The Penthouse Letter

Warning: The point of view will continue as third person from the last section. And yes, this is a partial submission to SasuNaru day so that means the first part was NaruSasu while this second half is SasuNaru.

Happy SasuNaru day!

Happy (early) birthday to Master of the Rebels! As I will be in Japan for her birthday, this fic will be posted slightly early. I hope you like it Master!


Penthouse Letter

Part II: A Photographer’s Perspective

Naruto was in the middle of editing his latest porn novel when he jumped from his seat in alarm due to the thunderous banging on his door.

"What the hell is your problem?" Naruto demanded opening the door, glaring at Sasuke almost as much as Sasuke was glaring at him.

"This is my problem," Sasuke growled with the penthouse letter rolled up in his one hand. Naruto's eyes darted to the article that seemed to be dying a slow and painful death in Sasuke’s grip.

Naruto's eyes widened.

"Ah, heh heh, uh, well, I have to get going now! Bye!" Naruto said, attempting to shove Sasuke out of his doorway to shut the door.

Frankly Sasuke wasn't having any of it. Instead of being thrown out of the doorway, Sasuke elbowed his way into Naruto's apartment.

"This is a fabricated porn story between you and me," Sasuke snarled.

"It doesn't say your name," Naruto said weakly. Sasuke flung the paper across the room, smashing something.

"I hope that was expensive," Sasuke said darkly.

Naruto didn't look to see what had crashed, too afraid of what might happen if he dared look away from the enraged man before him.

"It doesn't have to say my name. It says your name, and the other clues are obvious."

"Or maybe you're just so big headed you thought it was you," Naruto snapped, his demeanor changing. "It was Sai."

Naruto's retort stopped Sasuke dead.

Something about the comment made Sasuke's insides freeze. The fiery rage he had felt moments before left him, leaving only an empty coldness in their wake.

"You and Sai?" Sasuke said, saying the other man's name slowly, distastefully.

Sai was also a fellow artist who happened to have moved in around the same time as both Naruto and he had. Sai had dark hair, dark eyes, and creamy white skin.

"So whenever someone asks you about it, if they know me, just tell them it was him, and you don't have to worry your pretty little head about it," Naruto said, finally able to maneuver Sasuke out of his door and promptly slammed it in his face.

The thought of Sai and Naruto together sat as well with Sasuke as the thought of having a wooden rod shoved between his toenail and the nail bed.

Sasuke stood at the door for a full half minute before getting his wits about him. He began pounding on the door again.

"What?!" Naruto all but screeched upon opening the door again.

"I don't believe you," Sasuke stated, his cool voice at odds with the way he had been hammering his fist against Naruto's door.

"What?"

"I don't believe you. This wasn't about you and Sai. This was about you and me. Sai doesn't call you usuratonkachi. And while we are both artists, he is not a photographer."

Naruto merely opened his mouth and closed it again.

"You're an asshole," Naruto muttered.

"You still have my coffee," Sasuke murmured, letting himself further into Naruto's penthouse. Naruto didn't try and stop him. Sasuke barged in and helped himself to his own coffee and sat down at his usual spot at Naruto's counter, murmuring something to himself.

"What did you say?" Naruto asked.

"I said I feel like I'm acting like you are. Pounding on doors, demanding entryway, and stealing coffee," Sasuke said thoughtfully, though looking unabashed about his actions, and all together at ease.

Naruto grumbled something unintelligible to this remark. He sat down at the counter, gripping his coffee and looked off to the side.

"Why did you write that article?" Sasuke murmured before taking a long sip of his coffee. A slight blush crept up Naruto's cheeks.

"I write porn," Naruto said rolling his eyes. Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

"Why about me?" he demanded.

"It was about Sai," Naruto said. The grip Sasuke had on his borrowed coffee mug tightened.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Sasuke asked.

"Seems to be working too," Naruto said as he grinned widely at Sasuke.

"Hn. Well if you were hoping to get me into a jealous rage to want to fuck you senseless, you're mistaken. I'm taking my coffee back now," Sasuke said, getting up and heading to the door.

Behind him, Naruto spluttered his shock before rushing to his door. Sasuke expected Naruto to protest, giving him some sort of lame retort, but when Naruto side-stepped Sasuke, the serious look on his face and the tone of his voice caught Sasuke by surprise.

"That's my mug. Give it back," Naruto growled angrily.

It was the tone of Naruto's voice and not the words that stilled Sasuke. Over the time that Sasuke had known the porn writer, he had come to learn that Naruto had an indignant, almost high-pitched, angry sounding voice when he was backed into a corner. He used it when he just wanted to prove that he was right about something silly or trifle. He also used it when he was beyond exasperated and couldn’t think of anything else to get his way.

Then there was the truly angry tone. It came out as a low, serious growl. Naruto used it when he felt he had either been wronged, or when he was trying to prove that he was right about something very important.

Normally something trifle like "that's my mug" would have come with the higher pitched-indignant voice, not the serious growl.

"It's not the mug you want," Sasuke challenged, holding Naruto's intense and angry gaze.

They stood staring at each other, the tension building between the two of them.

Sasuke looked at Naruto critically. He was used to seeing Naruto smiling, looking happy: always ready with mischievous banter or an indignant retort. He liked and expected that type of behavior from Naruto. He liked seeing Naruto cheerful and playful.

Sasuke realized he also really liked seeing Naruto looking intense and serious.

It turned him on.

"But if you want the mug, you can have it," Sasuke said, holding the mug out at arm’s length. Naruto blinked at him, coming forward. As Naruto's hand neared the mug, Sasuke pulled it back slowly so that Naruto had to lean forward to better reach for it, his body coming closer to Sasuke's.

Losing interest in taking back his mug, Naruto found himself face to face with Sasuke, their mouths close to each other.

"I don't really care about the mug," Naruto confessed, letting his eyelids flutter shut as he pressed his lips gently against Sasuke's.

The kiss was soft and short.

"The article was about me," Sasuke pressed quietly.

"The article was about you," Naruto conceded which earned him another kiss. Their lips and bodies bumped against each other as Sasuke's hand still held his mug.

"Like something you see, usuratonkachi?" Sasuke murmured against Naruto's lips, quoting the article. Sasuke jutted his hips lightly into Naruto’s growing arousal.

Naruto gave a little guttural noise of consent as his lips chased after Sasuke's since he had moved them away to speak.

One hand holding his coffee, Sasuke used his other hand to lightly push Naruto back toward the kitchen, their lips barely breaking contact. Fumbling slightly, Sasuke put his coffee down on the counter before using his hands to explore Naruto's body.

They pressed close to each other, their mouths intent to devour and conquer the newfound territory.

Despite the fervor of their kissing, their bodies seemed almost reluctant to move against each other. Hands roamed, but their hips, pulsing at their groans, stayed aligned but motionless.

They broke their kiss, both of them trembling. Sasuke put his hands on the counter to try and steady his shaking as Naruto titled his head back and took in a slow, steadying breath.

There was more between them than just a horny desire to have sex.

It felt so much deeper, and Sasuke wanted to jump off the cliff and find how deep it went.

"Naruto," Sasuke breathed huskily, lustfully admiring Naruto. As a photographer, Sasuke took in all the details, enjoying the way Naruto's chest moved up and down as he breathed, admired the angle of his head tilted up, the sensuality of his closed eyes, and the fullness of his mouth open slightly in a pant.

At his name, Naruto gave a little shudder. Sasuke watched Naruto closely through lidded eyes.

"Listen, I know you're a porn writer. But I also know that you're the kind that doesn't want just a one time fling. We can go slowly," Sasuke offered, trying to half quell his own insecurity as to why neither of them seemed to be pressing for more. "We don't have to have sex right away."

Naruto turned to look at him with wide eyes.

"Umm, I'm just trying to get my thoughts together. I don't think I have any lube in the house, and I really don't want to try cooking oil, despite what I wrote," Naruto said. Sasuke blinked.

"I have some at my place," Sasuke said quickly.

"Your place it is."

Sasuke smirked as Naruto barely remembered to close the door behind him as he hurried upstairs to Sasuke’s penthouse.

Both were breathing hard as they entered Sasuke’s place. Naruto blinked once and Sasuke had already disappeared and returned with a bottle of lube already in his hand. It was Naruto’s turn to smirk at Sasuke’s eagerness.

"Excited?" Naruto teased.

"It was a surprisingly good article," Sasuke murmured, his voice lustful. Naruto shuddered before his attention turned to the lube.

"It’s flavored," Naruto noted, surprised. The photographer gave a non-committal grunt.

"Will that pose a problem?" Sasuke asked.

"No. Just surprised that you like it," Naruto said as he grabbed the bottle of lube from Sasuke’s grasp. In one surprisingly graceful movement, he had pulled Sasuke’s pants down, along with Sasuke’s black boxer-briefs, and dropped to his knees in front of Sasuke’s rigid cock.

Sasuke moaned appreciatively as Naruto began giving his soon to be lover a hand job while lathering on a thick amount of lube. His cock twitched of its own accord as Naruto pumped his hand up and down, slowly coating the dark hair at the base.

As Naruto’s hand slowed, Sasuke looked down and watched as Naruto’s tongue came out to slowly lick up Sasuke’s length before only lightly licking the swollen head.

Naruto chuckled as Sasuke’s cock bobbed at the attention. Black eyes fluttered but remained open as they locked onto mischievous blue ones.

"You’re one of those, aren’t you?" Naruto asked, grinning wickedly.

"One of what ones?"

"A visual lover. Guess I’m not surprised Mr. Photographer," Naruto said, smirking as he made sure Sasuke was watching as he vigorously licked all the lube off.

"The point of coming up here was to make sure we didn’t have just spit as lube," Sasuke pointed out a little breathlessly. Naruto grinned.

"First of all, that lube tastes awesome. Second, I’ve never seen you look so damn sexy as when you watched me licking it off of you. Makes me wanna fuck you."

"Too bad. I’m the one who’s going to be fucking you," Sasuke said with a smirk. Naruto shrugged uncaring, standing up to look at Sasuke eye-to-eye.

"We’re having sex one way or another; that’s the main part…" Naruto trailed off huskily as he watched Sasuke. The dark-haired male slowly and seductively shed the rest of his clothing.

Naruto watched mesmerized as Sasuke began to undress him.

"I’m not the only one who likes to watch," Sasuke whispered darkly into Naruto’s ear as he unbuttoned Naruto’s pants. He let them slide down Naruto’s body slowly before pressing his naked body against Naruto’s.

Naruto jumped in shock when a slick finger entered him from behind.

"When did your hand -?"

"That’s for you to try and figure out another time," Sasuke murmured. As he began to finger fuck Naruto. Naruto gasped. He gripped Sasuke’s shoulders to steady himself. Pressing himself closer to Sasuke, Naruto began to grinding his cock against Sasuke’s while pale fingers moved in and out of him.

Naruto’s head tilted back and he moaned in ecstasy as Sasuke gently moved his fingers in a beckoning motion inside of Naruto, stroking and stimulating his prostrate.

"Sasuke…" Naruto moaned as Sasuke began coating his cock up again while not-so-gently forcing Naruto to the floor. Naruto gasped as he spread his legs, feeling Sasuke begin to move into him.

Sasuke moaned as Naruto’s body arched up against his, his legs sliding alongside of Sasuke’s waist to let Sasuke enter him. The hard surface and the tilt to Naruto’s body let Sasuke go deep inside him, and Naruto cursed as he gripped Sasuke’s back, hungrily pumping his body against Sasuke’s. Sasuke readily matched the pace, the floor banging as Sasuke pounded into Naruto…

- - - - - - - - - - - -

"...and when I went to see how he had handled speaking with Naruto, I found them in the middle of Sasuke's apartment with Naruto on his back, knees bent in the air, with my little brother having at it," Itachi finished his tale to the man sitting across the desk from him.

"Well, that certainly does explain why Naruto hasn't shown up for work this morning. Poor boy hasn’t been laid in ages. Probably rather sore. At least he's doing research," the impressive looking, white-haired man noted thoughtfully.

"Undoubtedly."

"Thank you for your time Itachi."

"No problem, Jiraiya-san. And thank you again for sending me that proto-type article before you published it in your magazine. It provided great incentive to finally get the two of them together."

"No problem. As I mentioned, Naruto hasn’t gotten laid in a while, and it seemed his work was suffering. I prompted him to submit an article to the penthouse magazine to get his creative juices flowing. It seems Sasuke was the only one providing him any incentive, and that was all imaginary. This should help his novel writing immensely. Now, if you have any interest, you’re more than welcome to submit what you saw when you walked into your brother’s penthouse -"

"I’m sure Naruto will be more than willing to give a full report," Itachi said with a slight smirk.

"I’m looking forward to his next article."


End.


The line “…the thought of Sai and Naruto together sat as well with Sasuke as the thought of having a wooden rod shoved between his toenail and the nail bed” came from my own unpleasant experience. I can safely attest that having a rod between your toenail and the nail bed is faint-worthy. However, it is also linked to the reason I was bedridden after surgery which gave me time to write this fic.

Anyway, hope you liked the fic! ~ Jelp