Mixed Communication

Summary: Sometimes it's not a lack of understanding that's the problem - it's when the other person understands far too much.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto character. In fact, most likely my favorite one won't even make it in this story *sigh* have fun in Hong Kong Itachi!!!

Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, molestation of an innocent blond, lemon in future chappie(s?), language per usual, smutty!Deidara

A/N: Glad you guys like things thus far, I have fun with this story :)

Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^

Review responses at the end!

.......................................................................

Naruto stood outside the Uchiha Corporation building, enjoying the feel of the cool night air after being cooped up all afternoon. He was looking around at the bright lights and signs that could be seen. He didn’t know why, but being surrounded by Japanese was somehow calming. He had about convinced himself that he’d misheard the other man, or that perhaps it was just one of those phrases you picked up from travel guidebooks. There was no way the Uchiha understood English, was there? With everything Sakura had said during the meeting, he hadn’t reacted negatively at all. Come on. Who would not react when someone was making comments about their probable length based on hand size?

He was relieved when his pink-haired friend exited the building, followed closely by the crazy long-haired blond. Deidara was one of his favorite people, even if he was certifiably insane, a pyromaniac, and prone to embarrassing comments. When he’d first met the other man, he’d been worried that Deidara was coming onto him. The blond would not stop with the suggestive comments. But when it became clear that, as much as he talked big the other man belonged heart, body and soul to the elder Uchiha, Naruto had been able to relax and really enjoy getting to know him.

The raven followed not far behind. He’d changed out of his suit into a dark blue button-down shirt with the faint sheen of silk over black jeans that Naruto had to tear his eyes away from. Naruto turned to hide a blush when he caught Sasuke giving him an intense, knowing look. He hadn’t been staring, damn it! Ugh. Why oh why did it seem the raven was able to pull off sexy without even trying? And why did Sakura think it was ok to smirk at him in that manner?

When the car pulled around Naruto hopped in and sat in the corner, sulking and staring out the window. Deidara, of course, was having none of that. He slid in next to his friend and started poking him. Naruto ignored him for a minute, and then turned in a huff to see the other blond sticking his tongue out. Naruto gasped, exasperated, then proceeded to stick his tongue out as well, making childish faces until he happened to catch the look on Sasuke’s face that seemed to say, “How the hell did this degenerate from polite business meeting to people acting like five year olds?”

Naruto pulled back, ready to apologize for his behavior, and then made a face when the raven just smirked at him. He glared at the raven, who looked back totally unmoved. The staring contest went on until Sakura had to smother a snort. The angry blond’s gaze was switched to her until Deidara poked him again.

“What?!”

“We’re here.”

“Eh?”

The blond looked out the window with eyes as big as saucers. Suddenly, all he could think about was the amazing taste of the ramen that would soon be before him. He was walking on air as the four exited the car and went into the small ramen shop. Any in depth conversation with his company was totally ignored in favor of the amazing miso ramen that the waitress soon set in front of him, apologizing for it taking so long. He agreed with her. It had been too long. But now! Ramen ramen. It was like the whole world in a bowl. For a minute, he just stared down into the beauty of it, and then took a big whiff. Finally, he picked up his chopsticks and grinned across the table at Deidara, saying, “Itadakimasu!”

. . .

Sasuke was having a very hard time at dinner.

The first problem was, of course, the language barrier. Of the two at the table who spoke Japanese, one was doing a first rate Hoover impression on an impressive amount of ramen, and the other was someone he didn’t often exchange more than polite conversation with (ok, so maybe polite was stretching it a bit). Of course, all four at the table spoke English, but that led to his second problem.

He hadn’t realized how close Deidara was to the two foreigners before this evening. He had had this vague image in his mind that there was more of a barrier between them, that the only thing Deidara liked about the Sakura Company was their clothes. It would have been easy to keep the language ability a secret if it was just business relations. But it seemed these two were, in a sense, family friends. When the secret came out, he just hoped he could minimize the damage. Of course he already had plans in play for this for Naruto – but he did not want to embarrass Sakura. Perhaps the loose relations would help minimize any affront she would feel.

His third problem was the loudly-slurping blond sitting diagonally from him. His hormones were telling him to go for a seduction. His good sense was telling him to back off because this would only complicate matters. With his hormones having a field day watching the way the blonde was sucking in noodles, his good sense was having a very bad day. His good taste was backing up his good sense; outside of the meeting the blond was clumsy and had no manners and acted like he was five half the time. But there was something indefinably alluring about this American and his vastly unpredictable behavior that was keeping Sasuke’s attention despite the annoyance level.

Compared to the first three, the fact that he had absolutely no fondness for ramen wasn’t nearly as important.

. . .

After dinner, the four of them went back to the hotel so that Sakura and Naruto could change into something more comfortable. Deidara had convinced the two Americans – with very little effort – to come with him to one of the clubs where he sometimes did his performance art. He acted surprised when Sasuke agreed to come with them, praising him for not being the ice cold antisocial bastard he normally was.

There was a reason Sasuke didn’t spend much time with Deidara by choice. And Deidara just couldn’t help but love to push Sasuke’s buttons. It was just too easy. When the two others went upstairs to change, they both sat in the car. Deidara decided to do some more pushing, much to Sasuke’s annoyance.

“Yeah, maybe you wouldn’t be such an ice prick if you got yourself laid, Sasuke. What’s it been, six months?”

“Hn,” Sasuke replied. He didn’t mention more like a year – he and Haku had gone through a very very cold spell before their breakup.

“And before you ask, I’m not offering... even if your brother is leaving me high and dry for a few days.”

Sasuke snorted. No, he had his sights set on a much different blond this evening.

“Maybe Naru-chan, yeah?”

Sasuke looked at him with one raised eyebrow. The blond man smirked.

“Oh come on, Sasuke-kun. Do you really think you aren’t acting obvious? Well, maybe not obvious to Naruto – yet. He’s somewhat dense at times.”

“Hn.”

“Yeah, yeah, you Uchiha brothers! Why do you have to go and pick on us poor, succulent, delectible, molestible little blonds…” Deidara said, sighing in mock defeat.

Sasuke ignored him.

“One thing, Sasuke. Be careful with Naru-chan. He’s special, yeah.”

“Hmph. More than just a pretty face and a great ass?”

“So much more! Warm, kind, generous, thoughtful...” ...moronic, clumsy, slightly crazy, Sasuke added in his head... “Why, he’s just a little ball of beautiful yellow sunshine!”

Sasuke had to shut his eyes from the overwhelming glow coming from the exuberant man next to him.

“You know, Sasuke,” Deidara said slyly, “He might even be able to melt that icicle stuck up your ass.”

Once again, ignore.

“Ah! There comes our little ball of sunshine now!”

Sasuke turned towards the hotel entrance and wondered in his mind if there was any tissue nearby. He’d never seen anything quite so nosebleed-worthy as the blue-eyed blond coming out of the hotel. Naruto was wearing big black clunky boots and black pants that flared slightly at the ankles but hugged his body oh so nicely until they hung low at his waist. Above that he wore an orange wife beater with a golden swirl shining against his stomach. To Sasuke’s eyes that swirl almost seemed to be saying, “Good times found here!” Atop the wife-beater he wore a black button-up shirt that had flame-like designs picked out in gold, orange, and blue. Naruto also looked quite a bit more comfortable in the new clothes, and there was this hint of ferocity in his walk that made Sasuke hope the man was more than just an easy pushover in bed. Hormones were definitely kicking good sense’s ass at the moment.

Sakura, he noted absently, looked pretty good as well. Some sort of black boots laced up with hot pink ribbon, fishnet stockings, a flaring black skirt, some sort of gauzy hot-pink ruffled shirt under a black leather bustier – not to mention impeccable hair and makeup – he supposed it was her own design. He wasn’t quite sure most people could pull it off, but he had to admit, the girl could walk the walk as well as talk the talk.

On the ride to the club, Sasuke was perfectly willing to fade into the background of the conversation. He pretended to be looking out the window, but was actually doing a very sneaky job of checking out the hot blond on the seat across from him. His future conquest was very excited about the evening, bouncing on his seat and chattering excitedly with Deidara and Sakura. Every so often, Sasuke was almost positive the blond was sending looks his way. He had to steel himself not to smirk.

Unfortunately, they weren’t talking about him. He’d been so interested to see if they’d continue the conversation that they’d started during the business meeting. However, he supposed that Deidara knowing he spoke English ruined his chances on that end, and Naruto was still slightly skittish from his offhand comment in the elevator. Not that he minded a slightly off-balance Naruto. The glimpse he’d caught as he stepped past the blond earlier had been priceless.

Ah well, the night was still young. Sasuke had wanted to thank Deidara for picking a club that was right around the corner from his apartment building – but that would imply his brother’s boyfriend had picked the club knowing his ulterior motives. Wait, he had. Ok, knowingly supporting his ulterior motives. That was suspicious. Sasuke reminded himself to check for hidden cameras before molesting Naru-chan in his apartment that night. The last thing he needed to do was become another part of Deidara’s so-called explosive “performance art”.

Deidara got them waved into the club without a problem. Inside the club’s atmosphere was dark, lit by neon on the walls and random flashes of colored lights that flashed over the bodies on the dance floor. Blacklights were scattered around as well. Sasuke caught the Naruto’s appreciative glance at his shirt. He was rather proud of it as well – it looked normal under regular lights, but under blacklight, a spectacular design of snakes intertwining around his torso could be seen. Sakura seemed to like the shirt as well. Worked for him. The more inspirations she got on this trip, the more valuable of an asset her company would be for them.

. . .

Naruto loved this place. It was so full of energy; he couldn’t help but gawk around a bit. Sakura always teased him that he should be jaded after all the clubs they’d been to – but he couldn’t help it. Every one was different, and every one had something unique that sparked off the little creative centers in his brain.

They got a table overlooking the dance floor, and Sasuke ordered the first round of drinks. Before Naruto knew it, he and Sasuke were locked into a subtle, unstated drinking contest. Deidara and Sakura bowed out after the second or third drink, but Sasuke kept tempting him and taunting him, dropping little hints in Japanese whenever he showed signs of backing down. Luckily, the blond had an iron constitution when it came to drinking. Seriously.

Sometime during all of this, Sakura and Deidara slipped out onto the dance floor. For a while, Naruto just leaned back in his chair, watching the bodies writhing on the floor beneath them. He wanted to watch the raven, but he didn’t trust himself. If he didn’t know better, he would have to swear that Sasuke was planning on coming onto him. He was even more surprised at his own reaction. A part of him wanted it, bad. That part was slowly gaining even more control with all the drinks he’d consumed. Not a good idea.

He met Sasuke’s eyes, and waved off the next round of drinks. This time, Sasuke didn’t press the issue. They watched the dancers for a bit longer, and then Sasuke stood up and came around to Naruto’s chair. Naruto looked up in question, and the raven leaned over, talking in his ear so the blond could hear him.

“Dance with me.”

Naruto blinked up at Sasuke. No way. “What?”

“I said, dance with me, dobe.”

Oh yeah. Oh no. Yeah, that was English. Oh, this wasn’t good. Blue eyes gazed in shock up into smirking black orbs who knew far too much. Oh shit.

“Um, that is, I –“

The raven leaned even closer, grasping the collar of Naruto’s shirt and whispering into his ear, “Don’t play innocent. You know you want to. Besides, it’s just a dance. You do know how to dance, right?”

The blond’s mind was reeling too much for him to stop the raven as he pulled him to his feet and lead him out onto the dance floor.

It wasn’t until they were on the floor that the Naruto came somewhat to his senses. That bastard – he knew the whole time and he didn’t say anything? Anger flashed in the depths of his eyes, but the raven met the look with heat of his own. Naruto was tempted to just stalk away from the dance floor – but the challenge in Sasuke’s eyes was something he couldn’t back down from. So the bastard wanted to dance, did he? He’d show him a dance.

The DJ switched the beat to something deeper until Naruto could feel the pulse in his very bones. He started to move with the raven, answering the challenge, daring him to keep up. Sasuke did keep up. The anger played out in the dance, distilling itself into desire as their bodies got closer and closer, hands sliding across clothing. When the beat changed again, Naruto found himself pressed to the raven, mouth against the pale skin of his neck. Sasuke’s hand was in the small of his back, under his shirts, pulling him closer. The new beat was slower, more sensual. Naruto had to hold back a groan as Sasuke pressed them together, grinding against him. The raven turned his head slightly, breathing into the blond’s ear even as his hand crept lower, slipping under the waistband of Naruto’s pants.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. This was way too fast. Naruto broke away from the raven, catching the look of displeasure in the other’s eyes.

“I – I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, rushing off the dance floor towards the direction of the men’s room.

Thankfully, it was deserted. Naruto walked to a sink and ran some water, splashing it on his face. Then he looked at himself in the mirror, shaking his head. He never did this. What was up with this guy? How was the raven slipping past all his defenses?

He looked up when he heard the door open, and saw the raven there, watching him. Desire was all over his face as he leaned against the door, watching the blond to see what his next move would be. Finally he opened his mouth. “Bathroom, ne?”

Flustered, Naruto moved over to the urinals. “Yeah,” he muttered. His hand was shaking as he went to undo his pants. He barely had the top button undone when a thought struck him - what part of his brilliant plan included exposing himself before the very guy who seemed to intent on molesting him? Not good, not good.

The question was made moot as two arms snaked around him as the raven's body pressed into him from behind. Sasuke wrapped one arm around his waist and let one hand slide between Naruto’s hand and his body, down into the front of his jeans.

“It seems like you have a bit of a problem, Naruto-kun,” said that sinfully deep voice, before Sasuke nipped at the side of his neck.

Naruto was drawing a breath to protest when he suddenly found himself in one of the stalls, blinking as Sasuke slid the latch home.

“Shh,” the raven whispered in his ear, pressing the blond against the wall and letting his hand slide back down the front of Naruto’s pants to palm his straining erection. “They’ll hear you if you make a noise.”

Naruto started. He could hear the voices of the other men that had entered the bathroom. He blinked at Sasuke before the other decided to ensure his silence with a kiss, squeezing the head of his cock. He could feel the raven smirk at his indrawn breath before demanding entrance to his mouth, plundering it like a man famished.

Naruto was melting into the kiss and the sensation of Sasuke’s fingers rubbing insistently against him when he heard the door slam behind the guys who had come in. He pulled back from the kiss, and whispered, “Wait!”

Sasuke looked at him inquiringly, slowing his strokes on the blonds cock but pressing down harder. Naruto tried to catch his breath, looking at the raven but also around at their dingy surroundings. “Not here.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes, and then slowly slid his hand up to the blond’s waist, pulling him in for another kiss. Naruto whimpered at the loss of friction. A part of himself was cursing the part that had stopped the raven, even if he really didn’t want to have this happen in a public restroom.

Finally, Sasuke broke the kiss, and trailed his lips over to Naruto’s ear, flicking his tongue out to tease the edge. “You’re right,” he said, biting the blond’s earlobe and making a small noise of approval when Naruto’s body jerked against him. “You’re coming to my place.”

Naruto pulled back. “But!”

Sasuke glared at him. “Now.”

“Sakura!”

“Text her later,” the raven replied, buttoning up Naruto’s jeans and dragging him out of the bathroom by his wrist towards the entrance of the club, never giving the blond the chance to catch his breath.
..............................................
Review Responses

Prism0467 - Thanks!! Glad you like it so much :) And Naru is totally hot in this - I really hope the outfit in this chapter is as hot on paper (screen?) as it is when I imagine it in my head.... I have a thing for wifebeaters. So nummy. Enjoy!

Gingitsune - Sorry if I misrepresented! It's just my first fic here, I've written other stuff. I edited my profile to make it clearer :) I have been out of practice though, but am getting back into the swing of things... especially with these fun yummy scenes!

Midnight Essence - Tytyty! I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much if not more than the last one.... and don't worry, its just starting to heat up :)