To See Your Face

Just to clarify, the ex I was talking about was from years ago. Not my husband. As a matter of fact, my ex was cheating on me with my husband’s ex – while she was dating my husband all those years ago. So both of our exes cheated on us with…our exes. Weird, yeah? I didn’t even know my husband at the time! Anyway, irony aside, enjoy chapter 2.


To See Your Face 2

Naruto entered the small convenience store, grumbling to himself. Today just wasn’t his day. The corner store near his house usually always had his favorite flavor of ramen in stock, but today they had mysteriously run out. And it wasn’t just there either! The other two places he used for back up during out-of-ramen-emergencies that were located fairly close to his home were also strangely lacking. He was on his fifth convenience store (not including his usual three spots) looking for his favorite flavor. It was as though fate was conspiring against him. His heart was set on miso pork, and miso pork he would have, stupid fate be damned.

He really needed his ramen.

Lately he’d been spending too much time feeling unlike himself.

A month had passed since he had broken up with Sakura, and yet she was still guilting him into doing "girl" stuff with him now that he had "come out of the closet." She insisted that he appease her broken heart by doing girly things like painting their nails, styling their hair, going shopping, watching chick flicks, and he had even gone on a spa day.

Okay, so he'd actually liked the spa day, and he may or may not have agreed to go again next Thursday afternoon (though he would never admit that to any of his guy friends). After all, what kind of normal guy would admit to going to a spa even if it did feel good to get pampered? But still – shopping? The only shopping he liked to do was for food: namely for his precious ramen which his store and all other stores in a 5 km radius were OUT of.

It was so, omg, totally not a good day.

Naruto shuddered as he realized that thought had actually come from him. He needed a good dose of some manly time with one of his guy friends. Ramen and time with another guy would surely make him feel better. A sigh escaped his lips. Honestly, since he had started dating Sakura, he really hadn’t spent that much time with his friends in general. Between work and having a girl friend, he hadn’t spent as much time with anyone else as a matter of fact. Though he did realize it wasn’t just him: all his friends had girlfriends too.

While he still enjoyed hanging out with Sakura, he missed the intimacy. Not just the sex – which hadn’t been what he’d desired anywhere – but the physical touches of someone who he cared about. He ached for Sasuke. The thought, along with no ramen, just irritated Naruto even more. Sighing, he entered the next convenience store, hoping and praying for ramen.

When he got to the ramen shelf, he almost screamed when he saw that someone was reaching in and grabbing the last pack of his favorite flavor of ramen. This could not be happening.

'Oh ramen, my great love,' Naruto lamented to himself, 'why doth thee torture me so? Thou art an unfaithful mistress, selling thineself to any with money, and not to me – me who is thy dearest love!'

Naruto scratched his head wondering where the hell that had come from.

Damn, he really need more time with other men. He was refusing to watch any more historical romance movies with Sakura ever again. Maybe she really was trying to turn him stereotypically gay. She’d already shoved him down the path of guys; did she really need to add insult to injury by making him lament his woes with poetry?

Naruto shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. He had more important things to worry about: namely finding a way to get his ramen.

He half debated with kicking the guy, stealing the ramen from him, and then running at full tilt with the last package. The other half contemplated complimenting the guy on his excellent taste in food. He was leaning with the former option, especially since the guy looked all sorts of shady with dark sun glasses and a baseball cap on at almost eight in the evening. Not to mention he was sure that the later option would only get him more in touch with his feminine side.

All it would take was a round house kick to the temple, a quick reach into his pocket for the money, toss said money at the clerk, add a good high speed run out the door, and he was all set. Just as Naruto was ready to implement his plan, a voice took him by surprise.

"Naruto?"

Naruto froze as he took a closer look at the person holding the ramen, his body feeling numb as that voice – that so very familiar voice – still rang in his ears.

"Sasuke?" Naruto asked incredulous. He licked his suddenly dry lips and wondered if he were in the middle of dreaming. It had to be some sort of wet dream. It was like a fantasy come true: Sasuke holding ramen. "How...how are you doing?" Naruto managed. Sasuke took off the weird hat and sunglasses to look at him full on. His hair was slightly tussled like he had just gotten out of bed due to the hat hair, and his eyes were bright and intense after removing the dark shades from his eyes.

He looked even better in person than on video. Naruto wondered if Sasuke had always looked this delicious or if he only looked so delectable because of how Naruto now felt about him.

Then again, maybe it was just because Sasuke looked so fuckable with ramen. Naruto was going to cum right then and there.

"Fine," Sasuke said. "You?"

"Hungry," Naruto admitted unabashed. Sasuke smirked at him as he lifted the last package of ramen and waved it in front of Naruto's face tauntingly.

Yeah, Sasuke was still a bastard, even if Naruto did want to have sex with him.

"I've had the strangest craving for this ramen today. Isn't this your favorite flavor? Why don't you come over to my house, and we can share?"

He wasn't having a fantasy dream; he'd died and gone to heaven.

A lovely image of Sasuke feeding Naruto ramen while wearing nothing but angel's wings flitted through his mind.

"Earth to Naruto," Sasuke snapped as he sharply rapped the ramen packaging over Naruto's head. Naruto glared at him.

"That hurt," Naruto snapped. Sasuke raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"A package of ramen to your head hurt you?" Sasuke snorted.

"Yes, but not my head. It hurt my heart that you are mistreating my ramen," Naruto said. Sasuke gave a short laugh. The smirk on his face softened into an authentic smile. Naruto's heart jumped at the sincerity of it.

"Your ramen? I'm the one holding it," Sasuke said, truly amused.

"All ramen knows its master," Naruto explained.

"Are you telling me you're the ramen master?" Sasuke murmured, and then gave a short shake of his head. "On second thought, I don't know if I want to hear you admit that you are."

Naruto laughed and grinned widely.

"So, you treating me to my ramen?" Naruto asked, trying to rid some of the excitement from his voice at the thought of Sasuke buying and cooking him ramen.

"Fine, but you're cooking it if I pay for it," Sasuke agreed.

"Stingy bastard. It costs practically nothing," Naruto grumbled even though he was inwardly jumping for joy at the thought of going back to Sasuke's place.

"Hn," Sasuke grunted, quickly paying for the ramen and a few other items before ushering Naruto out of the store.

Upon finding that Sasuke had only walked to get the ramen, Naruto offered to drive them both back to Sasuke's place in his car.

Sasuke had found it amusing that Naruto had driven so far in attempts to find his favorite flavor of ramen and was acting like an ass by hoarding it over Naruto's head that Sasuke owned his ramen.

Hello? What was Sasuke not getting about the part that it was HIS ramen?

Naruto's mind quickly got distracted as Sasuke had him pull into one of the most expensive apartment buildings he had ever seen. He had a feeling he really shouldn't be surprised. Sasuke had always seemed pretty well off, and being such an amazing porn star must mean he was rolling in money. With a side glance at Sasuke’s apparel” a hat, sun glasses, and non-descript clothing, made Naruto wonder just how often Sasuke got recognized when out and about.

Sasuke directed Naruto to a private garage behind the apartment complex where he parked his car next to what looked like a hundred million yen sports car. The Uchiha fan symbol on the back gave away the owner.

"Nice ride," Naruto complimented. Sasuke nodded his head, but didn't seem to look at his car otherwise. Naruto's own compact car looked rather pathetic next to it. In fact, all the other cars in the garage looked to be worth at least fifty million yen or more.

Naruto did another once over of Sasuke's clothes, noticing how they actually seemed tailored fit to his body, despite being “casual,” while Naruto's own clothing included a black t-shirt with white lettering and faded blue jeans. He smoothed the wrinkles in his pants, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Sasuke didn't seem to care about what Naruto wore as he walked over to a side elevator and entered a few numbers into a key panel. The elevator doors opened where he methodically pressed another special code into the side panel box next to the buttons that denoted the apartment's floors.

"So," Naruto started, finding the silence slightly awkward, "you were craving ramen today?" Naruto asked. He didn’t remember it being this hard to talk to Sasuke in high school. Sasuke nodded.

"I was half tempted to go to a ramen stand, but I usually don't like standing there eating with random strangers," Sasuke explained. Naruto could understand how awkward that might be if someone says, “Hey, aren’t you a porn star?” Naruto himself was having trouble holding his own tongue. Sasuke turned to look at Naruto. "Strange to run into you after five years out of the blue," Sasuke said. The doors slid shut as Sasuke pushed the button for the top floor.

Naruto swallowed. Five years. What do you say to someone you haven't seen in five years but have been fantasizing about for the past year?

In one aspect, it was like no time had passed between them. The familiarity between them made Naruto feel like he’d just seen Sasuke yesterday. Sasuke was acting like this was any other day, and that he always invited Naruto over on a whim. Yet on the other hand, they had never really hung out outside of school.

For Sasuke to invite him over seemed natural yet wasn’t something that had happened before. Maybe the time apart had made them seem closer to Sasuke than they had been…?

"What have you been up to?" Naruto asked, cursing himself as soon as he’d said it. He was sure that Sasuke couldn’t cram five years’ worth of happenings into one answer. Maybe talk about what he did for a living? Yet he wasn't sure what Sasuke would say. Would he admit his “job” to Naruto? And if he didn’t, how could Naruto tell him he knew he was a porn star?

"Graduated an accelerated program after two years and then got sucked into a job that has nothing to do with my major. I hate it, but it is what it is, and it pays well."

Naruto raised his eyebrows. Either Sasuke actually hated being a porn star, or he had a side job? And how does one get sucked into being a porn star? Isn’t that a pretty big choice?

"Are you still writing?" Sasuke asked. Naruto turned to him, looking startled.

"What?"

"Are you still writing? I thought you intended to become a writer like your godfather. You were always talking about that perverted series he wrote and boasted you would write something better."

Naruto knew he had always complained about Jiraiya’s perverted books and how he would become better than his godfather. However, he only vaguely remembered telling Sasuke in exacting detail one afternoon about how he wanted to write books like his godfather. That had been his ideal job of the week. It was also probably the only thing he had ever recalled telling Sasuke he wanted to do with his life.

He was pretty sure he hadn’t told him that he had also at one point and time planned to become a monk, a pilot, a rock star, a teacher, a dentist, a ramen shop owner, and a race car driver – job ideas that had quickly faded from his interest. Perhaps that idea had just stuck with Sasuke since Naruto complained about Jiraiya so much.

"No. No. I uh, I..." Naruto scratched the back of his head. Quite frankly, he was rather embarrassed to tell Sasuke what he did. "I don't like to talk about what I do."

Sasuke looked at him, studying him seriously as the bell to the top floor finally dinged. He walked off first as they entered a long hallway.

"So you’re unemployed?" Sasuke asked bluntly as he marched straight to the opposite end of the hall. Naruto glared at him.

"No! I teach karate," Naruto blurted out. He mentally smacked himself. Sasuke smirked, knowing that Naruto would spit it out if he had implied Naruto didn’t have a job. Bastard. Gorgeous, fuckable, manipulating, bastard.

"You teach karate?" Sasuke seemed authentically interested.

Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and turned away. He still remembered the time that Sasuke had come to his aid when he had been ganged up on by those eight kids back in middle school. Sasuke had had to help him then. It was the only time he had needed help in a fight. It stung his pride. Of all people, Sasuke had had to bail him out, and to admit he was a karate master to Sasuke was difficult. He felt that Sasuke was the only one that could ever tell him that he should find another job since he had seen Naruto fail so early on.

A completely irrational train of thought, one that Naruto knew shouldn’t bother him as much as it did, but it was his true feelings nonetheless.

"I'm the karate master down at the Heisei Dojo. I got my sixth degree black belt two years ago. I've been training since I was four."

Dark eyes turned to look at him. The look was one of anger and awe: a very strange mix.

"You're really not a writer? You haven’t been working on a better series than your godfather’s?" Sasuke asked. Naruto shook his head.

"When I'm retired and can't do any more karate, then I'll probably go back to that idea," Naruto said, half-lying. He hadn't really ever planned to go back to writing, but the way that Sasuke seemed like Naruto had lied to him about becoming a writer, Naruto felt the need to explain himself.

Naruto looked at Sasuke’s face, wondering why telling Sasuke that he wasn’t a writer seemed to have been like a punch to Sasuke’s gut. He felt guilty, as though he ought to start writing to make it up to him.

"You're not a writer," Sasuke repeated, more to himself. The expressionless look on Sasuke’s face made Naruto’s stomach twist strangely, feeling like he had let Sasuke down. He didn’t understand why not being a writer was such a big deal to Sasuke. Maybe it was Sasuke’s hint that he thought he probably made a lousy karate master?

They walked in silence to a second elevator waiting for them at the other end of the hall. This one also had a code box that Sasuke had to type something into.

"What's with all the codes and stuff?" Naruto asked, confused. He had thought that this was the top floor, but the elevator only had an up button. Naruto had expected one of the doors up here to lead into Sasuke’s apartment. "I feel like we're going through a security maze to get to your place."

"I have the entire top floor. However, since it's a private entryway, I come to this floor which has a private elevator for myself and two others who have the two floors below me. Typing in my code gets me to just the floors I’m designated to be on – and keeps unwanted guests away," Sasuke explained as they made their way into the elevator.

Naruto felt his heart beat accelerate at the thought of being alone with Sasuke in his apartment. When the doors opened into Sasuke's top floor apartment, it was just as expensive looking as he could have imagined. The TV was ridiculously huge, and Naruto wondered what it would be like to watch one of Sasuke’s own porn movies on such a huge screen like that.

The couch looked like it could fit at least nine people, with a bar set into the kitchen area with a place for ten.

"Seems a lot for just you," Naruto observed. Sasuke shrugged as he slipped out of his shoes, encouraging Naruto to do the same. Even Naruto's shoes looked rather pathetic next to Sasuke's.

In high-school it hadn't mattered about their economic status. He wondered why it seemed to matter now. It shouldn't. Naruto shook his head. What was he thinking? Stupid things like that shouldn't matter. Instead Naruto focused on making himself feel at home by sprawling out on the couch.

"By all means, make yourself comfortable," Sasuke quipped sarcastically.

"Don't mind if I do," Naruto said as he propped his arms behind his head, completely ignoring the sarcasm. Sasuke’s couch was really comfy, and it made him wonder what it would be like to have sex on it. The idea was so appealing, that even little Naruto stirred happily at the thought. Naruto moved his hips slightly to let his erection slide to the side inside his loose pants. He really hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Naruto did his best not to squirm when Sasuke stared long and hard at him, almost as though Sasuke knew what Naruto was thinking. Finally Sasuke spoke as though there hadn’t been a delay in the conversation.

"Except that if you want to eat, you need to make us some ramen," Sasuke said as he tossed the package at Naruto's face. Naruto, using his honed reflexes, caught it easily.

"I could eat this whole thing by myself you know. In fact, I could eat about ten of these," Naruto grumbled to himself as Sasuke pointed to the direction of his kitchen. Looking at the small package, Naruto was actually starting to feel hesitant about sharing the ramen. If it had been anyone other than Sasuke, he would have cooked it and quickly eaten it on his own.

After Naruto found a decent sized ramen pot (Sasuke had not been helpful at all in retrieving the necessary equipment), Sasuke had come up behind him, noting the rather pathetic portion size for two people to share.

"I'll order pizza," Sasuke noted as he picked up the cordless phone attached into the side of his wall.

Two hours later, without anymore ramen or pizza left (Naruto really had been hungry, and it had taken forever for the pizza to get there since the delivery guy had had to wait downstairs due to all the security codes, and it had taken Sasuke almost five minutes just to get it once the guy had arrived) they sat lazily lounging on Sasuke's couch. Naruto felt extremely content and happy. It was like a fantasy come true. They'd only talked a little about what they had been up to since high-school, but just Sasuke’s presence was calming to Naruto. Sasuke seemed extremely interested in the fact that Naruto had become a karate master instead of a writer, but Naruto couldn't tell if that was because Sasuke was generally interested or because he wanted to avoid talking about the fact that he was a porn star.

That little tidbit of information wanted to come to the forefront of discussion in Naruto's mind.

Why? Why did Sasuke go around basically whoring himself out on film? And Naruto felt bitter about the whole thing. Sasuke didn’t seem to enjoy it, so was it just for the money? Not to mention why didn't Sasuke enjoy it?

The hopeful part of Naruto wished that it was because Sasuke was gay and hated having sex with women. And if that was the case…maybe he had a chance? But if that were truly the case, why didn’t Sasuke just switch to being a gay porn star?

Had Sasuke invited Naruto back to his place just as friends, or something else? And could the stoic man feel the tension between them or was that just Naruto?

Naruto shook his head. Damnit, he didn’t like analyzing these types of feelings and blamed his train of thought on Sakura’s attempts to turn him more girly. He also blamed part of his thoughts on the fact that he was being far too hopeful.

A buzzing sound rang throughout the apartment, and Naruto watched as Sasuke's face froze before masking over into nothingness. He glanced up at the clock and swore.

"Time went by quickly," Sasuke noted as he grabbed their plates, put them in his sink and then went to the elevator doors. Sasuke pushed a button, and the sound of the elevator moving sounded. Naruto was shocked when he realized the buzzing he had heard was actually a doorbell to let someone come up through the elevator. It must have been someone that Sasuke knew. The pizza guy hadn’t had the proper key codes, so it must have been someone who had been to Sasuke’s place before. The thought left Naruto feeling unsettled.

A busty woman with flaming red hair appeared in the open elevator doorway, scantily clad in...not much. Naruto could see her perky tits through the thin, bright pink, silky material that clashed horribly with her red hair. The tops of her breasts practically spilled out from the mostly unbuttoned blouse.

Her black mini skirt looked more like a headband someone had tried to pass off as clothing. Naruto could see the bottom of her ass – and that she was obviously not wearing any panties.

"Sasuke-kun!" the woman crooned as she bounced inside. Sasuke side-stepped her as she attempted to throw her arms around his neck. She seemed unperturbed that Sasuke had dodged her raucous greeting. Instead, she smiled sweetly and batted her heavily made-up eyes at him. "You're such a naughty boy! Come back here," she giggled.

"I have a guest. Perhaps another time," Sasuke said, his voice cold and distant. The girl pouted before looking around Sasuke into his apartment. Her eyes rested on Naruto, and her face brightened.

"Oh my god! He's gorgeous!" she squealed before quickly stepping out of her shoes, running over to Naruto, and sitting in his lap.

Naruto could merely stare at her, completely and utterly stunned.

"Look at these bright blue eyes!"

"Asoka, off," Sasuke ordered like one would to a dog. Asoka merely turned to pout her painted red lips at Sasuke before turning her attention back to Naruto, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her manicured nails began to play with the back of his hair.

"You look so fuckable. Wanna play with me?"

Naruto could merely stare back at her blankly in shock.

"No," Sasuke growled. She waved her hand at Sasuke dismissively.

"Sasuke is such a prude. We should play together some time," she crooned, her lips coming up close to Naruto's face. Naruto jerked his head back slightly. Asoka didn't seem to care or was too dense to realize that he was beyond uncomfortable. However, she did shriek so loud in his ear that Naruto wondered if he would be able to hear in the morning.

"OOooo!" she squealed as she hugged Naruto's body tighter to her breasts that had finally spilled completely out of her shirt, showing off the pink, pert nipples that had been semi visible through the shirt. "We should have a threesome!"

"No! Absolutely not," Sasuke growled, glaring daggers at Asoka – and Naruto, as though he'd done something wrong. Asoka pouted. She tentatively got off of Naruto's lap and promptly unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way before tossing the piece of pink fabric onto the ground.

Naruto looked away, mortified, and embarrassed by her lack of decency as she then quickly discarded her skirt.

"You should leave," Sasuke said quietly. At first, Naruto thought that Sasuke was talking to Asoka. Sasuke had to be talking to her. He was obviously mad at her.

When Naruto realized that Sasuke had actually said that to him, Naruto got up, put on his shoes, and left angrily without another word. He pushed the elevator down button, the doors sliding open, anger and humiliation burning inside him at being tossed out so suddenly – for a slut.

"The code to get out is 0318," was the only thing Sasuke said before the doors closed between them.

The doors hadn’t even closed before the sound of moans and grunts met his ears.

"Oo! Sasuke! You horn-dog. Oh – oh – oh, yes, yes!"

Naruto felt like he was going to be sick.

Of all those times that he had watched Sasuke fucking those women on screen, it had been somehow erotic. To have been basically thrown from the apartment after such a wonderful evening, to know that he wasn't what Sasuke had wanted, and that Sasuke was such a bastard to be able to go from ice king to sex addict in less than three seconds...

Fuck! The girl had even suggested a threesome. Naruto didn't even know who that girl was, but he would have said yes if only to be a part of it with Sasuke. The sick feeling knotted in his stomach as he imagined Sasuke’s look of pleasure when he came inside that woman. It hurt more than he thought possible. This was real. This wasn’t a stupid porn video. And the reality of it was that Naruto wasn’t who Sasuke wanted.

Naruto exited the elevator and walked with his head held high, making the walk of abandonment, worse even than the walk of shame, back down the way he came.


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Any thoughts on what’s going on so far? :) Curious to see what people think. Hope you liked it! ~ Jelp