fire-ball jutsu, to watch with disinterest as Sai floundered and burned on the charred ground.

But, just as Sasuke placed his hands together in the first hand sign, Naruto’s eyes brightened, and he laughed. Sasuke’s hands faltered in their movement as he watched, transfixed on Naruto, on the beautiful sound that he had been deprived of for the last three days.

Jealousy burned anew in his chest, eating at him from the inside out, but Sasuke refused to admit to this, even to himself. He turned away from the sight of Sai and Naruto together, Naruto happy in a way that he seemed unable to feel around Sasuke.

Part Three: They have dinner.

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“Sakura, that’s a wonderful idea,” said Sai agreeably, that horrid fake smile monopolizing his features. The trees around them shivered and hid behind their leaves at the sight. Naruto and Sakura could sympathize with them.

Naruto nodded slowly, still recovering from that trauma only Sai-dead-smile could cause. “Yeah, Sakura-chan, that sounds nice,” he declared, tearing his eyes gratefully away from Sai. Naruto and Sakura shared meaningful looks. Sai seemed to ignore them. Sasuke, was still sulking somewhere off on his own.

Naruto was both grateful, and pained by this, because, for one, Naruto was annoyed whenever Sasuke went off on his own, all dark and mysterious like that—he worried for reasons he didn’t want to identify—, and two, because it didn’t matter how strong a suppressing seal Tsunade put the Kyuubi’s chakra under! That strange heat inside of him called out for Sasuke during Naruto’s every living moment. He’d even started dreaming about the bastard! Not that that was really anything new—they had just become . . . weirder.

Sasuke was just about always naked when Naruto slipped into unconsciousness, and he was always more than eager to push Naruto down onto his hands and knees and fill him in a way that he had never felt before. A way that Naruto craved more than he really thought necessary; demons were horny bastards.

“Why, though?” he asked bluntly. “I mean, we’re just gonna go over to your apartment, eat—I didn’t know you could cook!—and then, uh, ‘bond,’ you said?” Naruto’s hand reached up and behind him to rub his neck, his eyes squinting for a moment in confusion, or disbelief. “What’s the occasion?”

“Idiot!” Sakura declared to the world, her fists clenched. Naruto thought that maybe it was the cooking comment that had irked her. He subtly shifted away from her, his eyebrows rising slightly as he slipped a few extra inches between them. Which she quickly covered, a sickly sweet smile helping to give her that ‘demonic’ look. “Since when do we need an occasion to have fun together?”

Naruto frowned. “We have fun together every day, Sakura-chan!” And then she was abruptly angry again, her forehead pulled into an irritated frown. Naruto noted the resemblance to Tsunade.

“Not like this we don’t!” she yelled, her aura dark and intimidating.

“OK! Sakura-chan, it’s fine! I was just curious because it seems a little weird that you all of a sudden want me to come over to your apartment!” Couldn’t she see that it was like she was coming onto him or something?

The dead silence that dropped around them way heavy, and, as Naruto looked between Sakura and Sai, he felt the itching need to escape. He instinctively felt that he was in great danger.

“Oh, no, Naruto,” she informed him sweetly. Naruto gulped. “We’re all going. Sai, you, me, and Sasuke if he’ll come.” Naruto’s heart-rate sped up, his palms became slightly sweaty after a moment, and he attempted to calm his almost-panicked state.

“Of course he won’t,” Sai cut in, helpfully in Naruto’s opinion. He breathed a low sigh of relief while showing his gratitude with a quick, agreeing nod. Sai’s eyes were closed as he spoke, his fake smile so wide they were easier kept closed.

Sai’s hand reached out, grazed over Naruto’s arm teasingly, in an imitation of a loving caress. “We’ll have fun on our own, though,” Sai told him cheerfully, his voice a bit lower than usual. Which was kinda scary, because it was already so low, but Naruto was too busy trying not to burst out laughing to be affected much by the sinister-sounding tone.

Naruto attempts were in vein, it was proved, when he burst out into laughter like he hadn’t for days. His eyes closed with his amusement, his hands clutching his chest slightly, Naruto let out carefree laughter, and it felt good. And to think, it was all because Sai was getting more and more horrible with socializing as time went on.

At that moment, a form dropped down from the canopy of trees and started towards them. Naruto seemed to be the only one surprised by Sasuke’s entrance. Of course, Sasuke seemed close even when he was far away now, and so Naruto would be the only one not to have noticed.

Naruto stiffened as Sasuke approached, his body reacting to his best-friend in a way that was less overwhelming, less violent than it was that first day, but still, incredible longing drenched his thoughts, and he fought hard to keep his wanton moans, and various other animalistic noises, to himself.

“I’ll go,” Sasuke threw out offhandedly, making Naruto’s face drain slightly of its color as a vision of the torture he was bound to experience on that night drew itself up in his mind.

No, no way. He had to get out of it! Somehow!

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Sakura had spent about twenty minutes screaming at him about not being a ‘team player’ when he practically begged her to let him off. He had things to do, ramen to eat, temes to avoid! He could not go!

But, in the end, it seemed there was no getting out of it. No way. Sakura proved too easily angered for Naruto to bother with her too much after his first failed attempt to beg for escape, anyways.

Naruto had turned to the only person he thought could even mildly help him in this situation: Tsunade. Naruto had gone to her as soon as his friends had parted for the night, after fending off an even darker, sexier Sasuke than normal. The effort had nearly had him at the point off passing out.

But, he had persevered, toughed it out, nearly killed himself, and made it to the Hokage’s office. All this, so that, when he confessed his newest woes to Tsunade, he’d get a pill bottle tossed his way. He was then curtly told to take one with food—“NOT ramen”—before the dinner and he’d be fine. It was then grumpily added for him to hurry up and get out of her office while she had a hangover.

“It’s the middle of the day!” Did she just wake up or something?!

“Don’t shout, brat!” He escaped out the window, the heel Tsunade had launched across the room at him thankfully missing his head. Didn’t mean his arm hurt any less, though. Damn baa-chan was ruthless.

Naruto saw the resemblance to Sakura.

Now, Naruto sat in his apartment on his living room couch, cooked instant ramen on his right side, a single pill on his left. Surely it didn’t really matter if he ate ramen with it or not? Food was food! And ramen was the best!

Naruto tucked in and began to eat ravenously, like he always did, and somehow managed to mesh the pill in there somehow as he did so, He was slurping the broth happily, when a sudden knock on his apartment door and underlying surge of heat informed him that Sasuke was outside his front door.

Chocking on his gulp of broth, Naruto coughed and spluttered for a few moments, sat still in a daze afterwards, and then was reminded by a particularly severe burst of heat of who it was waiting impatiently outside his apartment door.

“I’m coming! Jeeze!” he called out, forgetting for a moment that Sasuke didn’t control these strange variations in pulses of desire. At least, he didn’t control it knowingly.

Naruto walked angrily, nervously, over to his front door. After a moment of fidgety deliberation, he forced his arm forward and grasped the door handle with a grimace. Hopefully baa-chan’s pills didn’t take too long to kick in.

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The walk over to Sakura’s house had been quiet and very, very hot (for Naruto). Sasuke seemed determined to walk closer to Naruto than was really necessary, was prone to brushing his limbs against Naruto’s whenever possible, and yet didn’t attempt to start up a conversation with Naruto.

This, in turn, made Naruto nervous, and desperate for verbal human interaction that didn’t run the risk of resulting in sexy-man-rape, so when they arrived at Sakura’s house, it was all Naruto could do to keep from bursting into tears of relief.

He eagerly ran forward into Sakura’s apartment when she opened the door, Sai already seated on the couch in her living room, looking for all the world like he’d been inside Sakura’s apartment so often that he was completely at ease, comfortable.

Then, he looked over at them, and smiled.

And the effect was ruined.

Naruto’s eye twitched once slightly, but he repressed it and put on a grin of his own. He walked with the air of a curious child behind Sakura as she led them into the living room. Naruto could feel Sasuke watching him, silently waiting for Naruto to sit before he would do the same. Sakura had left to check on the food before either of them had made a move.

They still stood rigid for a few more moments after she left, but then Naruto slowly turned and faced Sasuke. Without making eye contact with the other, Naruto put on an excited smile and plopped down a few feet away from Sai on the couch.

“Sooo . . .” Naruto began, intent on starting up a conversation with somebody. Really, he just needed to remember what it felt like to talk to someone who wasn’t a stony bastard. Though, considering the personalities of the two teenagers in the room with him, that didn’t seem likely to happen.

“Sai!” called Sakura suddenly from the kitchen. “I need help with the noodles!” Sai smiled slightly—Naruto wished he hadn’t—and got up dutifully to help Sakura. Naruto watched his back disappear around the corner of the doorway with a crawling sense of foreboding.

And so, Naruto was left alone with Sasuke, again, in a maddening silence. Sasuke moved purposefully towards the couch, his eyes burning into Naruto unnaturally, and Naruto’s breathing increased, though he did his best to ignore the outcry of heat and lust Sasuke’s close proximity pushed in on him. Almost soundlessly, Sasuke sat down next to him, and Naruto became shock still.

When the Hell was the pill going to kick in, damnit!

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By the time Sakura declared dinner ready and they were all bringing plates piled with food into the living room, Naruto had experienced what felt like a panic attack when Sasuke had leaned over him to grab the remote to the TV, and had popped another one of Tsunade’s pills.

By the time Naruto’s first plate of food was gone, he was feeling the full affects of the first pill.

“Mm, Sasuke?” Naruto looked up from his curled up spot in front of the TV, looking around dazedly. After a moment of silence that Naruto was too preoccupied to interpret, Sasuke looked down at him from his position on the couch.

“Yes?” Naruto looked up at him, made direct eye contact with stunned, intoxicating onyx.

“Where did Sakura and Sai go?” he asked, his eyebrows pulling together slightly. He stared up at Sasuke like he had all the answers to life’s questions, his gaze intense.

“They went into the other room a while ago, dobe,” Sasuke informed him. Naruto’s eyes widened slightly.

“D’you think they’ve got it for each other?” Naruto questioned, his lips tilting in a mischievous smile. Sasuke stared at him for a moment, Naruto staring back with that same impish look on his face, before parting his mouth slightly to answer, but Naruto had become distracted. “I bet they do,” he answered himself as he stood up, rather steadily considering how you might expect him to be on his feet. Naruto knelt before Sakura’s TV, and called over his shoulder to Sasuke, “What do you want to watch? Oh, wait, she’s only got ‘Bambie’ and ‘Valentine’ here. Which one?” Naruto turned his head to leer over his shoulder slightly. “I wonder what Sasuke’s favorite Disney classic was,” he cooed teasingly.

Sasuke snorted, and replied automatically. “Anything but the Disney movie.” And Naruto snorted in return as he removed “Valentine” from its case.

“If I was feeling more sadistic I would have put Bambie in, just to spite you, buuuut,” Naruto drawled, pressing enter on the DVD player, standing up and turning around to face Sasuke again. “I’ve never seen ‘Valentine.’ I’m curious,” Naruto confided, making his way closer to Sasuke. The blond plopped down next to Sasuke unceremoniously, and leaned against his side.

Sasuke half-heartedly pushed down his grin. “I think you’ll . . . enjoy it,” he said darkly after a moment. Naruto looked up at him curiously, but found out soon enough what it was that had Sasuke so amused.

By the middle of the horror movie, the second pill had taken effect.

“Holy shit,” Naruto sniggered, looking up at the less than happy Sasuke (he had hoped the blood and gore would have Naruto clutching at him desperately, hiding his face in Sasuke’s chest, but alas, Naruto was not a sissy when it came to horror movies). Blood splattered across the screen, and Naruto rolled his eyes. “This guy is really . . .” Naruto cocked his head to the side, as if contemplating the movie playing on the screen. “Pathetic,” he continued after a moment, his eyes following the movement of the actors on-screen.

Naruto turned his head slightly, pressing his cheek against Sasuke’s chest, and he inhaled. With a shaky exhale, Naruto practically moaned, “You smell so good, Sasuke.” Naruto felt the stiffening of the body he laid against, but more immediate things were to be dealt with. Like the heat in his body, for instance, that multiplied at every point of contact of his and Sasuke’s body; his wandering hands, as they teased the front of Sasuke’s jeans; his searching mouth, as it trailed soft, hot kisses up Sasuke’s neck.

His body shifted, his legs moving to straddle Sasuke’s lap as he pulled Sasuke out from the confines of his pants. His hands ghosted over Sasuke’s hard flesh, and he felt himself groan out with the feeling, with his incredible need for Sasuke’s dick inside of him.

“N-Naruto,” Sasuke gasped out quietly, his body finally unfreezing as his hands moved to grip the blonde’s hips forcefully as his head fell back for a moment with unexpected pleasure. In the next moment, Naruto and Sasuke were both rushing to push off each other’s pants—shorts, in Sasuke’s case. Soon, both of their pants/shorts had been pulled off and tossed away from them, and their bodies meshed together once again, their lips meeting in an open-mouthed kiss.

With the sounds of gore as their background, Sasuke and Naruto started moving rhythmically against one another, their movement growing more and more frantic as the need for increased friction built up, and their passion multiplied by the rough, demanding thrusts of their tongues in and out of each other’s mouths. With each thrust, burning white pleasure became more and more extreme, until there was nothing left to do, but release.

In spurts of white ribbons, Naruto and Sasuke came against one another, gasping and still thrusting as their bodies moved in messy sync. Sticky and momentarily sated, Naruto promptly passed out, leaving a flushed and panting Uchiha to slowly come back down to earth and realize what had happened.

Sasuke would slowly come to recognize the small sounds of mirth escaping from Sakura’s room, while he watched a man in a cupid mask slowly start to drip blood from his nose.

Part Four: There’s only “confrontation” left.

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The next morning, when Naruto woke up, the unbearable heat was gone, but his cheeks were still left flushed with the memory that came rushing back to him. After that first moment of consciousness, in which he swore with words he didn’t think he’d ever heard before, Naruto was slightly amazed at how awake distress could get you in a matter of moments.

He pushed himself out of bed, clinging to his last remnants of shock, and undressed as he crossed his room and entered his bathroom. He turned on his shower, peed while he let it warm up, and then, when he was finally climbing into the cascade of warm water, a strangely easy (horrific) realization was found in his mind.

He had gotten off with Sasuke. And then, Sasuke had cleaned him, dressed him, and taken him home.

Somehow, Naruto felt that the two hours he had before he had to meet up with team seven could never be long enough.

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Naruto slurped down the last of his sixth bowl of ramen, and decided to cut himself off early today; he didn’t feel much like eating. Though, he didn’t feel at all like going off to meet team seven either. He wasn’t nervous like he had been, dreading every look, touch, and word from Sasuke because he feared he would lose control. No, it wasn’t like that anymore, because he already had lost control, and now he was just nervous and confused as he awaited the consequences of his actions.

He waved goodbye to the waitress and went on his sulking way, pointedly ignoring what he could expect; pointedly ignoring that now he didn’t know what to expect. All sense of normalcy should have been washed away, but still, here he was, heading towards the bridge like nothing had happened the night before; like Sakura and Sai hadn’t listened while he and Sasuke got it on.

After a length of time, which Naruto had been too distracted to even consider measuring, the bridge came into view, but none of his teammates did. For one blissful moment, Naruto felt his shoulders relax. They weren’t there; he wouldn’t have to face them! This lasted almost exactly one moment, though, and in the next one he was staring, slack-jawed at the bridge. What, had they ditched him or something? What was going on?

Naruto had started running without consciously having decided to do so, much like the first day of Kyuubi’s heat when he’d first spotted Sasuke. But, this time no one was there; he wasn’t running to anyone. He skid to a stop in the middle of the bridge and looked around; he turned in a full circle, but no one was there. For some reason though, he felt like he was missing something painfully obvious.

“Hn, dobe,” came a deep, alluring voice from beneath the bridge. Naruto just about jumped out of his skin.

“HOLY SHIT!” he screamed, running over to the railing of the bridge and bending over it, his blonde hair falling upside down around his face. When he spotted creamy skin, duck-butt hair, and dark, onyx eyes staring fixedly into the shallow river, Naruto relaxed visibly. “Thought there were trolls under the bridge for a second,” he told the other, a grin coming to life on his lips. Sasuke would want things to be the same, right? He could do that—it would be easy until the heat came back.

Dark eyes turned to stare at him, their depths unrevealing of the swirling emotions beneath the surface. After a moment of what seemed to be calculated thought, a slow smirk crawled over Sasuke’s face.

“Naruto, do you remember what you told me last night?” Sasuke asked him, his voice deep and wicked with happiness. Naruto’s normal exterior faltered for a second before he collected himself back into a wide grin.

“We didn’t talk much, Sasuke,” Naruto purred teasingly, attempting to ease the way with humor. His blue eyes remained troubled however, and he couldn’t suppress the foreboding he felt at the look in Sasuke’s eyes.

Sasuke’s lips tilted momentarily in a smirk, before he stood up and lunged to stand next to Naruto after a blur of movement. “Team seven isn’t meeting up today.”

“Why not?” Naruto demanded instantly, confused. He watched Sasuke watch him, trying to remain relaxed and unresponsive to the memories Sasuke’s close proximity sparked. Sasuke shrugged.

“Kakashi’s decision,” he stated without emotion behind his words. “I’ll walk you home,” he also stated, his voice clearly declaring that it wasn’t up for argument.

Naruto snorted. “Okay, since when did you become my boyfriend, teme?” he inquired politely as they started walking back towards Naruto’s apartment.

“Since we dry humped in Sakura’s living room,” was Sasuke’s answer, coming one accelerated heartbeat later.

“T-teme! That’s not how it works!” Naruto ran a rough hand through his blonde spikes. “Didn’t you want to just pretend it never happened?” he questioned angrily, his voice loud and heated. Sasuke looked at him strangely, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown that said quite clearly, “che, dobe.”

“I just implied that I would like to become romantically involved with you, dobe,” Sasuke told him, like there was nothing more obvious in the vast universe than this fact of their SasuNaru ‘relationship.’

Naruto grumbled slightly, looking down with a confused frown. “This is confusing if you don’t just say it outright, teme,” he told Sasuke, suppressing the pout in his voice.

“I like you. I want to become romantically involved with you,” Sasuke told him with an air of someone trying again after a failed attempt at explaining where babies come from—which was an air of someone completely out of their mind nervous and uncomfortable, but trying desperately not to be.

Naruto stopped and gaped at him. “You do?!” he asked, his voice rising of its own will as he stared up, not daring to believe what he was hearing. “Sasuke-teme, my best friend, wants to get into a relationship with me,” Naruto started rambling, never breaking eye contact with said ‘Sasuke-teme.’ “Wants to—to . . . be with me?” Naruto’s eyes brightened, the amazing blue color sending the sky into a fit of jealous rage, as Naruto stared up into dark eyes. Hope slowly started to glisten in his irises. And Naruto watched as a warm emotion washed over Sasuke’s normally stoic features.

The dark haired teenager reached out and laced his fingers with Naruto’s for a brief moment. “I want to be with you,” he repeated, his voice soft. He gave Naruto’s fingers a lingering squeeze, before he let go of his hand and started walking again.

“Snap out of it, dobe,” he called over his shoulder. Naruto growled and started forward, huffing slightly even with the wide smile that broke over his features.

They came to Naruto’s apartment complex, made it to Naruto’s apartment door, and Naruto was just about to open the door when he suddenly turned and raised his eyebrow at Sasuke. “Is there any reason why you are lingering by my door?” he questioned seriously.

“Have you remembered what you told me last night?” Sasuke returned Naruto’s question with another.

Naruto frowned. “I don’t know what you mean; I didn’t say anything of importance last night—if this is about that whole ‘you smell sooooo good’ thing, then you can just drop it! I was totally out of it—” Sasuke’s expression shifted into a small smug smirk at the memory, but he shook his head.

“When I was tucking you in,” he breathed, suddenly leaning in dangerously close, pinning Naruto’s body to the door with his own. “You whispered to me ‘I love you, teme,’” Sasuke whispered into Naruto’s ear. Naruto’s breathing increased, his body responding to the soft brushes of Sasuke’s body against his own.

“I-I don’t remember that,” Naruto breathed out, trying to regain his thought processes, but Sasuke scrambled his brains again by licking the shell of his ear and whispering:

“Then why don’t we make a new memory?”

After this heated sentence, a knee was wedged between Naruto’s legs, torturously grinding against little-Naruto while Naruto tried desperately to open his Apartment door, and fumbling of clothes ensued shortly after he managed to get it open.

They found their lust-loving way to the bedroom, and expressed their feelings in ways that even the sexed up Kyuubi had probably never experienced.

-sqee-

A/N:

Needless to say, when all was said and done, Sasuke was banned from attending the market (unless Naruto was attached to him, squeezing his ass and growling whenever someone/thing came too close); and Sai got his ‘due punishment’ for his, erm, “crimes” (as Sasuke so put it)against Naruto that day in the forest.

Also, the hidden conspiracy was revealed—the one that was all for stuffing Naruto and Sasuke into a wuvvy-lovey relationship . . . which consisted of many, many ninja and villagers. Some from other villages (we’re all SasuNaruSasu fans).

This is a Christmas gift fic for my nee-chan, Bleeding White Lily, who is absolutely awesome. Love you nee-chan! I hope you like this!