Hay thar! Anyone who knows me from before will probably know me as CoffeeNeurotic... but I'm ashamed to say that I have, once again, changed my penname. It's like a minor diesease! Anyway, since I've actually starting writing consistently again I'll drop the hint that I happen to adore receiving reviews, constructive criticism and PM's :winkwinknudgenudge: of all shapes and forms, and will reply to all of them. Also, since I'm about to begin a Creative Writing degree, I've also decided to become an active beta, so if you need anything checking over then feel free to PM me!

I have a couple of stories outside of FF.net that I'd like to share with you... if you like them long, if you like them sincere, if you like them emotionally crippling, then these are just right for you. The first is called The Bridge I Crossed. Ths is my uber favourite, it's just amazing. She gets their characters' bang on, it's brilliant. The second is called Spiral Falling. A story a friend read at the same time as me, something we conversed about via IM for several hours until we finished. Neither of us mentions hot chocolate without a slight giggle anymore. Anyway, be sure to enjoy those! Remember to leave lengthy, loving comments for the writers!

I also have snippets of future stories I'm planning on writing, and since it's out of my capability to decide which you guys would want first, I'd like very much for you to send your vote to me via the poll right here, in my profile. Thanks a bunch! =D

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+Without You+
~ After years of searching, Naruto and Sakura are on the verge of lost hope when someone finally puts them out of their misery. "Uchiha Sasuke is dead." So you can imagine their shock when, six years later, he returns to Konoha. Only, relationships aren't that easy to rebuild.

Seven In Heaven+
~ Spending seven minutes in a closet while being molested by someone you didn't know was, in Naruto's opinion, a stupid game. So why the HELL is he bound, blindfolded and waiting in a really cold closet for one of them to come do as they please to him? AU SasuNaru, Uni.

Perplexed+
~ When Naruto runs into his ex-rival at a gay bar, he certainly doesn't expect to get involved again. Certainly not on a more intimate basis. Then his friends get involved, and things start to get messy. AU SasuNaru

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+Without You+

The cold draft alerted me to an intruder a split second before it was too late. I spun to catch a flash of ghostly movement raise the curtain by the ajar balcony door before I was pinned against the wall, grunting as my back hit it harshly. The kunai I'd reflexively pulled from my sleeve was torn roughly from my grip, and I heard it thrown carelessly to the floor with a sharp, resounding clang. Barely a second had passed during this motion, and I felt a whoop of panic roll my stomach over as I wondered how powerful and presiding this person could be to approach me, totally unaware, and attack me with barely a seconds warning. Still, their chakra signature remained hidden. I tried to focus my sight to find the identity of my attacker, subconsciously checking for any signs of Akatsuki clothing, when I finally caught a glimpse of black hair.

'Sasuke...' I could feel my eyes widen in shock; my body stiffen under his hold.

And then his lips met mine.

I froze. Total and complete silence filled the apartment while every nerve in my body was screaming for movement, for escape, and I struggled.

Shaking my head violently to the side, I managed to free my lips for long enough to say: “What do you--”, but then he cut me off again. I fumed and labored violently, rendering it hopeless for the kiss to last.

“Get off me!” I yelled, eyes ablaze and furious. He paused for long enough for me to see conviction in his eyes, cold determination lining his face and I felt a thrill of anxiety coarse through my body, and swiftly he moved again. My lips captured, I couldn't protest except for the minor scuffle. My legs and body were pinned with his own, which were much more masculine in stature. He held both my hands secure with only one now, the other holding my head firmly in place; his thumb and forefinger locked my jaw solid whilst forcing my head back into the wall.

His tongue swept across my lower lip, soon followed by a nip and again another lick, taunting me. His body was almost crushing my own, his chest strong and stomach firm. My wrists ached with the pressure he held them with, not permitting any resistance.

I still couldn't move. He held me secure, trapped between the wall and his touch. His mouth moved incessantly, passionately; trying to draw me in like the forbidden fruit. The tip of his nose touched my cheek softly with every movement, every kiss. The breath he refused to interfere with his mouth drifted across my face from his nostrils, massaging my skin with a gentle touch.

Ignoring the urge to surrender to his dominance, I shifted, trying to escape the claustrophobic force he held over me. Despite my past feelings, I held too much anger towards this man to allow myself to forgive him. Even now, my body was screaming as though tortured; wanting to reply but unable to. Wanting to respond, but not daring to. I was beyond enraged at what he did...at what he's done. I was beyond agonized from every lie, every harmless word.

And I won't risk breaking again.

+Seven In Heaven+

I shook my hands relentlessly, but there was no breaking loose. Damn, what kind of material was this? When Ino had said 'make sure it's secure', I wasn't expecting the kind of secure one would use on a mad, rampaging serial killer.

My wrists began to ache from the force of my desperate attempt to escape from the tight hold, but I still didn't stop struggling. Just because I arrived early doesn't mean I should be the first in. I never even wanted to play the stupid game! My mouth was beginning to grow dry from the bolt of cloth I was gnawing on, which made it impossible for me to protest (aside from a retarded growl that gurgled embarrassingly at the back of my throat), my hands, just like my feet, were tied by the joints and were also connected to metal brackets on the deepest wall of the closet. Why they were in here I did not want to know.

Oh, and not to mention, I've also been blindfolded.

So now, I'm going to have absolutely no idea (aside from it being a guy, since I was assured that the only females present would be the hosts) of the guy's identity. The guy who is about to molest me without consent. And I have no idea who is actually participating because no one was here when I arrived. So for all I know it could be one of those freaky friends of Sakura's, who've wanted to rape my cute little tushie since I started coming here two years ago.

At this thought, I tugged even harder at the bonds that guaranteed my impending doom, trying my hardest to rip this ridiculously strong fabric. In all seriousness, what the hell was it?! Even my angrily chewing on it for the past... God knows how long hasn't even weakened it. Though now it was thoroughly soaked with my spit. This was one of those times I wished it dissolved a lot more than just food.

Creak.

I stopped moving suddenly; I most definitely did not make that noise. My ears twitched, trying to catch the sound again. My body remained deathly still, not moving an inch. I stretched my neck and tilted my head back, attempting to see beneath the blindfold impeding my sight...but it was no use. I couldn't see anything. My heart thumped in my ears; the silence was deafening.

Then there was a long, low groan as the door to my confinement yawned open, gradually unfurling a veil of light to illuminate my bare chest and flustered face.

Oh yes, I was also topless.

My hands curled, agonizingly alert to their fettered state. I felt apprehensive; almost fearful. There I was, half-naked and completely restrained, at the total mercy of whatever sick pervert (who I hoped to God wasn't going to be some kind of fetish freak) came through that narrow opening.

There was nothing but silence for a lengthy moment. Nothing but the sound of my own heavy breathing met my ears. My mouth had gone so dry that not even the moist fabric could satiate it. I was feeling bitterly aware of the binds restraining any form of resistance by this moment, longing for release.

A cool draught of air wafted across my body alerted me to movement and I had to resist the impulse to shiver. Vaguely, very vaguely, I could feel the daunting ambience of another person moving into the ambry. Mutely drawing closer by the second. Soon enough, his presence was practically emanating an inferno. A short click heard the closet door close, and with a surge of panic I realized...

My seven minutes had just begun.

+Perplexed+

So, I'm sitting with my friends in a gay bar, right? The one we go to a few times every week. Twinkles, it's called. Not that subtle, I know, but Kiba grew an addiction to the place and that's how we ended up as regulars. Anyway, we sat around the table at the back by the only window in the place, as we always did, while Neji and Gaara went to get the drinks, as they always did. Now, I usually take the spot on the right against the wall, which has a splendid view of the people seated at the bar. But this time, for some obscure reason, I decided to sit in Kiba's usual place, which resulted in his sitting in mine.

He was grinning coyly, expectantly, at me from my usual seat; his chin rested on his right hand's knuckles casually. I stared at him willfully, keeping my expression clean while my mind screamed 'Why, why didn't you sit in your usual seat?' and I simply didn't know. What had possessed me to sit on this side of the table, with only a simple view of the paneled wall? What had intrigued me about this chair that made me sit down on it rather than the one I claimed as my own?

I bet you're confused as to why I decided this is something to elaborate on, am I right? Well, as you may recall, I told you that my usual spot has a great view of the bar. Of the people working at it, sitting at it, lingering around it, everything about that bar is in view of my usual seat. And I also told you that Kiba, my mischievous, breast-inclined friend, was currently satin: My. Usual. Seat. So what do we conclude from this? We conclude that Kiba - not me- is the one with the splendid view of the bar. And this, as you may or may not have already gathered, is not a good thing.

Why? Because it just so happens that, on this particular night, an old schoolmate of ours was sat at that bar. And this schoolmate wasn't just a schoolmate; he was the greatest rival to our trio of rebellion in the whole school, not including the teachers. He was the student council president. The one positioned to restore and maintain order on school grounds, while our quest was just the opposite: to destroy it. He was the ultimate enemy of our squad, during those few frustrating years of education, deemed by all three of us as unapproachable. And he was sitting but twenty meters from us, at the bar, where Kiba's keen eyes had spotted him.

Now, this is where things get a little bit complicated. Because, not only was he my enemy, he just so happened to be my first crush. Well, disregarding Sakura, but she was a girl. He was the first guy I had ever felt any sexual inclination towards. I was sixteen when I realised this and, since he was our enemy, I couldn't say anything to my friends, so I ended up struggling with the confusion by myself. And it just so happened that we both attended the martial arts club where there is a lot of physical contact. The fear of getting a hard on every time he pinned me to the floor, straddling me on the waist, the thighs, sometimes across the hips, and that was where I felt the heat. I could pretty much feel it now, just recalling the memory.

Yeah, right there you probably guessed it. I still feel the way I did, at sixteen, about this particular person. And now I suppose you're wondering why my feelings about this person, and Kiba sitting in my chair, have anything to do with the dread settling into my stomach. Well, I'll tell you. You see, with most of our group still at the age of eighteen, we still haven't broken the habit of occasionally playing our favourite game: Truth or Dare. And, on the previous night, I had chickened out of a whopping three of Kiba's dares. And so, because of my cowardice (and sober state of mind), I owed Kiba the value of three dares. My pride would never let me back down again, despite the fact that my forfeit weighed more than he even knew. As you're about to find out.

“Aren't you going to declare it officially?” I challenged, a smirk playing across my lips.

He grinned, sitting back in his chair without breaking our eye contact, giving me the same mischievous look he wore in school when he was feeling particularly devious.

“Naruto, I triple dare you to go and seduce Sasuke Uchiha.”

So what did I do? I took him up on it, obviously.

After all, Naruto Uzumaki doesn't run from a challenge.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Naruto.