Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and Co. and therefore I do not make money from toying with them like they are my own personal and rather naughty action figures.

Summary: Later, Sasuke would realize just how much Naruto had done for him. This epiphany came, of course, after he'd betrayed the detective and destroyed his trust. Now, earning back that trust just might kill them both. NaruSasu Giftfic for Ivvymoon.

WARNING (of mature content): Alright, let's imagine for a moment that Naruto doesn't die in the first three pages… if, and this is a BIG if… that happens, it is possible that toward the end of this chapter there could be, perhaps, maybe, a need for this warning.

IF he doesn't die, because I'm fairly positive Sasuke isn't a necrophiliac, you have been warned.

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By the time he'd given his statement and arrived at the hospital, Naruto had been in surgery for three hours and the waiting room was filled with officers, EMT's, and the occasional firefighter. Sasuke wasn't surprised that Naruto had all of these people who cared about him enough that they would drink questionable caffeine sources and sit in the hard orange chairs that lined the wall until they heard word.

He leaned against the muted green-colored wall with his arms crossed over his chest and closed his eyes. His problem came from where he fit in the picture.

After Kiba and Shino had burst into his apartment, it was only a matter of seconds before the paramedics were in his kitchen, pushing him aside and talking to each other, words flying faster than Sasuke could make out. Shino pulled him into the living room and onto his couch. He knew he answered everything that Shino had asked in his quiet voice, but it wasn't until Kiba pushed him into his bathroom that he realized he didn't remember anything except how lifeless Naruto looked as he was rushed out of the apartment.

With his hands against the wet tiles of his shower, he bowed his head and watched Naruto's blood swirl and twist, sickeningly beautiful as it disappeared down the silver drain. He couldn't get a bead on what he should be thinking about. Itachi, Danzo, Naruto, killing a man, realizing that life without Naruto was… unthinkable; understanding, with a feeling of guilt, that Naruto never turned his back on him and that his own behavior this past year was him turning his back on everything Itachi would have wanted for him.

An uncomfortable silence fell, pulling Sasuke from his chaotic thoughts, and he opened his eyes to see the District Attorney walk into the waiting room. The crowd parted without a word as Iruka made his way directly to Kakashi. The shorter man's brown eyes flashed and his tan face paled with every word Kakashi spoke. His fingers fisted at his side, his head falling forward, and Sasuke's eyes widened slightly when he watched the captain reach up his hand to touch the shorter man, only to let it drop to his side.

Kakashi must have mentioned Sasuke's name because suddenly he was looking into Iruka's piercing brown eyes, the raw worry and fear pinning him against the wall. This time Kakashi did touch Iruka's arm, drawing his attention, and Sasuke ran an agitated hand through his hair. He needed to get out of here, but he couldn't leave, not until he knew. His fingers felt sticky, although he knew there was nothing left on them to make them so, and he walked across the room to the bathroom. He told himself that he was imagining the eyes following him.

Once in the bathroom, Sasuke walked directly to the sink and turned the water on as high and hot as he could stand. He scrubbed at his fingers and nails before turning the water to cold. Cupping his hands, he splashed his face, and bit his tongue to hold in the gasp as the cool water hit his skin.

He blindly turned off the water and held the sides of the sink while he took several deep and controlled breaths. Tipping his face up toward the mirror, he opened his eyes only to yell, turning around so quickly he slipped and had to scramble to keep his footing.

"Y-you…" he stuttered and was rewarded with an amused snort.

A man leaned up against the wooden door of the stall. His long legs were clad in black sweat pants and his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a worn gray t-shirt that had 'Police Academy' in faded blue letters across the front. His legs were crossed at the ankles and Sasuke watched the man's toes wiggle in blindingly white socks.

"I certainly didn't choose the outfit. You must find it comforting." The richness of the deep and painfully familiar voice forced Sasuke's attention upward and he finally looked at the man's long, black hair pulled lazily up into a ponytail on the back of his head. Loose strands fell over his shoulders and into his face and Sasuke couldn't stop the hitch in his breathing when he looked into his brother's eyes.

"Itachi," he whispered and then shook his head. No, this wasn't real. It couldn't be. To enforce this belief he said flatly, "You're dead."

An arrogant black eyebrow rose and since 'he' didn't disappear, Sasuke continued. "I'm imagining this. It's been a really fucking long day… week, shit, it's been a long year… and you are not here."

Itachi- NOT Itachi, dammit- chuckled. "If this is your imagination, I worry for the state of your sanity, little brother. Who knew your inner psyche was as sadistic and deprecating to you as I was?"

"Was! Not am!" Sasuke said triumphantly, if not slightly hysterically, "You're dead."

"Well, of course, I am. I didn't realize that was up for debate. I really don't have time to convince you I am dead. One would think seeing me on a metal slab with a hole in my head would have sufficed."

"Shut up about that!" Sasuke hissed and he took a threatening step forward.

"Ah, there's the little brother I know. But, I wonder, who are you hissing at? The imaginary me or the coo-coo you?"

Sasuke growled, taking another step. "I don't have time for this," he faltered momentarily as amusement danced in his brother's eyes, "whatever this is. I need to check on Naruto."

"Ah, yes," Itachi said and uncrossed his legs to itch his ankle with the opposite foot. It was a move Sasuke had seen his brother make a million times before, reminding him of lazy Sunday afternoons playing video games and movie nights with his big brother. "I knew he'd be something."

Sasuke swallowed, closing his eyes for the briefest moment while he decided he might as well see this insanity through to the end. "He found out about Danzo."

Itachi jerked his head in a nod. "I know," he said softly. "But I would like to put it in the record that it only took me ten months. I win."

Sasuke smirked and looked up to see Itachi's matched his own. The look faded quickly from Sasuke's face and he looked away. "You should have told me." Sasuke whispered not looking at his brother. With a sigh, he rubbed the back of his neck, and met his brother's intense black eyes. "Danzo shot him."

Itachi slowly nodded again and Sasuke continued. "He ran in front of a bullet." His lips twisted into a sneer. "And the little idiot had the nerve to call me crazy." Sasuke ran both hands through his hair, leaning once more against the sink, and looked up imploringly at his older brother. "Why? Why would he do that?"

Itachi sighed and pushed off the stall, his stocking feet making no noise over the bathroom floor. He stopped in front of Sasuke and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "You know how I feel about answering questions that I know you know the answer to," he said coolly.

Sasuke just looked at him. Itachi sighed explosively, looking away before looking back again and glaring darkly. "He certainly didn't do it for me. None of it. He didn't spend hours at his desk, rifling through my notes and Kisame's chicken scratch for me. He didn't keep investigating my murder after Kakashi took it off the docket for me. He didn't make sure that you were okay, even when you cut yourself off from everyone who cared for you, him included, for me."

"I know," Sasuke said, "I know…"

"He didn't walk into an obvious trap for me. He didn't stop a bullet for me."

"I know, I know, I know…"

Itachi's voice never rose, if anything it got sharper and more controlled. "Then tell me, who did he do it for, Sasuke? Who?"

"Me!" Sasuke shouted and realized he was clinging to the front of Itachi's shirt, his brother's arms around him.

"Yes, for you," Itachi spoke in his hair. "I couldn't have chosen a better replacement for me or a better partner for you."

Sasuke rested his head against Itachi's shoulder and whispered, "I miss you."

Itachi pulled away and looked intensely at Sasuke. He held up his right hand, two fingers pointing forward, in front of Sasuke's face. Sasuke closed his eyes, knowing what was coming, a poke to the forehead and a 'foolish baby brother' and he felt a tear slide down the side of his face because he knew this would be the last time.

Something touched his face but it wasn't fingers and Sasuke's eyes snapped open only to see Itachi had his forehead against his own, black eyes swirling with love.

"Precious little brother."


Sasuke jerked awake and immediately his neck and back protested his prolonged slouch on the hard, orange chairs of the waiting room.

It was a dream. Sasuke scrubbed his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes hard. Just a dream.

When he pulled his hands down, he looked around and saw that the waiting room was nearly empty. Panic rippled through him. How long had he been asleep? Why would they all leave? Unless there was no reason to stay…

"Ah, you're awake."

His head snapped to the side and he saw Kakashi sitting several seats down, his hands on the District Attorney's hips, who stood tucked between his legs.

"Naruto," Sasuke asked, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded.

Iruka turned his head, a look of surprise on his face. He moved to pull away from his boyfr… well, Sasuke really didn't have time to label it… and was denied. With a sigh and a look of irritation at Kakashi, the brown-haired man addressed Sasuke.

"Naruto came out of surgery a couple of hours ago. He'll be in the ICU for a while but the doctors are optimistic. I just came from his room."

Sasuke nodded and turned his head. It felt like he was struggling for every breath, like he had run a thousand miles and he knew it was relief, pure, heavenly relief, pulsing through his chest and heart.

"He asked for you."

Why? Why? Why? Sasuke thought and then remembered his brother and everything he or his own tortured psyche had said. He should really stop questioning things he already knew the answer to. "I'm an idiot."

Iruka's eyes brows furrowed, a sign of his confusion, but Kakashi chuckled. "Well, recognizing the problem is the first step."

Sasuke glared at the grinning man with his shitty snippets of wisdom, but stopped when he saw the soft smile on Iruka's face. "They have him on some serious medication. He was awake when I left, so you might catch him."

Sasuke stood, yanking on his shirt and looking around him in case he had dropped anything. He ran his fingers through his hair and then looked to the double doors before looking behind him on his seat once more… just in case.

"Sasuke," Kakashi said and Sasuke looked up, eyes wide, as though he'd been caught doing something wrong. "I busted Naruto down to traffic cop for two weeks after he threw a chair at my desk when I told him to concentrate on his open cases. In that time, he worked patrol during the day, solved three of his own cases, and, apparently, moonlighted on your brother's case." Kakashi released his hold on Iruka and stood, coming to stand in front of Sasuke. He reached out and turned Sasuke in the direction of the ICU. "These are the things he was willing to do for you. Now, all you have to do for him is walk through a set of doors."

Sasuke stood side by side with the Chief of Police before nodding his head and walking toward the doors. Just as he was buzzed in, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. Iruka nodded at him and smiled.

"When you reach 'acceptance' on your steps to recovery and are ready to move on, come see me at my office. I could use someone with your skill on my team."

Iruka held out his hand and hesitantly, Sasuke shook it. "I will."

With a final look at Kakashi, who was already moving to Iruka's side, Sasuke shoved his hands in his pockets and walked through the doors.


Sasuke stood in the doorway of Naruto's room and listened to the sounds of the different machines humming quietly in the dim lighting. Naruto lay propped up on his bed, the sheets and covers pooled at his waist. He wore a thin blue and white patterned hospital gown and Sasuke hated how gray it made Naruto's golden skin. In a sight Sasuke never thought he would see, Naruto's hair hung limp and dull around his face, his eyes closed.

Disappointment filled Sasuke when he realized he wouldn't get to talk to Naruto. He sighed only to startle when Naruto's eyes popped open, staring right at him.

"Are you okay?" Naruto whispered at the same time Sasuke said, "How are you feeling?"

Silence settled around them and unable to speak, Sasuke stepped into the room. Naruto's bright blue eyes tracked him as he walked to the far side of Naruto's bed where a chair had been placed. He didn't sit and instead stood beside Naruto with his head bowed.

"Thank you… for today, for Itachi…"

"It's my job," Naruto began but his words failed when Sasuke looked up, anger flashing in his eyes. "I… I mean, you're welcome."

Silence, but for the gentle sound of Naruto's fingers rubbing the tan coverlet, surrounded them once more. Sasuke wanted to say so much but had no idea where to begin. He didn't know how to fix what he had broken. People were telling him that Naruto still cared, but Naruto had turned and looked at him with steel blue eyes and told him to get out and that all he saw when he looked at Sasuke was the asshole he had become since Itachi's death. And now Sasuke was scared because what if everyone was wrong, what if now that Sasuke wanted Naruto, needed him, Naruto didn't want him back?

"I should go," he said softly after watching Naruto's heavy lashes flutter shut more frequently even as he fought to keep them open and to keep Sasuke in his sight.

"No, wait!" Naruto said and reached out to grab him, only to gasp and clutch at his middle.

"Moron!" Sasuke bit out and his eyes immediately went to the numerous glowing machines next to the bed as if he suddenly had a PhD and the ability to tell through them if Naruto was alright. He stepped closer to the bed and Naruto's fingers snaked around his wrist. The grip was weak, Sasuke could have pulled free at any moment but instead, he just looked at Naruto.

"Sasuke, I… god, I don't want you to go." Naruto's eyes were swirling with emotion and Sasuke sank blindly into the chair behind him, unable to do anything else. "I need to know that you are okay. I close my eyes and I imagine that it is you lying on that floor…"

"Idiot," Sasuke whispered, cutting Naruto off. He tugged on his wrist and Naruto's fingers slipped but as soon as they tangled with his own, Sasuke held on tight. "I close my eyes and I actually see you bleeding to death on the floor, me unable to do anything."

"Sasuke," Naruto breathed, and although Sasuke barely heard it, he felt it, like an electric pulse up his spine.

"I am sorry, Naruto, so fucking sorry." Sasuke took a deep breath and continued, "I wanted you… from the beginning. I don't know what I was thinking, taking that file. I didn't care… I didn't want to care. I should have said yes the first time you asked, but everything about you reminded me of my brother…"

Naruto tried to pull his hand back but Sasuke gently squeezed, stopping him. "I know," Naruto said with a weak smile. "You can never…"

Sasuke scooted his chair forward, the sound of the legs over the floor deafeningly loud, and cupped the side of Naruto's face gently in his free hand. "I'm an idiot," he said and smirked to himself at how easy it was getting to say that. With no further explanation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Naruto's. Like a handful of times before, Sasuke was swept away by the feeling of Naruto's lips moving over his, the soft caress of his breath, and the sweet tang of his tongue. When he pulled away, they were both breathless and Sasuke wished he could claim the starry eyed look on Naruto's face was from his kisses alone.

"If you'll give me another chance," he began but stopped when Naruto's eyes slipped closed. "Naruto?" he whispered.

A small smile pulled at Naruto's mouth and his tongue darted out, tasting what was left of Sasuke on his lips. "You know, Sasuke," he said, his words slow and slightly slurred, and Sasuke couldn't help the smile that tugged at his own lips. Naruto's face practically glowed in the darkness. "I'd hold you to that, make you swear that you're serious, and make you promise me…" He blinked open his heavy eyes. "Promise me that you'll stay."

Sasuke nodded and Naruto squeezed his fingers. "But, I think," he said through a long yawn, his free hand trying and failing to cover his mouth. "I think you're going to have to tell me all this again tomorrow." The smile he gave Sasuke at the end was nearly Sasuke's undoing.

He leaned over the smiling man, only to stop when a nurse stuck her head in the room and warned him his time was up. Naruto's fingers tightened around his own and Sasuke kissed his forehead, his temple, and finally brushed a chaste kiss over his lips. "I'll stay until you fall asleep and will be here in the morning to remind you."

Naruto's eyelids worked to open but remained shut and he turned his head in Sasuke's direction. "Promise," he sighed.

"I promise," Sasuke swore and prayed to god that Naruto read everything else in those two words.

"I believe you."

With a soft sigh, Naruto's face relaxed and he turned his head into the pillow, his breathing low and steady.

Sasuke closed his eyes and felt his heart beat wildly in his chest. He gently squeezed Naruto's hand in his trembling fingers before lifting it and brushing his lips against the back of Naruto's hand. "Thank you."

Sasuke didn't let go of Naruto's hand until the nurse threatened to call security.


Sasuke stood on the cracked pavement of the sidewalk in front of the police station and watched the dying sun on the horizon. A breeze sent his black hair in every direction and he pulled the collar of his long coat up, blocking the chill that kissed the skin on the back of his neck. Cupping his hands, he brought them to his mouth and blew warm air on his fingers before turning and heading into the building.

It had been six weeks since Sasuke's apartment, the shooting, and their conversation in the hospital. In the three weeks that Naruto spent in the hospital, Sasuke visited nearly every day. Something had changed in their relationship. Maybe not returning it to what it could have been had Sasuke not betrayed Naruto's trust, but something that Sasuke thought could be even better. The trust that shown in Naruto's eyes now was earned and Sasuke would die before he ever saw it fade again.

However, in the three weeks since the detective's release, Sasuke hadn't seen Naruto at all. They had talked on the phone but Sasuke's new job kept him busy and Naruto had rehabilitation, mountains of paperwork, and then physicals to prove he was fit for duty that kept him equally as busy.

Now, Sasuke was looking forward to a three-day weekend and a poorly concealed 'slip' by his new boss informed him that Detective Uzumaki's schedule was clear for the next three days as well. He pushed open the door to the main office and smirked when all eyes turned his way.

"Hn," he said, tilting his head in acknowledgement of their presence.

"Well, well, well," Kiba said and slapped Shino on the shoulder. The quiet man didn't even look up from the papers on his desk. "If it isn't the new assistant DA." Kiba's smile was bright and the silent nods around the room told Sasuke that they approved of his new position. Since he had taken the title, he'd been working hand in hand with the KPD to clean up the mess Danzo had left.

Danzo's death was like turning on a light in a dirty kitchen and watching the cockroaches scurrying in every direction. Sasuke was proud to say he was on the extermination team. All the senior partners were charged with numerous crimes; money laundering, drug trafficking, and murder were just the tip of the iceberg. DF& F Law was no more. Sasuke didn't feel any remorse that he was putting the people he had been working for behind bars. His one goal was to make sure that when Naruto came back, his job was… well, it would never be safe, Naruto had made that clear. So, still dangerous… but on a relatively normal level.

"Is there something we can do for you?"

Sasuke walked to Naruto's desk and pulled off his coat before tossing it on the chair and adjusting his suit jacket. "I'm looking for Naruto."

Kiba's approving smile turned into an obnoxious grin. "Wouldn't you know it, he's in his office."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed but Kiba just jerked his head in the direction of the locker room and answered his ringing phone. Sasuke looked around and found that all the officers were back to work and sighed. Well, if Naruto wasn't there, he'd finally have justifiable cause to punch Kiba in the face.

He pushed open the doors and a quick glance of the room showed it to be empty but his ears picked up the sound of running water and he walked toward the alcove that held the showers. Turning the corner, he noticed two things simultaneously: that the room was tiled in small, dark blue squares and that the KPD was too cheap to buy shower curtains.

Five shower heads lined the wall and Naruto stood, naked and wet and naked, under the middle one. Golden skin covered fluid muscle, glistening with water and tiny white bubbles. Hair the color of warm honey lay flat against Naruto's head as he worked his nimble fingers through the stands, rivets of soapy water cascading down his neck and back and over his tight ass and thighs. His eyes were closed and Sasuke felt like he was dying of thirst for the lack of seeing Naruto's liquid blue eyes, even as water pooled around him.

He pulled off his jacket and without giving the idea a second thought, kicked off his shoes and pressed himself against Naruto's back.

"What the…" Naruto said, whipping his head around only to freeze when he met Sasuke's eyes. Sasuke's smirked and leaned forward to lick a trail of water from Naruto's shoulder before biting the skin hard enough to leave a mark.

"Sasuke, what?" Naruto asked and turned around so that they stood chest to chest, while he looked Sasuke up and down. When Sasuke pressed his hips forward, grinding his clothed erection into Naruto's thigh, a blond eyebrow shot up as a chuckle past his lips. "Well, hello to you too."

Before he could say anything else, Sasuke sank to his knees, his fingers trailing slowly over Naruto's ribs and lingering for a moment on the still pink scar over his abdomen. "Let me," he said, and although the words and tone gave no indication it was anything short of an order, he waited for Naruto's response.

Naruto shook his head and Sasuke felt a trembling hand push into his own wet hair. "You don't have…" Sasuke growled and Naruto amended quickly with a 'yes, please'.

Sasuke dipped his head, moving Naruto's now red and eager cock to the side so he could lick over the sensitive skin on Naruto's balls. He heard Naruto's head fall back against the tiles and smiled. Wrapping his fingers around sharp hipbones, Sasuke lowered his mouth in one slow and steady motion until he took as much of Naruto's length in that he could and then pulled back just as slowly.

"S-Sasuke," Naruto whispered from above him and Sasuke repeated the motion, up and down, over and over, running his tongue over the smooth, stretched skin, mapping the thick vein that ran up its length, and tasting the bitter sweetness of Naruto's leaking tip. Still holding Naruto in place with one hand, the other moved to cup Naruto's balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.

"Ahhh," Naruto moaned, and suddenly Sasuke found himself pulled back, his mouth making a popping noise off of Naruto's cock, before he was pushed against the wall of the shower.

Naruto's mouth was on his in a second, biting and demanding entrance. He tasted cool and clean and Sasuke sucked Naruto's tongue greedily into his own mouth, silently begging for more. Fingers worked to undo the knot of his tie, made difficult now that it was wet. Naruto groaned, whether from frustration or desire, and the thin fabric was yanked from around his neck.

Sasuke's eyes snapped open when Naruto broke the kiss and he watched the blond dip his head and suck at one of his hardened nipples seen through the wet transparency of his white dress shirt. "This might be," Naruto whispered and pulled at the shirt, popping buttons off from the bottom up, "the best fucking shower of my life." Naruto pushed the wet shirt off his shoulders and it fell to the floor with a barely heard sploosh before Naruto's wicked mouth was tormenting his chest once more. One hand twisted just shy of painfully in his hair while the other trailed over his chest and around his back and over his hip and then, Naruto's third or perhaps fourth hand nimbly released the bottom on his pants, pushing them, and his boxers, to the floor as well.

Sasuke reached up and gathered the hair at the sides of Naruto's head in his hands, pulling him up until they were face to face before shoving his head to the side and leaning in to suck and bite what was sure to be an impressive mark over his pulse. He smiled into the warm, reddened skin when Naruto's hips arched forward and their arousals rubbed together, causing them both to shudder and gasp. "It could get better, Naruto."

Naruto's golden head fell against his shoulder and so Sasuke felt rather than saw his nod of agreement. "Let me," Naruto whispered into his ear, and Sasuke found himself being turned until he was facing the tiled wall, his palms against the wet, cool surface and his ass pressed erotically against Naruto's cock that rubbed teasingly between Sasuke's cheeks.

"Yes, god, yes." Sasuke's head dipped between his arms but soon Naruto's fingers fisted his hair and yanked his head back.

"Head up, Sasuke, and tell me what you want."

Sasuke twisted his head and wrapped one arm behind Naruto's head, forcing him closer so he could kiss him hungrily, growling and moaning, his ass rocking back into Naruto. "Fuck me," he growled, "hard and fast. I want to see my cum drip down the walls and know that it was you that made it happen."

He hadn't realized he had closed his eyes until he heard a bottle top pop and suddenly two fingers were at his hole, circling slowly before they pushed inside, sinking deep. "Ahhhhh," he sighed, and then they were moving, twisting and pushing, curling until they rubbed sensually against his prostate, coaxing more and more breathy curses and wanton noises from his mouth. "Naruto, I… god, yes, I'll… I'm…"

Another finger pushed in with the first two and Sasuke thought his knees might have buckled had Naruto not stopped all movement once the third was deep inside him. Against his own will, his muscles tightened and released, squeezing the warm fingers, while his hips began circling, seeking, begging, demanding movement.

"Did you lock the door?" Naruto whispered into his shoulder while iron fingers stilled his hips.

"Wha? No," Sasuke panted and reached back, running his fingers over Naruto's ass and hip before brushing against his cock. The fingers on his own hips slackened and he began moving again, a low, pleased hum escaping his lips.

"God, Sasuke," Naruto all but moaned, "I wish my gun were closer."

At that Sasuke did stop, although his traitorous muscles still milked Naruto's fingers, deeper and deeper. "W-what?"

Naruto pulled his fingers out slowly and their combined moans echoed over the flowing water.

"Fuck, Naruto, please," Sasuke said and Naruto nodded into his shoulder.

"If someone comes in here," Naruto began but Sasuke barely heard because he felt the head of Naruto's cock align with his entrance and push, "and they see you, naked and moaning, greedily taking my cock in your ass." And just like that, suddenly Naruto was in him, filling him, splitting him in two and nothing, fucking nothing else mattered. "I'll have to kill them," Naruto said, his voice raspy with need. "This face," Naruto kissed the side of his jaw and moved, pulling nearly completely out before pushing back in. Sasuke gasped and panted, fingers curling over the tiles. "These noises," Naruto continued, "I don't want to share… not with anyone. I won't let you walk away again."

Sasuke turned his head until Naruto looked at him, blue eyes ablaze, before he nodded. "I won't," he swore, and claimed Naruto's lips in a wet and needy kiss only broken when he moaned, sucking in heavy breaths of air because, god help him, Naruto was moving.

One tan hand wrapped around his chest, holding him close, while the other held tightly to his hip, branding their warmth into his skin and Naruto's chin fell on his shoulder. He whispered words that Sasuke had no hope of ever making out but that sent liquid fire coiling and swirling to his core, twisting faster and burning hotter, boiling up and up…

"Oh god, fuck, Naruto," he warned and Naruto's fingers were suddenly gripping his cock, pumping it frantically, with no sense of rhythm, to match his chaotic thrusts.

"I always wanted you," Naruto whispered low and soft, like a caress, and Sasuke's eyes shot open only to see white as his orgasm ripped through him, burning him everywhere, leaving him hot and cold all at once.

He tried to yell Naruto's name but it came out garbled as Naruto wrapped both his arms around him, holding him tightly, bucking into him from behind as his own release took him. Sasuke's name fell off Naruto's lips, rich and dark, curling around Sasuke's senses until he thought he might drown in the sound of his own name.

Amidst warm caresses and breathless sighs, they slid to the floor together as the water from the shower sent painful tingles of pleasure over their sensitive skin.


Sasuke pulled on the sweatshirt he'd borrowed from Naruto and turned to look at the grinning man sitting on a wooden bench behind him.

Blue eyes danced with amusement and Naruto waved a lazy hand at him. "This will teach you not to take a shower with your clothes on."

Sasuke didn't even deign to give Naruto an answer and tied the string on his borrowed sweats that hung low on his hips. He did smirk however, when he noticed Naruto bite his lower lip, his fingers twitching like he couldn't wait to touch.

Naruto blinked like he was coming out of a trance and cleared his throat. "Hey, Sasuke, did I tell you I got new windows in my apartment?"

Sasuke gathered his wet clothes and shoved them into Naruto's gym bag. "Hn, no, but I assumed that after six weeks you wouldn't still have saran wrap on your windows."

Naruto clucked his tongue and stood, rubbing the back of his neck before leaning against the lockers. "And they say assuming makes you look like an ass…" Naruto said under his breath but then laughed. "Anyway, what was I saying before… right, new windows. They are security glass. You know, where I can see out but no one can see in."

Sasuke nodded, gym bag in hand, while he leaned against the lockers opposite Naruto. "So?"

"Well," Naruto said and a blush colored his cheeks. The detective nervously turned his head to the side, and Sasuke saw the bruise he'd left on Naruto neck and instantly his mouth went dry. "I was thinking, if you want, we could go home and try a variation of what we just did in the showers against those very windows."

Sasuke dropped the gym bag to the floor and, very aware that his borrowed pants were doing nothing to hide what he really thought of Naruto's idea, he didn't even try to cover it and instead walked over to the blond, pressing his erection solidly against Naruto's.

"Ahhh," Naruto breathed shallowly, his blond lashes shuttering his eyes, "So?"

Sasuke pushed Naruto's face aside and licked at the mark. "Are you asking me on a date?" he whispered between licks and nips.

"Ummm… what? Yes!" Naruto answered when Sasuke wrapped his arms around the blond, grabbing his ass, grinding against him, and sucking harshly at his neck.

"Well, then," Sasuke said with a smirk, pulling away, and walking over to his discarded bag. "You know what they say…"

Naruto blinked hazily, nearly tripping over his feet as his followed Sasuke to the door. "Yeah, you're an ass. Wait, no... What?"

Sasuke turned, grabbing Naruto's t-shirt and pulling him forward until he spoke wickedly against pink lips. "Forty-fourth time's a charm."


The end.


*huffs angrily*

WHERE did that fluff come from? Dammit.

*walks away, hands in pockets, whistling 'innocently'*