Wrong Number

AN: This looks like it is going to be a 4 shot now. I figure: 1chapter of Naruto, 1 chapter of Sasuke, 1 chapter of them getting together and 1 chapter of smut. *nods to self* Works for me... you notice that my long windedness is kicking in. Then again, these are shorter chapters than I usually write. I got this one done in one day as well. Wish I was this fast writing chapters for my other story :(

Oh, before I forget. You love me!! You really love me!!! Thanks for all the reviews! *grins*


Wrong Number –2. Disconnected


Sasuke stared at the phone in his hand as if it held all the answers to the universe. Okay, maybe to just his universe. Maybe just about the blonde in his universe.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

He was shocked, he was confused and he was as hard as a quantum physics thesis.

“If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, please dial the operator.”

Unable to divine any answers from his phone, he clicked it off and set it down on the coffee table.

“What in the hell was that all about?” he asked out loud.

He’d had no idea that Uzumaki had felt that way about him. After all, they only had to be within 20 yards of each other for the fighting and name calling to start. To him, the blonde-headed nuisance was too loud, too bright and too fucking happy to know what real life was like. Everything about him screamed happy childhood from the orange colored shirts to the big stupid grin he wore all the time.

Naruto always had his friends around him, was always carefree about his studies and while he attended classes, he was invariably late. The idiot would just smile and shrug off anything that would stress other people out. And even though the moron had other girls that wanted to go out with him, he doggedly persisted in asking out the one girl that didn’t view him as anything other than a friend.

So why did the idiot call him up to confess in such a manner?

It hadn’t sounded like he was drunk. He had sounded nervous at first, which Sasuke could easily understand given the circumstance. But then he had grown confident and sure of what he had been saying. He had meant every word he had said.

Sighing, the raven-haired man stood up from his plush leather couch and walked out of his elegantly furnished living room into the kitchen. He had to admit that he liked his new apartment. It was modern, new and no one had lived there before him.

After he had turned twenty-one and had officially gained access to his inheritance, the first thing he had done was sell his family home and everything within it. He had let his father’s business partners buy out enough of his shares that he was not a threat to them. He only retained enough to keep him quite comfortable the rest of his life (barring the business closing naturally) and to give him a decent vote when it came to major company-altering decisions. Not that he really cared about the business, but he wasn’t going to turn down a steady income.

He had been thrust into the adult world too fast with the death of his parents at the hands of his psycho brother. Things that he had always taken for granted, things that his father had handled with ease had suddenly been thrust into his lap, demanding decisions. It hadn’t helped that he had been ordered into counseling at the time.

He’d had to repress and hide every hint of the desire to find his fucking nut job of a brother and flay the asshole alive. He’d never gotten the chance since they had easily tracked the murderer back to his dorm in his fancy private university, stroking his dead mother’s hair. Her body had been found at the crime scene, but her head had been missing. Needless to say, his brother was in a nice padded room probably for the rest of his life.

As he deftly sliced a tomato for his turkey sandwich, Sasuke forced himself to think about Naruto. He had to admit to himself, being totally objective of course, that the blonde wasn’t half bad looking. Golden hair that looked like it hadn’t been visited by a brush for days at a time. Bright blue eyes that seemed to both light up a room and yet pierce right through someone at the same time. From what he had seen at the fitness center on campus, the tanned body was tight and well defined.

He had never stuck around to see how well endowed the blonde was or if his hair was that loud of a yellow naturally. For some reason or another he had always delayed going into the showers when Naruto was around.

Sasuke practically threw the butter knife into the sink, splattering mayonnaise in the process, when he realized he was actually curious as to Naruto’s size. His sandwich was halfway to his mouth when he stopped as a thought occurred to him.

If Uzumaki was currently entertaining thoughts of shoving his endowment up Sasuke’s ass, then perhaps he should be concerned with the size.

He viciously bit into his dinner as a blush stole over his features. He tried to tell himself that the flush was due to anger not some half-assed form of embarrassment and furthermore his cock did not just twitch with interest.

He should just forget the whole thing and go out with that pink-headed girl that was always turning down the dobe. She was always nagging Sasuke for a date and she should be an easy lay to relieve some frustration. A frown stole over his face. He could’ve sworn that his cock had just pouted.

Who in the hell was he kidding? He had never been able to keep a girlfriend more than a month and while sex with one was okay, he got just about as much enjoyment from jerking off in the shower. With fewer headaches.

But then afterwards, he was still by himself.

“So that neither one of us would ever be alone again.”

What he needed to do was to find out if the idiot was serious or if he was just fucking around with him. Once he knew whether or not he was serious, he needed to decide what he wanted to do about it. Strangely enough, the more he thought about the situation, the less he was opposed to contemplating the possibility.

If it had just been a big joke, then the idiot was going to need an ambulance when Sasuke was through with him.

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It was late afternoon when Sasuke finally found his quarry. The blonde had been absent from the one class that they shared on Mondays. The professor hadn’t even called the young man’s name out when he had taken attendance as if he had known ahead of time that Naruto wasn’t going to be there. Sasuke wondered if he had called his professor that morning.

The absence had made him even more concerned that perhaps the idiot had been serious. If it had been a joke, he would have been there to gloat.

He knew that Naruto joined his friend Inuzuka three to four times a week in the fitness center where they worked out together. Not that he took any particular note of the blonde’s activities, of course.

None at all.

He just happened to have been there one day at the same time that the other two students were and had decided that it really was a good time to work out.

He had been doing so from then on.

He slipped into the locker room to change clothes so he could then go out into the weight room to observe the blonde. The loud crash of something hitting the lockers caught his attention.

“Damn you, Kiba! What the hell were you thinking?! I can’t believe you did that to me! Do you know how embarrassing that was? To say all those damn things to a guy? To him? Why the hell did you dial his number?!” It was Naruto’s voice that was yelling furiously throughout the locker room.

Sasuke froze at the sound of the two arguing young men. It had been a joke. A joke played on the both of them. It hadn’t been real.

Naruto hadn’t meant to say those things to him.

Sasuke was suddenly suffocating on the waves of humiliation, anger and disappointment. His vision started to haze over in a red rage that only wanted to hurt something in retaliation for his own pain. His body stood, taut and quivering like a glass bombarded with sonic vibrations. He waited to see if he would hold together or if he would shatter.

"Because it is pretty fucking obvious that you like him," Kiba said defensively.

"What?!"

"Naruto, have you ever stopped and thought about how much time you talk about him? How much time you complain and bitch about him? You talk about him twice as often as Sakura," Kiba tried to say reasonably.

"That's because he is a fucking jerk!" Naruto practically screeched.

"Yeah, then why the hell do you stare at him half the time like he's a god damned bowl of ramen with all your favorite toppings?" Kiba shot back, his voice starting to betray some of his agitation.

There was a brief shocked silence. "I do not!" If Naruto's pitch went any higher, dogs would start howling.

The undertone of panic in the defensive retort caught Sasuke's attention and served to calm his fury somewhat. There was something going on here besides a prank call.

The statement was immediately followed by another loud crash. "Dammit, you almost hit me!" Kiba yelled angrily.

"Hold still and next time I won't miss!" Naruto growled back.

"Fine! Answer me one damn thing and then I'll leave you the hell alone," Kiba promised.

"What?" he asked sullenly.

"Who were you thinking about while you were talking on the phone?" he asked smugly.

Sasuke held his breath without realizing it.

There was a long moment of silence. "Who do you think?" came the grumbled answer.

It was obviously a rhetorical question, but Kiba jumped on the opportunity. "I think you were thinking about him," he promptly replied.

"Fuck you, Kiba. I'm out of here." Naruto's voice sounded defeated. Footsteps sounded, moving away from where Sasuke was standing behind a set of lockers.

"Dammit, Naruto! Why don't you grow a set and just admit that you like him. Maybe then you can actually be happy for once instead of fucking pretending all the time!" the brunette called after his friend.

"Fuck off, Kiba. Mind your own damn business." Again the voice was sullen and subdued.

Pretending? Apparently, there was a hell of a lot more that Sasuke didn't know about Naruto than he’d realized.

The door closing echoed through the room as if the knell of some final pronouncement.

A deep sigh was heard. "You done eavesdropping now, Uchiha?"

Gathering his emotions and tucking them away neatly, Sasuke strolled with seeming casualness around the corner of the lockers. He kept his face blank with that hint of boredom that kept everyone at a distance. He opened his mouth to speak, ready to tell Inuzuka just how little he cared about their game when the younger boy spoke first.

"I don't want to hear your shit. The only thing I'm going to say is that if you're interested, you better do something about it. If not, then stay the hell away from him." With that, the other boy picked up his gym bag and stalked out of the room.