Muse

Chapter Two


AN (it's because I wrote the first chapter in July that I updated this so fast)

ALSO THANK YOU ADI!!!

And Miyun, for editing like a pro :'D

Summary: When Naruto is a well known flirt and Sasuke is a high scoring (repressed) student who seems to have nothing on his mind apart from academic achievements and no time for personal ‘romantic’ relationships. So when Sasuke meets Naruto and develops a full blown crush within five minutes of meeting him it comes as something of a shock.
Although Sasuke doesn't really understand any reason as to why he should be attracted to the blond in the first place and determines to get Naruto out of his system as quickly as possible.
But the trouble is, the more time they spend together the less time they seem to want to spend apart. Except Sasuke’s hiding more then he lets on, even from himself.

Warning: Lemon


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It had to be on the day that Sasuke got Naruto inside his house; the day when, after ten minutes of forced conversation, Naruto had talked about everything from the weather to the upholstery, that Sasuke realised he hadn’t heard any of it because he’d been looking at Naruto’s gently toned shoulders, his hands, his neck, his mouth and his choppy unruly hair.

Sasuke had stood up from the kitchen counter then abruptly and walked across the expanse of the marble floor and said in a demanding and forceful tone: “You’re bi-sexual aren’t you?”

And then, without waiting for a more coherent reply than a slightly non-plussed “Uh?” From the blond, he put one hand on the back of Naruto’s chair, one hand on the counter top and kissed him.

Naruto had started, eyes wide open, Sasuke’s mouth coy and pressing against his own, very slightly moist, very slightly parted, but very very wanting.

They broke apart, Sasuke’s dark eyes probing his face, with what usually would have been a warm or vulnerable look, perhaps holding his breath whilst he evaluated the likelihood of his rejection.

Except Sasuke Uchiha didn’t look like that, instead he looked confident, sexy, inwardly assured that Naruto would take him up on his offer of quick sex and an instant fix to his ‘temporary infatuation’.

Naruto didn’t doubt for a minute that Sasuke Uchiha had ever received a refusal in his life; he was just too damned good looking. He looked good, he smelt good, he had a deep pleasurably gravely voice, he had long dark eye lashes that framed silvery grey eyes, his body was tall and lean like that of an athletes - an Olympic runner for example, or the toned elegance of a tennis player.

He moved rhythmically as well, Naruto had noticed in the brief ten minutes they’d been—or he’d been talking in. All the time in which Sasuke had stared at him intently, fingers tapping a steady and what must have been subconscious rhythm onto the counter top.

So Naruto did what was expected of him, he got up from his chair, feet firmly planted on the ground, slid his hand round the back of Sasuke’s head and pulled him in closer and deeper for another kiss. There was tongue and teeth in this one, Sasuke probing and wanting to know what Naruto felt like, what Naruto tasted like, dancing against Naruto’s tongue, fingers brushing lightly up Naruto’s arms.

They broke apart panting slightly, a pale flush was spreading steadily across Sasuke’s cheeks and Naruto caught himself thinking how pretty Sasuke looked, light falling across his cheeks, casting blue black shadows from his hair onto his pale skin.

It was mad really, they’d all heard of Sasuke Uchiha, Sasuke with the perfect grades, Sasuke with the perfect upbringing, the perfect brother, the perfect looks, that icy almost cuttingly polite demeanour and yet here they were, standing in a wide, expensive looking kitchen (probably bigger then his whole flat) and Sasuke was quite honestly—dear god he hoped he hadn’t got this wrong, asking him to fuck him.

For seconds they stood there inhaling, sizing each other up, Sasuke drinking Naruto in with his eyes, and Naruto just breathing, wondering if this was all real.

Then Sasuke said “Upstairs.” In a slight husky voice, and walked out the kitchen door into the hallway. Naruto almost tripped over his feet as he hastened to move after him.

In truth Naruto was something of a flirt. He was charming by nature, and he knew how to flatter people into getting what he wanted. He was painfully honest, and said (much to his own distress and delight as well as of that of others) the first thing that came into his head upon thinking it. He was often crude with his language, he enjoyed music and drama and was often seen hanging about the drama department around production times chatting to members of the cast and crew.

He loved laughing and meeting new people and the exploration of new relationships, but he had a habit of making ardent and passionate love to his fixation of the moment, becoming temporarily obsessed with them until they returned his affection, after which he would slowly lose interest. Naruto, in short, enjoyed the chase - the trials and tribulations of courting, making someone fall in love with him was an art he had perfected and honed into a deadly skill.

Not that Naruto wanted to make love to the whole world; it was just something that seemed to happen. And after all, Naruto was a tall, tanned blond with a toned figure, broad shoulders, sunlight bright hair and mischievous eyes the colour of tropical waters sent frothy by the hard currents of the wind.

He formed and kept friendships easily and found people were strangely attracted to him.

Too attracted to him.

So when Sasuke turned round in the doorway of his bedroom, or some guest room, or where ever it was in this giant house, Naruto took notice of the position of the bed in the centre of the room and then ignored everything in the world except Sasuke.

At was at this point that Sasuke began to wonder if this had been such a good idea after all, except it was a little hard to think with Naruto moving towards him with such an intent look in his blue eyes. He fell against the door with his hands pressed against the wood, heart jumping like it was going to fly out his throat when Naruto stood very close, nose touching the base of Sasuke’s jaw.

“So are we doing this?” Naruto asked as Sasuke took in a shuddering breath and hoped he wouldn’t fly backwards through the doorframe and onto the floor, using his tongue and licking at the soft tender spot between the bottom of his jaw and his trachea. The words vibrated there, low and deep, sending a tingling sensation all over Sasuke’s body, he let out an unsteady breath but tried to keep his voice as calm and as uninterested as possible, he didn’t want Naruto to know how suddenly nervous he felt, as if he was about to take a plunge from the high dive into a bottomless pool, as if he was about to scale mount Everest with only a sock and a teaspoon.
As if this was some life altering moment.

He bit the inside of his cheek.

“I suppose.”

Naruto looked at him and laughed, that raw blue twinkle in his eye as if knew something Sasuke didn’t, voice grating over Sasuke’s body like raw pebbles and grit.

“You suppose my ass,” Naruto reciprocated with, and Sasuke found himself pinned to the wall, arms either side of his head looking back at the blond haired youth with anger and desire mixed together so he didn’t know which was which.

“You want me to do this don’t you?” He was teasing, his mouth against Sasuke’s neck, that place - that secret place which drove Sasuke crazy, buzzing warm and tingling, filling his head with incoherent words and dilapidated sentences.

“Don’t you want this, Sasuke?”

Sasuke bit his lip, not wanting to say anything, too proud and stubborn even now to open his mouth and admit he wanted Naruto to screw him to within an inch of his life. He thought it was unfair when Naruto edged a leg and hip between his legs, Sasuke’s bare feet sliding to the sides. The soles of his feet dragging across the floor, and the soft insides of his legs not burning so much as they ached, ached and yearned and hurt like the rest of his body did when all that Naruto was doing was just…just…

The back of his calves ached, his upper thighs, the inside of his thighs, not just his groin but his whole ass, like he was slowly burning, the ashes and flames licking up his body from the place between his legs to the place where Naruto’s teeth and lips and tongue were working against his neck. Hard cold delirium as it rose and fell inside his chest, inside a bubble of erotic sensation he heard himself moan, and Naruto laugh again.

He wanted to turn his head, to bite back, to show Naruto that he was in control but he couldn’t, sneaky thoughts in his head to lean in further, to grind, to fall against Naruto and give in.

“Sasuke?”

Perilous, husky, haunting note as Naruto slid one hand up Sasuke’s thigh, one hand so close to touching but not, rubbing the skin in circles above his hip, fingers trailing down, sliding down his legs again and Sasuke thought his legs might buckle and give way beneath him.

The heat between them was incredible; Sasuke could almost feel his blood vessels dilating, sending blood skittering throughout his entire body. He turned his face to meet Naruto’s lips, wanting physical contact as desire and trepidation ebbed through him like a mountain river.

“Yes, yes!” Almost unaware of himself as he surged forwards trying to claim Naruto’s lips with his own, wanting to plunder and be ravaged, anything to stop the teasing and toying, to be rough and fast, feeling he would snap if something didn’t happen soon.

Naruto pulled his head back, laughing, hands moving to the waist line of Sasuke’s jeans, thumb hooking under the belt and jerking Sasuke by his waist closer to him, still avoiding kissing Sasuke’s lips, playing and toying as Sasuke moaned and bit the base of Naruto’s neck, then the bottom of his jaw.

Then began slow, deliberate kissing that drove Sasuke mad. Once against his temple before moving across to the other side of his face, brushing against his lips as he greedily leant forwards for more, then back to the base of his jaw again, all the time Naruto slowly unhooking his belt and undoing the catch of his trousers.

He hardly noticed Naruto pushing him backwards towards the bed, caught up in the way Naruto’s tongue just played with the tip of his own and the way Naruto suddenly angled his head to push in deeper when Sasuke wasn’t suspecting it.

Unsuspecting and caught off guard, suddenly hot and demanding in a way which made the room spin, Sasuke, lifting his arms (finally) to place them about Naruto’s neck and shoulders, fingers digging in as Naruto used the distraction to slide one hand down the front of Sasuke’s trousers and stroke, touch, tease him almost, so Sasuke’s nails drove down hard into his shoulder blades as he actually tilted his head back in surprise and moaned.

“You like that, right?” Naruto asked, speaking into Sasuke’s neck again. God damn this guy smelt good, the slight aroma of fresh sweat against a deeper huskier smell of soap and what must have been the fruity tang of a cologne; it pressed against the inside of his nose and throat, moving like liquid fire down his senses.

Sasuke was holding onto Naruto’s neck now, forehead pressed against his chest and moaning as Naruto’s thumb swirled at the tip of his shaft, precum dribbling down the tips of his fingers and into his palm, wet, sticky and warm.
He angled Sasuke’s head so he could kiss him again as he wrapped his fingers around Sasuke’s weeping cock, pumping slowly loving the small “Oh,” and “Shit!” and the way Sasuke bit his bottom lip when he deliberately went slower.
It wasn’t long before Sasuke began to rock his hips in time with Naruto’s ministrations, trying to get him to go faster, and Naruto, his hand slipping to the small of Sasuke’s back and then down to his ass, withdrawing his hand from the front of Sasuke’s pants so he could grind their hips together.

Sasuke forgot about everything then, everything and anything except Naruto, and how good it felt, how good everything felt, running and entwining his fingers in Naruto’s hair, lips against his own lips, sometimes open, sometimes closed, sometimes in between, letting Sasuke decide whether he wanted to lick, bite or kiss.

Somehow Naruto got the shirt off Sasuke’s slender torso, somehow he had pushed Sasuke into the middle of the room, somehow he had pushed Sasuke back down and onto the bed, pausing for a second to rip off his own jacket and t-shirt whilst Sasuke watched, breathless and panting.

He was impatient; he wanted it now, wanted Naruto, wanted it and everything so badly that he almost couldn’t bear it. All of his cool, detached manner was gone as Naruto climbed onto the bed, the springs squeaking and the mattress sagging as he climbed over Sasuke’s body, hands and arms either side of his head, while eyes raked over the lean pale limber figure before him hungrily.

It made goosebumps erupt over Sasuke’s skin and he shivered as Naruto placed a kiss on his collarbone, working his way down to the centre of his chest, then to his stomach, his navel, swirling and dipping and to Sasuke’s surprise his whole body arched, muscles clenching and then releasing.

Naruto looked up at him, eyes twinkling, “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” he said in a low husky voice.

“Well you’re fucking slow,” Sasuke bit back, lying flat on his back, quick juddering breaths inflating his lungs in his hot, gummy body.

“Heh,” he grinned, stupid beautiful gorgeous face, “but teasing you is only half the fun, Sasuke.”

It was the emphasis on his name, the way he’d run the two parts into each other so that they sounded like a moan, it was the way he said it quietly, harshly and smoothly at the same time. Sasuke had never heard his name like that before, something less then a short bark, almost sensual. Sasuke opened his mouth to respond, but Naruto moved over his chest, coming up to kiss Sasuke again on his flushed lips, ignoring the little whimpers, moans and pleas of frustration, liking, loving how Sasuke reacted to him just touching him, and hearing Sasuke yell as he bit his nipple and sucked hard.

Sasuke instinctively thrust upwards, trying to bite down on the yell but failing abysmally, his whole body tingled and ached, sizzling with raw sensation and frustration that built and built like the melody of a song.

“Fuck,” he kept saying over and over again as Naruto along each rib sending nerves spiralling in all directions, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“M’getting there.” Naruto said, indistinctly against Sasuke’s lower abdomen, he could see every muscle in Sasuke’s body, all toned, all fit, all craving, all yearning. Perfect washboard stomach, with a slight trail of jet-black hair that disappeared beneath his unbuckled jeans and briefs.

Sasuke Uchiha wore white Calvin Klein briefs, somehow Naruto wasn’t surprised, and he probably wore Armani shirts and Rolex Watches.

Sasuke had thought…he didn’t know what he’d thought apart from the uncomfortable sensation of being unnaturally attracted to Naruto from the word go earlier that same day. He’d slept with guys before, in the backroom of a club, the back seat of a car, hotel rooms, one night stands always one-time things, there was no exception.

Sasuke was good at those; he had no feeling towards his sexual partners, and having had his first sexual experience at the age of fourteen, he had found through experimentation that women just didn’t do it for him.

Of course Sasuke was young enough, testosterone filled and had hormones raging to ‘get it up’ for just about anyone or anything, but it wasn’t quite the same as being aroused beyond all coherent thought by having another sexy, experienced guy touch him and take him beyond all coherent thought.

With Naruto it was probably a case of getting him out of his system as soon as possible, which meant Naruto screwing him, which meant that afterwards these ‘feelings’ whatever feelings they were, no doubt some spawn of intense physical attraction, would die and ebb away.

Sasuke felt the raking of hands over his body, his clothes being stripped, to leave his legs bare against the chill air of the room and he found himself sitting up and kneeling, unhooking Naruto’s jeans, kissing his torso and licking at the sweat that had formed against the blond’s collar bone, biting at Naruto’s hands and fingers as they moved across his cheeks to plunder his mouth.

Naruto kicked off his trousers and, good grief, Sasuke found himself thinking, why did Naruto wear orange boxers? He thought about laughing but stifled it as Naruto stripped them off too, slowly, smoothly, and Sasuke swallowed all inclination to laugh.

Naruto would have made a fortune as a stripper.

All masculine hips with just the right amount of muscular definition in his legs and lower stomach, blond hair, or dark blond curls anyway, he was a natural blond after all then, despite the unnaturally bright colour of his hair, and as he pushed Sasuke down onto the mattress again, rough, warm hands against his shoulders. The alien feel of their erections sliding against each other, slippery with precum, warm hard pressure on his chest and Naruto moving his fingers into Sasuke’s mouth so he could suck on them, take them right back against his palate and suck, leaving them wet and sticky with saliva. Watching as Naruto trailed his fingers across Sasuke’s chest leaving a cold trail between his ribs, and then his stomach, sliding between his and Naruto’s pelvis and then in.

Sasuke arched, and gave out a yell because it hurt, but at the same time wanting to lean down more, his face was screwed up and he was panting as Naruto watched him with intense fascination.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He murmured, kissing Sasuke roughly against his lips, teeth biting into Sasuke’s lower lip, “Do you know how beautiful you are when you look like that?” and he pushed his fingers in deeper so Sasuke tossed his head from his to side and writhed beneath him, hot crushing flush sweeping up his body, flooding his pale skin like pink ink in water.

“Naruto,” Moaned Sasuke, head thrown back, “just—I want—do it—just stop all this…Ah!”

“Where do you keep them?” Naruto asked, and Sasuke pointed to the top draw of a cabinet beside the bed.

He was back within seconds, that intent look still on his face, blue eyes almost lazy with desire as he ripped the condom packet open and applied the lubricant.

“ ‘Slip and Ride’, ” he said slowly, reading the label, “ ‘Cool blue flavour.’ ”

“Don’t ask,” Sasuke told him as Naruto pushed one of Sasuke’s legs up and over his shoulder, he wanted to see Sasuke’s face as he did this, “just please don’t ask.”

But Naruto had seemed to have forgotten as he positioned himself against Sasuke’s entrance and Sasuke told himself not to clench despite the fact that it felt like a broom handle was being slowly but surely shoved up his ass. But one look at Naruto’s face and he forgot all about it, gripping the sheets underneath him, he tilted his hips wanting to take Naruto in more, waiting for Naruto to open his eyes, to look at him, blue and muzzy and to move and make him—them, feel new heights and touch something close to heaven.

“Naruto,” he said, “move or I’ll rip your god damn dick off.”

Naruto licked his lips, eyes still closed, fingers burning with hot delightful pressure into Sasuke’s hips in a way, which was sure to leave bruises.

He did start moving then, short shallow thrusts that made Sasuke cry out for more, finding, moving, probing for that white hot bag of nerves inside of Sasuke that made light explode and sound lose all meaning. Working inside Sasuke’s body, wanting to go slower but unable to, telling Sasuke he was perfect, absolutely perfect, hot and tight and clenching and it was Sasuke who came first with a yell, sooner then he’d meant to and then Naruto biting Sasuke at the junction between the shoulder and the neck, and Sasuke thought he heard Naruto say “I love you,” as he came, except he didn’t…he couldn’t have…because they weren’t lovers and Naruto didn’t…he didn’t…Naruto probably meant someone else.

That was the last thing Sasuke thought anyway, that and the painful twinge in his own chest as he felt himself sink limbs lose and limber, into the dark.


* * *

When Sasuke woke something unusual happened, well something unusual in the way of things happening to Sasuke anyway because this didn’t usually happen. It was like some unspoken decree had been broken or some invisible line had been crossed.

Naruto was still there.

In truth he wasn’t lying next to him, or even touching Sasuke, the sound of movements across his bedroom had woken him up from his post-orgasmic state and he sat up hair messy, skin glowing and eyes wide to see Naruto wearing only his blue stone washed jeans across the other side of the room looking through his CD collection.

At the sound of Sasuke sitting up he turned smiling, that sexy bedroom grin, Sasuke thought, slightly mischievous, slightly dreamy.

His heart flipped inside his chest—no, wait.


That wasn’t supposed to happen.

“You listen to a lot of old music.” Was the first thing that rolled off Naruto’s tongue, Sasuke was looking at him almost perplexed, silver grey eyes wide, long lashes fringing his eyes like the wings of a dark bird.

Sasuke looked thoroughly kissed, thoroughly touched, utterly fuckable, love bites on his lower neck and collar bone, the slight purpling reddish look of where Naruto’s incisors had bit down hard into that ivory skin and left red flushing marks.


God Naruto’d like to…he’d like to do him again, right now, this second, up against the wall and hear him screaming his name again as he came, make him pass out from pleasure, the both of them.

That bizarre iron impenetrable defence, the cold clipped polite tones he’d been greeted with at the door, scattering like melted snow. It was bizarre, like talking to another person.

“Uh, yeah.” Was Sasuke’s reply as if he didn’t quite know what to say.

Was he blushing?

There really wasn’t much to blush about, he’d have wondered around the room naked but suspected that Sasuke wouldn’t like that.

“You even have some old vinyl records here,” Naruto continued turning to look at the shelf behind him, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many before, the only name I recognise is Pink Floyd. Who’s-”

“That’s Itachi’s,” Sasuke interrupted abruptly, scowling suddenly, “it’s only in here because he doesn’t want it cluttering up his room, so he clutters up mine instead.”
Naruto blinked, sensing the sudden change in tone, the siblings obviously didn’t get along too well.
“Who’s Jimmy Jones?” he asked, pointing to a row of patched obviously second hand CDs.
“An artist.” Sasuke told him bluntly, still scowling and slightly defensive, as he’d been caught doing something wrong or private, Naruto gave him a half lidded smile at this, as if he found the tone of Sasuke’s voice quite amusing.

“I kind of guessed.” He said softly.

The smile made Sasuke’s heart do that odd frog leap again inside his chest, he felt distinctly uncomfortable, embarrassed even.

Why was Naruto still here? And for god sakes, why was he still feeling like this? As if one slight word from Naruto could bring thunderstorms or sunshine into his day?

Why was it that every time Naruto looked at him, a passing glance this way or even a slight curve of those lips, it sent his mind skittering in a thousand different directions?

Why was he all jumbled up and confused, and sitting here feeling like he was making an idiot out of himself?

Usually afterwards he found himself quite able to slip into the easy cold demeanour he was so used to, not caring what the other person thought or felt of him, happy to slip out the back door and never to see them again and to pretend he’d never known them.

Sex was brief and uncomplicated, no strings attached.

That was the rule.

There weren’t any strings here either, but he felt inevitably caught up in something anyway, because here he was sitting in bed still wanting Naruto to come over to the bed, run his fingers through his hair and kiss him!

“Jazz artists,” Sasuke said mutely answering Naruto’s question and friendly demeanour, fingers wondering across the sheets.

He’d have to change them before Itachi got back, and Itachi would ask questions with querulous eyebrows and know. How could he have been so stupid as to have asked somebody back to his house, let them fuck him and then…and then…

“Can I eat something?” Naruto asked, breaking the heavy silence that had seemed to develop between them.

“I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“The kitchen’s…you know where the kitchen is.”

“Do you have any Ramen?” the blond asked hopefully, hands in the back pocket of his jeans.

“Any what?”

There was a sigh.

“Never mind then.”

Sasuke scowled at him.

“What if I get lost?” the blond inquired, hand on the door handle, easy, generous, sexy grin back again.

“Just wander around until you find it.”

Then the door closed, Sasuke put his forehead against his knee and swore quietly to himself.

“What do I do, what do I do?” he muttered, mouth muffled against the fabric.

He didn’t even know what to say to Naruto, they’d hardly talked.

Take a shower, change the sheets, go downstairs, and sort it out.

Don’t think of him as a person, think of him as a particularly stubborn paper that you have to write, you know you are more than capable of dealing with this.

* * *

Itachi stuck the key in the lock and jiggled it in the door because the stupid thing was stuck. He was home early; he didn’t know why he was home early but he just was.
Standing out on the front porch as dusk crept up the street he felt distinctly irritable, people had been harassing him all day and he was grumpy. He wanted a drink, and maybe watch a movie before he either fell asleep on the sofa or went out to that club Hidan was always going on about.

Maybe he should ask Sasuke to come too, except Sasuke always looked uncomfortable whenever he was presented with Itachi’s friends - especially Kisame, but then again who wasn’t intimidated by Kisame?

“Don’t ignore your brother Itachi,” his mother had told him when he was twelve and complaining about Sasuke following him everywhere like a shadow.
“He’s the only brother you’ve got.”

“Or will ever have, thank god.” Itachi muttered, throwing his weight against the door so it finally burst open, he chucked his keys in the blue and white china bowl on the hallway coffee table.

He stopped to take off his shoes by the pew, looking around for Sasuke, frowning. The youth was probably in his room studying; he could be awfully nerdy like that sometimes.
Itachi made his way to the kitchen, thinking about drinking, women, men, sex, food, his job and the fact that he needed to get some new clothes, and perhaps new shoes.
But then he stopped dead.

Someone was standing in front of the fridge that was definitely not his brother, neither was it Gaara or Sakura.

Itachi’s mind stretched to think of any other friends or people that were generally tolerating of Sasuke’s cool and detached manner, or any other people that Sasuke was comfortable enough to allow to wander about the house.
None sprung to mind.

This topless person with a defined figure, blue jeans and dishevelled blond hair was peering into his personal food supplies as if he had all the right in the world to do it.

No one went through Itachi’s stuff, not if they wanted to keep all their fingers, anyway.

Burglars don’t break into people’s houses and then raid the fridge, however; they are usually too preoccupied raiding other things such as the family jewels.

But the family jewels were in a safe beneath the carpet in the dining room, not the kitchen so this was either a very stupid half naked burglar…or just a very hungry one--half naked.

“You have ten seconds to tell me what you’re doing in my house, rifling through my fridge, before I kill you.” Itachi announced from the opposite side of the kitchen making the intruder jump. It was best to come at these things from the front. Itachi knew from experience.

The person turned in a startled questioning manner, exposing bright blue eyes and a toned chest, Itachi’s eyes swept over his figure appreciatively, then flicked up, serious, dark and deadly, all business with devilish intent.

He was about to reach for his gun (he often did this, simply because he was good at acting and to call his bluff would be to reveal nerves of reinforced titanium) when the blond holding an opened can of diet coke said in a wondering voice “How is it that the two of you are so good looking?”

Itachi felt his mouth twitch a little, ‘the two of you’ and ‘good looking’ meaning a number of various little things that told him all he needed to know about this blond youth.

He took the can of coke away from the blond’s outstretched fingers, his eyes revealing nothing but his mouth twisting into a wry smile.

“Keep talking.” He said silkily, “And I might just decided to let you live.”

And waited for this person to obligingly spill his guts.

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A/N (2)
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There's plot I swear, I'm just getting to it.