You aren't dreaming, I am, in fact, updating SA. Yay me! Be happy, wonderful readers!

Yeah, anyways, I now must apologize. I lied to you all, my readers. This chapter is not dinner with Itachi. I tried! Really, I did! But Naruto et al. wouldn't cooperate. They kept insisting other stuff had to happen first, and well, I imagine you wanted to read this before the end of the year (cuz we all know how long it takes me to update this story, heheh). And still, this chapter is pretty freaking long (i think).

But I rather enjoyed writing it, so I hope you all enjoy reading it and forgive me. I promise, next chapter IS IN FACT dinner with Itachi. I even started writing it and everything, and Naruto said it was okay to be dinner now. ^_^

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Warnings: angst, crazy Naruto-logic, mature language, violence, SMUT, unbeta'd

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He had to admit, the phone call was a little unexpected. He hadn't figured to hear from Sasuke until... well... not so soon.

Naruto was still trying to get Kiba out of his apartment, but the dog-like man wouldn't budge. And then his phone rang, and before looking to see who it was, he had answered, only to hear that deliciously sultry voice on the other end.

And really, he hadn't expected it to be Sasuke. Things had been so weird that morning, Sasuke had seemed so grumpy, he had thought Sasuke would need more time before he would call him again. But here he was, not two hours since he had dropped Naruto off.

"Sasuke," Naruto replied, a bit dazed.

"Dobe, I have some bad news."

"Eh? Bad news?" For a terrifying moment, Naruto actually thought Sasuke might have called to break up with him.

"My brother set an actual date for you to meet him."

Naruto blinked at the wall. Was that bad news? "Uh, you mean..."

He could hear Sasuke heave an exasperated sigh on the other end of the line."I had hoped to postpone it as long as possible, or, well, indefinitely, but Itachi won't have that. We're meeting him Friday night for dinner. Dress up. In fact, I think I'll take you shopping, that way you can get something I know won't irritate Itachi. Because as much as I enjoy irritating my brother, we need you to make a good impression."

"Um… we do?"

Sasuke huffed. "Dobe. Don't you want my brother's approval? You made me get your father's."

"Oh, uh, right. Yeah. Of course I do. I guess I'm just a little nervous."

"That's understandable. Itachi isthe devil, after all."

Naruto smiled. Sasuke said it like it was really true, like it was a fact of life. Which, according to Sasuke, was probably exactly how it was.

"So, um, Friday night. When are we going to go shopping then?"

"I'll pick you up from work tomorrow. Be ready."

"Oh, yeah, of course. I'll see you then." Naruto's cheeks were heating up at the thought of seeing Sasuke again so soon. He bit his lip, his hazy blue eyes searching out his house crasher to make sure he wasn't in listening range. "Love you, Sasuke."

Sasuke was silent a moment, then he replied, "Yeah."

Naruto frowned. What the hell kind of response was "yeah"?

"Aww, how cuute," Kiba taunted from directly behind him.

"Damnit Kiba, why are you still here?" Naruto screeched, pulling the phone away from his mouth and covering the receiver. Kiba was too busy laughing uproariously to pay Naruto's embarrassment any heed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Sasuke finally said, not sure if Naruto heard or not, then hung up.

Naruto had just barely heard, and he frowned at the phone. But all he could really do was sigh and get back to the matter at hand- kicking Kiba out.


If there was any one thing that could definitely make an Uchiha uncomfortable, it was the "L" word. Emotions, in general, were not something cold-hearted Uchiha's were generally acceptable of, and the "L" word was at the top of the avoid-at-all-costs list.

It wasn't that they were anti-love. His father had been completely enamored of his mother. But in spite of that, he could only count on one hand the number of times his father had ever expressed with words his love to her. It wasn't so much the words themselves that were particularly embarrassing or "weak", it wasn't that emotions such as love were considered undesirable traits for a powerful man like an Uchiha, it was rather the opposite. To an Uchiha male, such words held great meaning, vast importance. Rather than being the kinds of people that mouthed off the words quickly and frequently, Uchiha's believed such powerful words should be sparingly used – only said when truly felt. And an Uchiha believed the fewer times the words were uttered, the more strongly the feeling could be portrayed those moments they were voiced.

For such words to be said, the one saying them must truly, firmly, undeniably mean them. The feelings were deeper.

So sure, it made him happy to hear it from the blond, but it made him very uncomfortable to say it back. He'd much rather just show it through his actions. Though, even he had to admit he was a bastard, even to Naruto.

At least he was a nicer bastard. At least when compared to his bastard level toward everyone else, anyway.

But Naruto, he got the feeling, was the opposite- the kind of person who had to say them all the time, to make it clear to the recipient of those feelings that the feelings were true, to never let them forget that they were loved completely.

He sighed. So though generally something most people expected to hear back, as Naruto clearly did, it wasn't a word that Sasuke was quite comfortable with saying. He was fairly certain he loved the blond moron, but whether or not he would ever get the words past his lips was iffy. He would really just have to hope Naruto wasn't too blind to see all the signs of his returned affection.

Somehow, it seemed, he'd have to convey it so even a complete imbecile (such as Naruto) could get the message clearly. However, Sasuke got the despairing feeling Naruto would be even more dense getting the message on this matter than on others.

He rubbed his forehead in irritation. He'd have to worry about all of that later. Right now, he had a sadistic brother to deal with.


Monday's shopping was… tense if nothing else. Honestly, little was said between the two men the whole of the time they were together.

Sasuke had shown up, as expected, to Naruto's workplace in the afternoon. He cast the usual glares at any man he happened to pass, just to make sure they remembered him (and the pain he could- and would- inflict if provoked). He had made his way to Naruto's office and greeted the blond with a quick kiss, and they left. But neither really said a word, and anything Sasuke said was uttered in single syllables or grunts.

Naruto spent most of the evening frowning.

Shopping itself was also quick. Sasuke seemed all business, concerning himself primarily with just picking out a suitable outfit to impress his devil spawn brother. And when the deed was done, he immediately dropped Naruto off back at his apartment and left. No dinner, no idle chat, no making out, no sex.

It was almost like Sasuke wasn't interested anymore.

Naruto nearly cried himself to sleep at the thought alone. (But he was much too manly for that, he scolded himself).

Sasuke just had his mind on other things, on Friday and impressing his brother, the blond tried to convince himself. As logical, and accurate, as that might have been, it wasn't enough to dismiss his fears. His actions in letting the Hyuuga and Sabakuno jerks get way too far the previous Friday night continued to weigh far too heavily on his mind to let him dismiss Sasuke's cold actions.

All he could really do was wait, and pray, that Friday would turn out alright, and his fears would be dismissed at last. But even that terrified him. Was he ready? He didn't quite think so, not when their relationship was so rocky.

From everything he had heard about Itachi, he was exceedingly difficult to deal with, always ready to judge others and remind them of his obvious superiority. And then Naruto wasn't sure what Itachi's reaction to their relationship- and to him, particularly- would be. Would he accept the relationship? Would he like Naruto? Or would he disapprove? Sasuke had never mentioned any other family members, so Naruto also couldn't help the thought that this could be it- Itachi might be the only family member he meets, or at least the only one that matters.

And that thought truly made him tremble in fear and concern. Sure, he had made Sasuke meet Iruka, but that wasn't entirely in his control. Iruka had just shown up, unexpectedly, and then given Sasuke a hard time. If it had been up to Naruto, Sasuke and Iruka wouldn't have been introduced for quite some time yet.

But he was serious about Sasuke, of that there was no doubt in his mind.

Which brought him back to his other fear… Had Sasuke lost interest?

He lay in bed, burrowing under his blankets, trying to hide away from darkness of the night and of his thoughts. Truly, he was terrified. It was Wednesday night, and he hadn't heard from Sasuke again. Not a phone call, not a visit, unexpected or otherwise, not an email… Nothing.

Naruto had to admit, it wasn't like they normally spoke every day, but there was always some sort of communication. Naruto would send a quick email on his phone about something ridiculous that happened to him, and Sasuke would reply back, calling him an idiot. But these past couple of days, even when he sent a message, he got no response.

He was terrified.


Thursday, and he spent the majority of the morning fidgeting in his seat. He hadn't gotten much sleep, and his mind was nowhere near the work he was supposed to be doing. It was tomorrow, the day he would meet his lover's brother, but meeting Itachi kept getting pushed further and further from his mind.

Was Sasuke still upset about last weekend? Was Sasuke just making him go meet his brother out of obligation and not true feelings? He had mentioned, more than once, that he didn't want Naruto to meet his brother. Was it him? Was Sasuke ashamed of Naruto, or had he really, truly just lost interest but felt bound because Itachi had brought it up?

Naruto let his head hit the wood desk, blue eyes unfocused as they gazed in the general direction of the window. He let a whoosh of air out past his lips, then pursed them, fighting back a wave of anguish. He didn't want to lose Sasuke, and he didn't want to be a burden to the man he loved.

So then, what now?

The door opened and Kiba came tromping in, collapsing in the seat across the desk. His brown eyes went to the window and the room stayed silent. Neither moved, both content to wallow in misery in silence.

Until at last Naruto muttered, "Did ya need something, Dog Breath?" The nickname lacked bite.

Kiba shrugged lazily, then let his chin rest on his hand, eyes never leaving the window. "Just don't feel like doing work."

Naruto made an indistinguishable murmur of agreement.

After another long moment of silence, Kiba finally glanced over at the blond, who was languidly messing with a lock of blond hair.

"What are you all pissy about, anyways? I'm the one who got tossed, you know?"

Naruto frowned, but said nothing.

Kiba went back to gazing out the window.

Silence descended again.

"I think Sasuke's gonna dump me," Naruto finally mumbled.

"EH?" Kiba exclaimed.

Naruto sighed again.

"Is this still about that stuff you were complaining about last weekend? Get over it, he isn't gonna dump you."

"You don't know that," Naruto grumbled, pouting stubbornly.

"I do know that. Besides, I guess you haven't heard the news yet."

"News?" Naruto asked, blond brows raised in question.

Kiba managed to raise his lips into a semblance of his usual wolfish grin. "Oh, yeah. It's all over the TV. Those damn reporters can't shut up about it."

"About what?" Naruto asked, sitting up and pouting.

The grin grew on Kiba's face. "Uchiha Sasuke."

"I guessed that much. What about him?"

"Well…" Kiba drew out, looking mischievous, eyes wandering away from curious blue.

"Damnit, Kiba, stop messing with me and tell me what the hell happened."

Kiba leaned back in his chair so he was slouching. "I have to say, I'm a little happy about it. I mean, Hyuuga seriously… deserved what Uchiha gave him. I mean, I've got my own issues with the guy, but damn was it nice to hear. Not to mention hilarious to see."

Naruto was starting to twitch. He wanted Kiba to get to the point already, rather than go around in circles, teasing him. Kiba caught the irritated look on the blond's face and smirked.

"But that other guy, Saba… Saba… Saba-something, I forget… Don't know what he did to piss off the guy, but I tell ya, that Uchiha of yours is one scary dude." He cast a suspicious look at Naruto, full of amusement in his eyes, something telling Naruto Kiba suspected Naruto himself had something to do with it. Kiba had been the one, after all, he had, in a moment of insanity and weakness, confessed his fears to.

Naruto was about ready to growl in irritation, especially when he realized this had to do with Hyuuga Neji and Sabakuno Gaara… Something Sasuke had done to them.

"Kiba, are you gonna tell me or not?"

The smile slipped off and Kiba sat up, his gaze going out the window again momentarily. His depressed face slipped back on for a moment, before he pulled the grin back onto his face and returned his gaze to his blond friend.

"Alright, listen here, this is what happened."

"About time," Naruto muttered.

Kiba cast him a glare at the interruption but continued. "I don't know the details, but the big picture is this. Hyuuga and the Saba-whatever guy, creepy looking but apparently super rich, both did something that really pissed off your guy. Uchiha didn't comment when questioned about it all, but apparently it was an affront to his pride or who knows, and it super pissed him off. So much, he decided to take action, and, here's the good part," and Kiba's grin grew wider still, "He went public with some very juicy, very private details on the two guys. Stuff that, apparently, they didn't even know he had access to."

Naruto gulped, recalling the two stoic men in question. "Wh-What kind of stuff?"

The grin grew on Kiba's face. "Well…" he nearly sing-songed. "First off, the Hyuuga. You remember him, right? Tall, pale, long-ass hair and scary-as-hell eyes?"

Naruto nodded. He didn't comment that he had noticed the girl Kiba liked also had those "scary-as-hell" eyes.

Kiba's grin grew impossibly wider. "Apparently, Uchiha discovered something… interesting. He flashed pictures all over the news, pictures of Hyuuga being… well…" And here Kiba began to giggle furiously, "Let's just say there's a reason that guy's hair is so long."

Naruto blinked at him stupidly.

Kiba rolled his eyes. "Cross-dressing, idiot."

Blue eyes went wide. "No way…"

"Well, the story now is it isn't true, that the picture was taken on a dare or some crap like that, and somehow Uchiha got a hold of it and let the image speak for itself. But still, the damage, as they say, is done. Hyuuga lost major face among his business partners."

"Shit," Naruto mumbled as he sat back and thought on the matter. Then his eyes turned back on the amused Kiba. "And Sabakuno?"

Kiba blinked blankly at him.

"The other guy," Naruto added.

"Oh, right. The other guy. Don't know much about him, but apparently he's pretty well known for being scary as hell. They call him a Demon or something, Demon Prince of something or other. It's related to what he does for a living, wasn't really paying attention. But apparently he's a pretty scary guy that uses that 'Will kill if provoked' image pretty freely to get ahead. I guess it's how he keeps people in line." Naruto nodded fervently, wondering what Sasuke had done to him.

"Anyways," the wolfish grin that was his trademark look was back. It was a look Naruto was used to, one that indicated to him that Kiba was enjoying a particularly good joke or prank. "The picture Uchiha presented to the public pretty much obliterated that perfect, dangerous image. Basically, it was pretty simple. Don't know how the hell he got a hold of something like that…"

"Damnit Kiba, just tell me already! Bastard!" it was really driving on his nerves how Kiba kept skirting around the juicy details.

"Geez, alright, alright. It was a pretty scary looking guy with his red hair and kanji tattoo… snuggling a rubber duck while wearing hot pink, cartoony rabbit print pajamas and fluffy, bright green frog slippers." And Kiba burst into laughter. "I heard," he tried, stifling laughter and gasping in breaths, "his scary-ass image… shattered…" And Kiba's laughter bubbled over again.

O…kay… Naruto thought. He frowned slightly, eyes glancing back to Kiba. Then the smile began to tug at his lips. Damn, I really wanna see those pictures…

He went searching for them the second Kiba was out of his office.


It always seemed when there was something you were dreading, it came upon you far before you were ready for it. And so, Friday arrived, and dinner approached.

For Naruto's part, though, he hoped if he made a good enough impression on Uchiha Itachi, then Sasuke would warm up to him again, and everything would be okay. And so he was standing in front of a mirror, fidgeting over his appearance. He kept messing with his hair, brushing it one way, then another- not that it really mattered, it kept doing whatever it wanted anyways. In fact, he was probably just making his hair worse.

He sighed and let his hands fall to his sides. He stared at his reflection critically, seeing so many things about him that needed to be improved. His hair was too sloppy, his nose flared out funny, his eyebrows were shaped weird, his lips were too wide, and those stupid damn scars on his cheeks. He was hideously repulsive to look at. Suddenly he couldn't understand why Sasuke wanted him in the first place.

He slapped his forehead and groaned. He couldn't believe he was being such a girlabout it. He bit his lip and frowned at himself.

Naruto looked good, really, he did. He knew he was attractive (even if he himself didn't quite believe it right now), and Sakura-chan would have been proud if he had allowed her to come and "help" him get dressed up. But now, as he glared at himself, he was thinking it might have been better to let her.

It was too late now.

He took a deep breath, calming his nerves. Every time he thought of his currently strained relationship with the Uchiha, it made him almost frantic. He shut his eyes and took deep, steadying breaths. Sasuke should be arriving soon, and he had to stay calm. He didn't want to upset his lover anymore.

Naruto pulled himself away from the mirror and his criticisms and made his way to the couch, seating himself on the soft piece of furniture and waited.

But waiting had never been Naruto's strong suit. He fidgeted. His eyes darted from one place to another, never resting on one spot. He scratched nervously at his arm, then his nose, then his head, his nose again... He kept biting his lip, then would tell himself to stop, and then he'd find himself doing it again a moment later.

Finally he let out an annoyed groan and his head dropped back. Blue eyes frowned at the white ceiling.

Why did he think this would work out alright? Was he really that stupid?

Yeah, he sighed. He probably was.

Before the bad thoughts could flood his mind again, however, he heard the doorbell ring.

Jumping up, his heart racing, his lip caught between his teeth again, he dashed to the door and pulled it open. Standing there as nonchalant as possible was Sasuke, dressed all in black, casual but nice, one brow raised as dark eyes scanned the blond leisurely. Naruto swallowed thickly and once more felt very self-conscious.

"Uh, um, hi." He mumbled finally after a long moment of fidgeting.

"Ah. Let's get going." And Sasuke turned and started down the walkway.

Naruto stared after him a while, just blinking vacantly, before he realized Sasuke was walking away, was nearly to the stairs, and he rushed to pull on his shoes, lock the door, and darted after him.

They got to Sasuke's car in silence, got in in silence, and drove in silence. Naruto continued to fidget as he gnawed on his lips. He watched the scenery as it zipped by, the sun setting among the tall buildings they passed, could see the light reflecting off the ocean water in the distance.

He took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and spoke. "S-Sasuke?"

Sasuke made a grunt of response.

Naruto frowned, and he felt his patience snap. He had never been very good at holding in stress, the pressure had to burst.

"Oi! Speak to me already, damnit!"

The yell was so loud and forceful Sasuke slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching on the road. Good thing they were in a nearly empty street.

"What the hell, moron," Sasuke growled into the ensuing silence.

"What do you mean, 'what the hell'. I should be asking you that, asshole! Why the hell won't you talk to me, why are you avoiding me? I mean, seriously, bastard. I know I screwed up, but how much longer are you gonna punish me for it!"

"What the hell are you talking about, idiot. I swear, your stupidity is too much to handle sometimes."

"Stop insulting me!"

"Then stop being a moron, Moron!"

Naruto growled, Sasuke glared, and they were staring each other down in the car parked in the middle of the road.

"How much longer are you gonna ignore me."

"I'm not ignoring you, and I never have been."

"You have too, bastard."

"Dobe."

"Jerk!"

"Idiot."

"Gah, knock it off and answer the damn question!"

"Maybe if you ask an actual question normal people with properly functioning brains can understand, I can answer it."

Naruto was ready to tear out his hair, and he was almost certain his face was red with anger and frustration.

"You haven't contacted me at all since Monday, and you've been super distant even sitting next to me. I know the whole thing with those two jerks at the party pissed you off, but I apologized, so get over it! You're freaking me out!"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Hyuuga and Sabakuno are taken care of. Didn't you hear about it? You do work for a media organization. We've moved on. Right now, the issue is Itachi the Demon Spawn."

"Well you coulda fucking fooled me. You damn bastard."

Sasuke growled. "You truly are stupid."

"Well, So-rry, asshole. But you won't speak to me, don't call me, don't respond to my emails-"

"Some people do something called 'work' during the day, moron. Not all of us have time to goof off all day under a too-drunk-to-give-a-shit boss."

Naruto ignored that comment. There were more pressing matters to be pissed off about anyway. "And you don't even respond when I tell you I love you! Are you really that much of a cold-hearted bastard or are you just so anal you can't accept my feelings?"

"When did I ever say I didn't accept them. I'm fucking taking you to meet my sadistic, baby-eating brother, helping you to make a good impression so he'll like you and you give me this shit."

"Oh, well, that makes everything better," Naruto replied sarcastically. "The way you talk, it sounds more like you're taking me to my execution, so sorry if I don't feel super excited. I'm a bit too busy being pissed off that I'm dating an asshole."

"And I'm stuck dating a moron."

"Well, sorry you're 'stuck' with me, jerk. Maybe we should just break up then, then you won't be stuck and I'll go find some other possessive asshole to fuck me over!"

A vein popped in Sasuke's forehead and Naruto growled, ready to pounce and rip the other man's throat out. Sasuke must have sensed his intentions, because his fist came up first and landed on Naruto's cheek. A good hit, considering the confined space. Naruto quickly undid his seat belt and lunged at Sasuke.

The whole car shook.

"Then I guess you know where to start looking," Sasuke growled as he shoved Naruto into his seat, the back falling flat from the force.

"I'll bet they're better in bed too, bastard!" Naruto kicked up, knee landing square in Sasuke's stomach. He didn't care that he was lying through his teeth, he was currently just satisfied with the results of his hit as Sasuke grunted at the loss of air.

"Good for you," Sasuke growled deep in his throat, swiftly turning Naruto onto his stomach, pinning him further against the seat.

"And Iruka will like them better," Naruto continued, voice muffled by the seat. Another lie. Iruka wouldn't like anyone who wasn't a monk with vows of celibacy. "I'm sure they have better manners and were raised not to be self-centered, bastardy… egocentric… bastards!"

"And I'm sure they'll be incredibly impressed with your marvelous vocabulary and coherency," Sasuke replied, just as Naruto pushed back and Sasuke's head hit the roof of the car.

"Jerk!" Naruto managed to sit up and turned back to face Sasuke, fists raised. He lunged again, and Sasuke just managed to dodge in the small space. Naruto's hand hit the windshield.

"Moron." He pushed Naruto back, landing flat again on the reclined seat, and Sasuke pinned him, positioned between his legs.

"Asshole! Hate y- "

And then there were lips, and the words were lost in his mouth, quickly being dispersed by a wet tongue plunging into and pillaging his mouth. He moaned.

Eh, he hadn't wanted to say it anyways, he knew he didn't mean it.

So he wrapped his arms around Sasuke's neck and pulled him closer. Their bodies lined up, and Sasuke pressed into him, rubbing against Naruto's clothes-covered entrance. The breath was sucked out of him, and he felt like he couldn't breathe, couldn't take in air.

It had felt like forever, had been forever, it seemed, since the last time they had been so close, so intimate. Naruto was starting to think he might never feel this pleasure again, this pleasure he was certain only Sasuke could give him.

He clung tighter, refusing to let go, and sucked fiercely at Sasuke's tongue. More, more, need more…

Naruto moaned loudly and thrust hard against Sasuke's clothed erection. He wanted to rip Sasuke's clothes off, eliminate the frustrating barrier between them, but at the same time he didn't want to let go. He was still terrified Sasuke was going to pull away. He couldn't let that happen, couldn't let this end. It would destroy him.

But Sasuke didn't seem to want it to end either, and aided in Naruto's internal plan, as he reached down himself and pulled at Naruto's pants, tugging them down and out of the way.

Naruto moaned in appreciation, grinning even as they continued to battle tongues, Sasuke's tongue teasing his mouth with previews of what he was going to do between the blond's legs with his dick.

Blue eyes rolled back and Naruto let out a loud, sensuous moan as Sasuke's hand uncovered him and a finger began teasing his entrance.

It had been a week… only one week but it had felt like forever and Naruto was going crazy. Sasuke pressed him further into the seat and his other hand began digging around his jacket for something to use as lubricant.

Naruto spread his legs further, wanting nothing more than those fingers to be replaced with something thicker, something he knew could give him endless pleasure.

Kami he needed it, but he still refused to release his grip from around Sasuke's neck or to pull his mouth away to beg for it.

Sasuke seemed to find what he was looking for and pulled away slightly so he could coat his fingers before plunging back into Naruto's hole again. Naruto moaned and sucked on Sasuke's tongue harder. A second finger, and Sasuke seemed to be in a hurry to get Naruto prepared enough to put it in.

Naruto really wanted those pants off of his lover.

And soon, Sasuke was complying. Naruto moaned in approval as Sasuke maneuvered a hand to his pants and began to unzip. But the belt was still in the way, and undoing the belt was proving impossible with only one hand, so Sasuke was forced to retrieve his fingers from Naruto heat.

Naruto whined but still clung to Sasuke, and soon the pants were off and Sasuke's manhood was coated and ready.

Naruto bit Sasuke's lip in impatience.

Sasuke smirked.

Naruto pouted and kissed his jerk again.

And then Sasuke was inside of him.

The moan reverberated around the small space in the car, and Naruto sighed in contentment as he was filled to the brim with Sasuke's member.

Then Sasuke was moving, and the whole car shook with the force of his thrust into Naruto's heat, over and over and Naruto was in heaven, the pleasure flowing over him, overwhelming him, pushing him further and further toward the edge. The stress was gone, he felt fluid and languid, both from the yelling, from the active fighting, and now from being so forcefully taken by his lover.

He now couldn't remember why they had even been fighting, the worry and stress gone, burned up, but it was irrelevant. Also irrelevant was wherever they had been going and why they were in the car. Must not have been important- at least, not more important than what they were doing right now.

Naruto clutched Sasuke closer, panting and moaning with each thrust, at the sensations of being so full, from the dead accuracy and force Sasuke put into every move. Naruto sucked harder on Sasuke's tongue, reveling in the feelings consuming him.

Soon Naruto cried out as Sasuke slammed especially hard against his prostate and his vision burst, filled with white and stars and happy ramen bowls, singing and dancing and throwing confetti.

Happy, yummy ramen…

Super yum…

Like Sasuke…

Naruto's head hit the seat and he stared with unfocused eyes at the roof of the car as he felt Sasuke's release fill him. He absently chewed on his swollen lips and began to hum pleasantly. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so content with life, the last time he had been so relaxed.

His grip fell from Sasuke's neck, hands running up into silky black hair. Sasuke was panting for breath, Naruto could feel the puffs of air on his neck. Lazily he played with Sasuke's hair, blue eyes still lidded as he continued to hum. It was a song he didn't recognize, maybe he was making it up as he went, a happy little tune he would later call "Yummy Sasuke's Happy Sex Song" (Sasuke would grunt and call him an idiot).

Naruto took a deep breath and let it out slowly, in a sigh. "I love you, Sasuke-bastard."

Sasuke smirked, and kissed Naruto's neck gently. The angry words from before, "maybe we should just break up", drifting to the forefront of his mind. "You're not allowed to break up with me, dobe."

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Why would I wanna do that?" Naruto murmured lazily.

"Because you're stupid."

"Jerk." Naruto smiled, fingers still massaging Sasuke's scalp.

And the Uchiha couldn't remember the last time he had felt so at ease. Like he was… home.

"Kami…" Sasuke sighed. "I love you, you idiot."

Naruto blinked, and his brain came back into focus. Sasuke seemed to be really out of it, if he had let that slip and still didn't seem to have realized it. Naruto swallowed thickly, then suddenly remembered where they were supposed to be…

He bit his lip. He really, really didn't want to ruin the moment, but…

A moment longer, a moment longer, and then finally, when it seemed Sasuke was really going to fall asleep… "Um, Sasuke? Weren't we supposed to be meeting your brother?"

A second, and then, "Fuck!"

Sasuke shot up and glanced at his watch. They were almost an hour late. "Shit!" Sasuke cursed again, sitting himself back up and putting his belt back in place, then tugged his shirt back in and maneuvered back into his seat, restarting the car and heading back on the road to the restaurant.

Good thing they had at least been stopped on a fairly empty street…


They made it to the restaurant quickly and got out, Naruto re-fixing his disheveled appearance as Sasuke handed his keys to the valet.

Naruto was still feeling giddy, but the nervousness was starting to creep in. Now that he wasn't so worried about Sasuke wanting to break up, the prospect of meeting Sasuke's brother, and arriving late, was starting to wear on him.

They rushed inside and Sasuke said a quick word to the Hostess, and they were led to a separate, elegantly furnished room. They walked in, Naruto huffing from the rush, his eyes adjusting to the dimness of the space. His eyes came into focus for the second time that night, and his gaze landed on a handsomely dressed man sitting calmly at the head of the table. His appearance was much like Sasuke's, one could definitely tell they were related (though secretly Naruto decided Sasuke was more handsome). His hair was black and long, pulled back into a pony-tail as he languidly sipped on a glass of red wine. His dark eyes were piercing, like he could see through anything, and Naruto's nervousness intensified.

He suddenly got the image of a vampire sipping at blood, wondering if the blond's blood would taste better.

Naruto gulped.

"You're late, little brother," a calm, sultry voice spoke, full of confidence and ease, the voice of one who knew he was in control of the world and would have all at his beck and call.

"We got a little… sidetracked, Aniki," Sasuke replied succinctly. He bowed stiffly and pulled at Naruto's arm.

"Say something, dobe," Sasuke hissed at him.

Naruto gulped and nodded stiffly.

"Konnichiwa, Uchiha-sama," Naruto muttered. He bowed low, and when he came up, he saw the strange glint in the man's eyes.

This was Uchiha Itachi, and suddenly, Naruto felt like he was going to be eaten alive.