Trouble in Paradise

A/N: Prepare yourselves for this is the longest chapter I have EVER written! It makes up for the five day wait at least. I’m gonna start things off with some honorable mentions.

"Mimi Hyuuga" has written a smashing little lemon thing that I advise you to read cause apparently I inspired it! Huzzah! It’s called “Painted” and you should seriously check it out. Though she claims it’s like her first yaoi though she seems to write better than I!! *sobs* oh the talent…wish I had some…

Anyway. Next is lady "Nomme de Plume" who was also inspired by yours truly! Hehe… While I was sleeping she plucked a crop from my muse patch and kept it as her own! I was begrudged at first, but now I’ve come to accept that she’s better off in her hands than mine…just treat her well okay! Make sure Naruto doesn’t actually die and actually DO IT!!! Cause that is seriously a fic I want to read.

Okay. That’s all for now. And wish me a happy birthday! On with the Chaaaaaaaaapter! Which is long like that!!

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Trouble in Paradise
By:
terranigma11

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Chapter Four: Whose your seme?! (part two)



“You think the Uchiha is molesting him?” Gaara reiterated the accusation with an indignant tone.

“I wouldn’t say ‘molesting’ to be frank, but ‘molested’ would be a more accurate assumption.” Shikamaru calculated that simply leaning on the doorframe would waste a lot less of his precious energy than having to enter the room and trek the daunting distance to a chair. Not like Gaara was offering him passage anyway, it wasn’t within him to be hospitable.

Gaara’s arms tightened against his chest, blue-green eyes clouding in well-kept anger. “That certainly explains a lot.”

The murmur raised a thick brow out of the brunette. He dug his hands deeper into his pockets. “What does it explain exactly?” It was so darn troublesome to get the reclusive redhead to reveal anything that wasn’t cryptic. But the genius that he is, he was ready for the challenge; he was just too lazy to want to partake in it.

The question tightened the skin on Gaara’s pale face, grumbling incoherencies. Shikamaru was puzzled when the younger boy marched to the little table near the curtained window. He didn’t know what Gaara had swiped from it till he suddenly thrust a piece of paper to Shikamaru’s chest. He had to catch it as it fluttered to the floor. He gave the redhead a questioning look, the boy looked hard and impassive, eyes willing him to just take a look at it with no questions asked.

Shikamaru bitterly obliged and unfolded the little sheet, it was slightly soggy. His caramel eyes bulged at the image before him, then came together, scrutinizing in disbelief. He stared Gaara in the eyes incredulously. “What is this?” He shook the paper in his hand to make it clear what he was referring to.

Gaara reacted in a way Shikamaru never expected; he blushed, and quite obviously. He turned from Shikamaru’s sharp gaze and crossed his arms, he seemed to be pouting. “That was how Naruto looked yesterday night.” He gruffly stated, covering his embarrassment. He didn’t want to describe it, so he showed it instead.

The brunette was still perplexed at Gaara’s timidity as he gave the picture another glance. On the one hand though, he was impressed. He had never pegged Gaara to be an artist; the half naked Naruto was just too detailed to be made with just a pencil.

“You are aware that I don’t sleep Nara. I entertain myself in order to pass the time.” Gaara was defending himself, his blush spread to his neck.

It felt like Gaara was accusing Shikamaru of judging him. The brunette had to quickly shake his head to assure the glowering redhead before he popped. “I’m not patronizing you despite what you may think Sabaku. I don’t really care what you do in your spare time. Though I honestly think you have quite a talent.”

Gaara simply grunted in reply, though the compliment did not go unacknowledged, his flush softening.

Shikamaru’s light gaze hardened however, taking in every detail on the paper. He extended a leg and pushed his foot, sealing the passage and making himself more comfortable. “I see an obviously miffed Naruto, completely drenched…” He held his chin with his other hand, thinking.

“The dark lines on his face and neck is a blush.” Gaara felt he should add.

Shikamaru just nodded. He frowned severely when he noticed a few glaring spots. Gaara stiffened when the brunette rigidly faced him, a strange light in his brown eyes. “Were his nipples really THAT pronounced?”

A cold and ghostly draft came from nowhere; bringing along with it a stream of crickets, just to share in the awkwardness of the situation.

Gaara twitched in several places and started sweating. Sometimes he was just too good at his craft. He couldn’t believe how many times he had already humiliated himself in just two days, when he had never been faced with such circumstances all his life! He had only Naruto to blame! Him and his sensuously hard flesh!

The shorter boy’s nervous reaction explained it all. Gaara had memorized EVERY SINGLE curve on Naruto’s body. Shikamaru was a bit envious of Gaara’s photographic memory, but he really wasn’t the jealous type, especially at that moment.

The brunette dismissed the thoughts, though a smirk remained, it was still very amusing. “Where did Naruto go that night?”

The blush had mostly dissipated from Gaara’s pale skin, especially when they were finally getting serious. “He said he was going to the pool. He looked relatively dry when he came back though. And he was panting hard as if he had been exerting himself.” He scowled at the memory, the pieces finally coming together. Though his suspicions were always thus.

“I see.” Shikamaru mused noncommittally. “And I suppose that clear bulge on his shorts isn’t a giveaway as to HOW he was exerting himself?”

Gaara didn’t need to move closer and see the picture to know what he was talking about, nor did he need to really respond to the rhetorical question. He had been seething when he drew that sketch, came to him right from memory. His first thought was that Naruto had simply pleasured himself and was embarrassed, Gaara was incensed that Naruto had gotten help in that matter. He didn’t think it necessary to inform the brunette about Naruto’s dirty shorts, which had mysteriously disappeared the next morning.

Shikamaru sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, agitated. He didn’t need any more proof, so he handed the picture back to Gaara who stuffed it in his pocket. “So what do you want to do about this?” He inquired, head leaning back on the door frame, staring into space again. He imagined clouds going by his vision.

“I could shoot him, but I doubt you or Naruto would appreciate that.” A corner of Gaara’s lips tugged upward in a malicious smile.

“Leave it to you to resort to violence.” The older boy grumbled. “There’s really nothing much we can do if Naruto consen-”

“He did NOT consent to anything Nara and you know it!” He was cut off before he could finish. “You were the one who came here when you thought he was acting suspiciously and that he might have been molested, and know that we’re actually sure I am not allowing you to back out on this!” He hissed right to the taller boys face.

Shikamaru winced at the volume being directed on his ear. He was partly conscious of the empty corridor, though people could still peek their heads out and hear on their conversation if Gaara wasn’t careful. “Yes, you’re right. But we need to discuss it with Naruto first before we can do anything, so calm down.” Things were already getting troublesome.

“I am calm.” Gaara stated through his teeth. “You have no idea at what lengths I went through just to get him to HINT that he had been touched.” The mental image of him laving on a butter knife churned uncomfortably in his stomach.

“I can imagine. He had been very defensive this morning. He was hiding it, and I don’t know why.”

Gaara sighed, placing a hand on the wall so he could lean on it, bending closer to Shikamaru. “Naruto told me something which I am going to tell you.”

Shikamaru’s eyes snapped open at the boy’s soft tone.

“It is confidential so if so much as a word slips from your lips, I will know and I will have to kill you.” He meant it.

The older boy turned his head to gaze into the other’s piercing green eyes. He maintained his nonchalance for he really wasn’t intimidated. But what Gaara said was sudden and intriguing, so his face silently inquired.

Gaara knew that Shikamaru wouldn’t act out of confidence; it wasn’t like him to do something that wasn’t his business. But he just had to make sure. “As crazy as it may sound, the reason that Naruto is here is to deliver a message to the Uchiha. Or so he says.”

Shikamaru’s caramel eyes widened at the unexpected revelation.

“Unfortunately that is all I will say for now.” Gaara whispered just as the brunette was about to ask. He pushed himself off the wall and returned to crossing his arms, observing the brunette whose mouth was agape. “I hope that was helpful to that genius head of yours.”

Indeed it was. Shikamaru had solved the equation even before Gaara had finished his sentence. “So that is why Naruto is defending him. It is not like him to not blow something out of proportion, he would have outright attacked the Uchiha, right before he would tell the world what the bastard had done.” Though Shikamaru didn’t understand what was fully going on with his blond friend, at least he knew the basics.

“He may be holding back, but he’s still Naruto.”

Shikamaru knew what he was talking about and smirked. “He came to my apartment today to gloat about the prank he had pulled on his boss. He may be unwilling to get the Uchiha in trouble, but it still doesn’t change his refusal to be pushed around. At least he’s fighting back in his own way.”

Gaara ignored what the older boy said and glared at the carpet, frowning. “You’re wondering what Naruto is doing with a message for the Uchiha.”

The nostalgia vanished from the taller boy’s face as Gaara voiced his hidden thoughts. He didn’t answer, for it wasn’t a question.

The redhead met the other’s gaze seriously. “At the moment, your guess is as good as mine, for I only know as much as you do.” That wasn’t really true, for he knew what the message actually was, it was just that nobody knew what it meant. And that Naruto had apparently known the Uchiha a long time ago.

And with that, Shikamaru released a haggard breath and pushed himself off the wood with his folded leg. He stretched his arms out and exhaled deeply. “What a troublesome situation. We can’t do a thing since Naruto doesn’t want us to.”

Gaara was also stumped, but he was more determined than the brunette. He was glad he wasn’t pushed for more information.

“Well, be that as it may, Naruto can handle himself. But if he gets hurt due to sexual harassment, I won’t be so lenient.” The lazy boy remarked. He was honestly worried for Naruto, though he didn’t want to get caught in the intricacies of Naruto’s schemes. Such things were just too troublesome.

“And so will I.” Gaara simply stated, venom laced in his voice. He was also aware of the Uchiha’s reputation. But if things got out of hand, he’d make sure that the famous blackhead wouldn’t have much left to work with from now on.

Shikamaru groaned as he got the annoying kinks out of his shoulder. “Now that we got that cleared, where is Naruto anyway?”

Gaara grimaced when he recalled the blonde’s curious arrival, and sudden departure. He muttered muffled curses when Naruto just ran out with something of his, and something his blond friend was NEVER supposed to see. “No idea.”, was all he could say.

He noticed the shorter boy’s discomfort and shrugged. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode out of the room completely. “Well, it’s been a pleasure talking to you Sabaku. Glad we both share concerns.”

Gaara didn’t reciprocate and gripped the door, preparing to slam it.

“Oh and by the way.” The brunette looked at Gaara with a sly smile. “If you do decide to murder him, please take a sketch. Sergeant Ibiki dislikes having to investigate when he’s all drugged up on seasick medication. Ciao.”

Gaara smirked and shut the door. He leaned on it with a heavy breath. He didn’t like not being able to take control of the situation, though his loyalty for his bestfriend was a stronger emotion. He just didn’t like anyone touching his special person. Consented or otherwise. He had made sure that the last person who had touched Naruto would never do so again.

His expression took on a darkness that had never been witnessed by human eyes. He calmly walked beside his bed and grabbed his backpack. He dumped it unto the mattress and opened the zipper. Gaara rummaged through the clothes and various miscellaneous items until he found what he had looked for. A heavy package wrapped in red cloth lay in his palms. He peered at his possession with loving eyes before he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He slowly unwrapped it by untying the edges and removing it layer by layer. The cloth fell to the floor as the cold black object lay exposed and protected on his hand. He massaged the magnum by the barrel, admiring the sleek and deadly aura of the weapon he had carried since he was a young teen. He had brought along enough ammunition to take out everyone on the ship.

He had been amazed at how easy it was to smuggle the weapon, among other things.

He pointed the gun to the ceiling and cocked it, just for the hell of it, since it currently had no bullets. Gaara thought about Shikamaru’s playful words with a maniacal grin.

He might just do as Shikamaru implied, but he won’t be taking any sketches.

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“Kakashi!! What the hell were you thinking brining him here! This is all your fault!” Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs, catching the tenth vase that hadn’t shattered when Lee kicked them in the air.

“Sure. It’s my fault that drunken master boy sipped my root beer instead of his diet coke by accident.” The one eyed talent agent boredly defended himself. While his body was dead and immobile, his hands went everywhere to save every random object before they hit Sakura’s lavish floor. “Though I have to admit though, he’s a much better bowler when he’s like this.” A flying couch barely grazed his arm as he sidestepped out of the way.

Sakura clenched her jaw, glaring furiously at the older man. “I wouldn’t put it past you if you did this on purpose!” She ducked expertly when a mahogany chair torpedoed her way. “Just to smite me! Cause I know you LOVE doing that!” She jumped over the dresser that slid below her like a missile.

Dodge. “As much as I adore debating with you Sakura,” leap, “we have private property to protect.” He caught the glass Buddha before he did a split, a small barbell just missing his hair.

Sakura scowled and hid behind a couch as more of her belongings were flung all over the room. “Gai! You won’t be able to hold him! Just let him be shot already!” She hollered trying to compete with the destruction with her head just over the furniture. She could barely see with all the dust and debris. She eeped when the glass coffee table smashed against the wall just above her.

Gai was trying desperately to hold down Lee who was drunk to insanity. His huge black eyes were at half mast and his face was beet red. His arms and legs flayed about, destroying everything in his path as his father held on for dear life. “I’m sorry…my dear Sakura…” He winced in pain when Lee elbowed him in the stomach before sending another chair to the ceiling. “But…I cannot…allow my son…to be tranquilized!” Lee nearly ran off but Gai grabbed him by the knees just in time. “It is simply cruel and against the decency of youth!” Gai bellowed as he wrestled his thrashing son on the living room floor.

“I don’t care! Cant you see what he’s doing to my suite?!” The living room seemed to have been run over by a bulldozer. Nearly all the furniture was in pieces or upside-down or stuck on the wall. And almost everything that was made of glass littered the floor like dust. She couldn’t believe when Lee did a drunken summersault and kicked the chandelier like it was a soccer ball, it nearly took Kakashi’s head right from his shoulders. Lee was her assistant, but it just had to stop! “Kakashi! Do something!” She pleaded with the silver haired man, who was no longer busy catching projectiles as Lee was currently trapped under Gai, though not without a fight.

Kakashi ran a hand through his hair with a sigh and faced Ibiki who had been standing near the door the entire time, carrying a dart gun. He nodded to the pokerfaced army veteran, who needed no more permission and shot Lee twice between the shoulder blades as he had nearly broken free from Gai’s frantic hold.

“No! What have you done?!” Gai screamed as Lee tittered to the floor, his hangover would come just a bit sooner.

Without warning, Ibiki shot Gai as well. But the rhino that he was, he needed three shots all in different places before he finally fell to floor with a grunt. “So unyouthful…” were his parting words before he drifted to a sedated slumber.

“You’re going have to forgive me for that.” Ibiki muttered, wiping the nozzle of his gun with a handkerchief.

Sakura sighed in relief and left her place behind the sofa. She had only witnessed three occasions when her assistant would go on a booze induced rampage, but never in her own turf, suite or otherwise. She slumped and groaned when she surveyed just how much damage her alcohol intolerant servant had caused. When Lee wakes up he was going to get one heck of a spanking, and not the kind men enjoy.

It was then that she noticed the incessant banging at her door. “I’m coming dammit!” She screamed, tucking a stray bang behind her ear as she marched to the door in her bunny slippers, crunching noises along the way. She didn’t know what she would have done if her bedroom had suffered.

“Thanks a lot Ibiki for offering to help.” Kakashi ignored the two green bodies by his feet, surrounded by broken glass.

The scarred army man chugged down a palm full of pills as if they were m&m’s. “No problem. I deal with this kind of thing all the time.” He pocketed the pill bottle, his gun already in a holster.

Kakashi didn’t comment when the man was practically lying through his aspirin, but he figured there was some truth to it since he lived with that crazy bitch Anko.

Sakura had forced the door open when the blond girl behind it was just about to bang some more. Ino lowered her fist and her irritation transformed into an annoying and boastful grin.

Sakura drooped further, already getting weary of the blond girl’s presence. “What do you want Ino?”

The girl in question scanned her long time rival before answering. Sakura wore a dirty and torn up nightgown which hung loosely on one shoulder and only went beyond her knees. She was all sweaty and her face was all smudged and her hair was all over the place. She looked like she just got overtime at the whorehouse, Ino noted. She wrinkled her nose in a pompous fashion, as if the woman before her was emitting some foul odor.

“Yeah, well, you look like shit.” She commented, eyes glinting insultingly.

Sakura’s face stoned in annoyance, ‘As if she hadn’t been telling me that for the last ten years!’ Inner Sakura hollered.

“But that’s not why I’m here.” Ino spoke at the onset of Sakura opening her mouth.

“You don’t say. Well, I’d invite you in, but my living room is a mess and you piss me off.”

“Watch your language Sakura.” Kakashi mildly warned form the living room, sweeping away the stream of broken furniture, while Ibiki dragged the snoozing leotards to the last surviving couch that remained. He didn’t bother sweeping away the sharp objects before doing so.

The dirty rosette scowled. “Do you mind telling me why you’re here so you can leave already?” She gripped the door handle, ready to slam it on the smirking blonde’s face the moment she utters the words “Sasuke’s mine!” like she always did.

The victorious expression did not leave her porcelain face, nor did it desert her pale blue contacts as she held her hips in confidence. “I’ve come to tell you that I’ve won.”

Sakura narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening. “You won?” She could vaguely see where the conversation was going.

“Exactly. I have won, and my prize is Sasuke-kun!” She said it loudly so even Brazil could hear.

Sakura groaned, rolling her olive eyes. It was just what she had expected. She had more important things to do, such as to obligatorily redecorate her living space, and maybe scout for an assistant with a normal tolerance for alcohol.

“Oh no, your not getting away from me forehead girl!” Ino pushed the door back with surprising strength, knocking Sakura with it.

“Dammit Ino-pig! What the hell is the matter with-”

“This isn’t like any other time Sakura where I just declare Sasuke-kun’s obvious affections for me without any proof! I know it’s kinda cheesy and pale faced but he sent me a letter!”

Her green-eyed counterpart immediately ceased her door closing action. Ino backed away cautiously when Sakura slowly opened the door. “A letter?” She inquired confusedly, but not fully convinced. ‘Why the hell would Sasuke give her a letter? Unless to tell her to fuck off. But from the look she gave me I doubt Sasuke used any of THOSE words.’

Ino dusted herself off. “Yeah a letter.” She picked at a stubborn piece of lint that she must have contracted from Sakura. When that was done, the arrogant smirk returned at full levels. “I am pleased to see that this surprises you. Do you want to see it?”

Sakura was frozen for a second. She blew a stray bang from her face and frowned coldly. “If this is some kind of stupid trick I will-”

In that time Ino had taken out a piece of paper and held it a mere centimeter before Sakura’s face. “Decide for yourself forehead girl if it’s a trick or not. You can say what you want, but I’ll just dismiss it as jealousy.” Ino laughed triumphantly and dropped the sheet, which Sakura caught.

She blew the same wisp pf hair out of her face before she took the paper incredulously. Her eyes bugged out to the size of dinner plates at what she saw. “Ino, where the hell did you get this naked picture of -”

“Oh not that!” She stole the paper from Sakura’s hands and turned it over, revealing the text at the back. “That’s just part of the stationary. I think.”

Sakura took it back with shaky hands, her mind filled with the eternal image of Naruto’s whopping package. If that was a portrait, she didn’t know what she would do, or what Sasuke would do if he saw it. She shook the lustful thoughts away and concentrated on the messy writing. She narrowed her eyes, since the paper was covered with water stains and that it had been written hurriedly with a pencil.

“Yeah, I know. Sasuke didn’t really have a lot of time to really work on the presentation, since he must have just realized he loved me when he saw me at the pool. Which explains why it’s wet.” Ino calmly blew on her manicure, waiting for the bigheaded dunce to soak it all in. “Told you he would like the snakeskin bathing suit, goes to show how we differ in taste.”

Sakura wasn’t listening, not that she ever did. Her mouth gaped closer and closer to the floor with every word she read.

“I know it’s hard to swallow Sakura, but you’ve just got to accept when you’re outclassed…”

‘First of all, this is not Sasuke’s handwriting! Second of all, who the fuck says “I wanna sex you”?’

“I mean c’mon, it’s right on the paper! So don’t even think of saying I’m being delusional…”

‘Third, God, I wouldn’t write a freaking love letter with a wet pencil!’

“Just let it go Sakura. Time to let someone else have the guy. You’ve only been stealing them from me since we were nine…

‘Dear Lord this shit’s so cheesy it hurts! Sasuke would never write this crap! ESPECIALLY to Ino!’

“Where did you get this?” Sakura demanded disbelievingly.

Ino was interrupted from her heartfelt monologue. “When I came back from the pool it was under my door, someone must have slipped it in. I’m sure Sasuke-kun must have sent a messenger but either way it doesn’t really matter cause I won forehead girl!” She raised her head to the sky, seeing heaven as the clouds parted for her. She had waited so long and prayed so much, and finally her dreams were coming true.

Sakura could only stare, honestly pitying her self-proclaimed rival for Sasuke’s unrequited affections. She would congratulate whoever had the guts to pull that obvious prank, then punch them in the nose for leaving it to Sakura to conclude it, and then beg them to tell her where they had gotten such a nice view of Sasuke’s assistant. As much as she would like the psychotic blond to make more of a fool of herself, she knew Sasuke wouldn’t appreciate having the idiot cling to him MORE thinking they were lovers.

Ino’s eyes were still sparkling when Sakura sighed gravely, ‘time to burst her bubble.’

“Ino-pig, you have to understand. This is obviously some kind of joke that-”

“I always knew you would react this way, telling me I’m crazy and that the world is just making fun of me.” She scowled nastily and snatched the letter from Sakura’s slack fingers, who looked shocked. “Why can’t you once just be happy for me? You’ve already got everything I wanted; can’t you just at least PRETEND to be satisfied?” Tears were actually brimming from her eyes as she folded the letter lovingly and slid it into a pocket on her dress.

Sakura was sputtering incoherently, not really knowing what to say. “No Ino, you’ve gotta believe me! I’m not trying to-”

“Just shut up you bitch!” Ino screamed, silencing the pink-haired mess effectively.

Kakashi leered at the girls by the doorway as Ino’s shrill voice reverberated through the corridor and into the room. “Tsk tsk tsk. I told them they would get along better if they agreed to play as a fake lesbian couple. You know, for the publicity. But does anyone listen to the agent? No…” Kakashi whined, piling all the debris into one big heap in the middle of the room.

Ibiki sat next to the green lumps on the couch, who were snoring on top of eachother. “This is why I never agree to work with movie stars. Directors are only exciting when their drunk.” He peeked an eye into the gun barrel, checking if there was anymore dust that he could suck out.

“Look Sakura, I came here for a nice pat on the back. Well…actually that was just a part of it. I came here mostly to gloat, but you won’t even let me have that you greedy bitch!” Ino stomped with her fists clenched and marched away in a rage.

Sakura momentarily jogged after her, trying desperately to pour some sense into the crazy blond. “Ino! I’m not being selfish! You’re making a mockery of yourself!”

Ino jumbled for her keycard and swiped the mechanical lock.

“Dammit just listen to me!” She gripped the girl’s arm as she entered her room, which was not the right thing to do as Ino glared at her dangerously and pulled Sakura’s hand forcefully away. Sakura was stunned; she had never seen her like that before, that look in her eyes was borderline insanity.

“The next time I will see that ugly face of yours will be in parties cause Sasuke-kun is probably gonna still want you around. But if I see you uninvited or unannounced, I will pull that fake head of yours like the wig that it is.” She hissed every word and slammed the door on Sakura’s pallid face.

She stood there for several minutes, completely floored by Ino’s sudden shift in behavior and obvious denial.

Somehow, this joke just wasn’t funny.

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Naruto slurped up his ramen with a lonely sigh, though at the same time his taste buds were dancing the cucaracha. It was truthfully the best ramen he had the great fortune to ingest.

“This is awesome ojii-san!” He cheered while sucking another endless string of noodles.

The man the behind the counter smiled warmly, wiping a glass with a tablecloth. “Thanks Naruto. You’ve eaten more than everyone else on this ship combined.”

Naruto grinned with his mouth full. He swallowed it all in one gulp, rubbing his stomach contentedly. “I’ve seriously never tasted ramen this good. How come I never found any back home?”

“Oh. Well, Ichiraku has quite aplenty of branches all over Japan.”

“Aww!” Naruto groaned in disappointment, nearly falling off the stool. “That sucks. You’ve really gotta expand to America! So then I can get as much as I want!” His voice was partially pleading.

The man frowned sadly, shaking his head. “I’m afraid Americans don’t really have much of a taste for ramen. It’s pretty clear you have the tongue of a Jap, maybe you should live there?”

He bit his tongue when Naruto stared down at his bowl, downcast. “They said my family used to live in Japan, or we would have lived in Japan. I don’t know…maybe…” Naruto began to stir what was left of his ramen with his chopsticks as if in a trance.

The man behind the counter looked piteously at the blond. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have…”

“No it’s okay. It’s no big deal.” Naruto dropped his chopsticks altogether and sighed gravely.

After delivering the letter to what he had observed as the bastard’s fangirl, he had went straight to the ship’s own private lounge area, complete with a ramen slash liquor bar. When normal people would drown their pains with a glass of vodka, Naruto would purge his misery with a bowl of Japan’s finest. Most of the time it would work, but that just wasn’t his night.

He pounded his fist on the counter, toppling a glass and startling the bartender. He wasn’t sorry, for his mind swam with thoughts that were both angry and depressing.

He sighed deeply and pushed away the nearly empty bowl and rested his chin on his folded his arms. The bartender got the hint and cleaned the shattered glass in silence, leaving the blond with his sobriety.

Naruto had nearly died inside when he had found Sasuke all bloody and his wrists slit. Though he and the Uchiha didn’t share much of a connection, his heart still panged against his ribcage at the thought of someone committing the same mistake he did. He found his thoughts drifting to Iruka, his guardian, who he had left back in America. For some reason he also reminisced to the days he had shared with his first girlfriend, who had dumped him without so much as a reason, he thought with bitterness.

His reverie wandered to the black-haired bastard himself, Uchiha fucking Sasuke. He grumbled sullenly to no one in particular. The asshole would never know how much he sobbed after he had delivered the letter. He had decided to take his shower in the public bathroom and donned on clothes that were set for the guests in case of emergency. He just cried and cried while under the warm spray, scrubbing the fake blood that were still caked on his arms fiercely, meaning to tear his skin right off. Somehow he didn’t wish Sasuke dead, he wished himself dead. Many have played cruel tricks on him in the past, the bright side was that he would learn those tricks and fight back accordingly. But no one in the history of his life had ever played a joke as underhanded as Sasuke. The proof were his tears, for he had never once cried after getting pranked.

It frustrated him to no end that he didn’t feel satisfied that he had enacted his revenge. Maybe it wasn’t cruel enough? Maybe…but why did it feel like that wasn’t it? Or was he just tired of the endless cycle of pranks and revenge. Pick on the fox-faced freak so he fights back, exposing him for the monster that he is. He knew Sasuke wasn’t cruel to him because he thought he was a freak. It was just because he was a fucking douche bag who was spoiled to the core and didn’t like to be defied. So why wasn’t he happier in giving him his just deserts?

Naruto groaned loudly and let his arms fall to his sides. He slammed his forehead on the table repeatedly, as was his response to frustration.

“Hey kid! People still drink from that you know!”

Naruto quit his banging and warily turned to the voice. ‘You callin me a kid? You look no older than me jackass!’ He groaned audibly and rented his head back on the counter. He wasn’t in the mood.

The brown haired stranger grinned widely at the blonde’s back. He poked Naruto in the head, checking if he was still breathing. “Hey! You mind if I sit there?” He whispered, pointing to the stool next to Naruto.

An animalistic grunt was his response. He took that as an affirmative.

“Cool!” The perky brunette made himself comfortable while Naruto made himself invisible. “So. You must be Naruto.”

With a sigh, Naruto lifted his head from the table to face his annoying companion seriously. While he was being serious, the other boy was bouncing on his stool, batting his eyelashes at him, waiting for a response. “Yeah, that’s my name. So how dyu steal it, cause I know I didn’t give it to you.” He said that tiredly while rubbing at his eyes.

The brunette grinned wider and faced the bartender. “Shikamaru told me about you, and before you ask, we go way back. That will be too beers pal!” He hollered to the man behind the counter.

Naruto stared dumbfounded as the boy’s chest seemed to be shifting. “Hey, you’re boobs are moving, kinda…” He pointed it out with a shaky finger.

The brunette appraised him curiously before looking down at his bulky blue jacket, indeed they were moving. “Oh that’s just Akamaru.” He said to Naruto. “I told you to wait dammit! You just can’t resist a beer can you mutt?” He said affectionately, to his chest.

Naruto finally understood when a puppy leaped out of his jacket and unto the counter, startling the red-faced blond. The dog barked at him before biting at its leg. “Why the heck do you keep it in your jacket? Wont it suffocate or something?”

“Oh no, he’s used to it. He’s used to living in my clothes, or sleeping on my hair, since we travel a lot.” He scratched behind the dog’s ears, grinning proudly. “He’s a very dependant pooch I’ll tell you that.”

Naruto made a small smile and hesitantly gave the dog a pat. When it didn’t bite his hand off, he rubbed at its fur. Akamaru cooed in delight.

“Don’t get full of yourself. If you killed his mother he’d still be making those sounds. He’s not a judgmental dog.” He laughed lightly when Naruto pouted, but continued to caress the puppy’s fur. “Oh hey! I’m Kiba by the way! Cameraman slash photographer extraordinaire!” He extended his hand which had been behind Akamaru’s ear.

Naruto grinned, his mood already shifting and gave Kiba’s hand a hearty shake. “Uzumaki Naruto, assistant to an asshole!”

Kiba laughed nervously, scratching behind his neck. “Yeah. Shikamaru told me you were Uchiha Sasuke’s assistant. To honest, I feel sorry for you dude.” Kiba planted his elbows on the counter.

Naruto did the same and shrugged nonchalantly. “I admit, he’s a serious fuck job, but nothing I can’t handle.” He buried his chin in his arms once more, watching Akamaru paw a wine glass.

“You kidding me? That guy’s a dick! And I mean that literally! You say you can handle it when he sticks it up yours and it don’t hurt.”

That hit a sore spot, but Naruto only got away with a shudder.

“Seriously dude! You must know what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to do this job!”

‘No. Not really. But I’ll keep that in mind next time.’

“God that guy’s a freaking slut!” Kiba threw his arms in the air and shouted, his voice bounced around the almost empty lounge room like an offensive boomerang. Naruto couldn’t help but smile behind his arm, the guy was one heck of a character, the type of guy Shikamaru would need energy to be around. “And I would know! One of his old boyfriends hired me to take pictures of him cheating!”

A blond head went up to the ceiling with that declaration. “You serious?” He nearly slid off his stool.

“Here’s your beers guys.” Their conversation was interrupted when the old bartender came with two flasks of beer.

“Oh. It’s really nice of you and all but I don’t drink beer!” Naruto insisted, pushing the flask away from him.

Kiba furrowed his brows. “What the hell are you talking about? That aint for you, that’s for Akamaru and…hey what the hell? Get the fuck over here you stupid mutt!”

Naruto was amused to find the snowy little terrier lapping at his unfinished bowl of ramen. He was really liking this dog!

“Dammit Akamaru! Stop that! That’s not yours!” Kiba halfheartedly pulled at his dog’s furry tail, but Akamaru was insistent on finishing what he had started.

Naruto just snickered. He was grateful for Kiba and Akamaru. He only knew them for five minutes and they had already managed to cheer him up completely. He liked them. “That’s okay Kiba. Akamaru looks pretty hungry, and I’ll just get another bowl, right jii-san?”

“Already taken care of Naruto.” The man behind the counter happily placed a full and steaming bowl in front of the grinning blond. He ignored the pooch lapping messily on the other bowl. Usually he didn’t allow pets of any kind on his bar table, but for Naruto’s sake, he would make an exception. It’s not like they had customers to disturb anyway.

“Wow! Thanks jii-san!” He split the chopsticks and started on his fourth bowl enthusiastically.

Kiba sighed with amusement. He pulled Akamaru and the bowl in front of him so they wouldn’t get in Naruto’s way.

“So, you were saying about Sasuke’s infidelity?” He inquired with a mouth full of ramen.

Kiba’s lips returned to a frown as he gulped down a quarter of his beer. “Ha. Yeah. Anyway. His boyfriend hired me since I’m one of the most acclaimed photographers around, suspecting that Sasuke was cheating on him. With Akamaru as my guard, I sat on that branch next to the bastard’s penthouse.”

Naruto nodded to show he was listening, still slurping.

He finished another quarter before continuing. “I guess the Uchiha liked moonlight since he didn’t even bother shutting the drapes. So I got one hell of a shot of his naked ass, no, both their asses. Just humping away like the untouchably loaded douche bags that they were. I needed the flash if I was gonna see anything so I had to jump after about twenty shots. The Uchiha had a freaking gun!”

Naruto shook his head in understanding and in contempt for Sasuke, slurp.

“My client got one hell of a laugh when he found out his boyfriend was screwing Hyuuga Neji.” One big gulp.

His eyes widened when he started choking on his noodles, heaving loudly enough that he scared off Akamaru.

Kiba sat down his almost finished beer and patted Naruto’s back. “Hey you okay dude?” He asked in concern.

It took one strong pat for Naruto to spit out most of everything in his throat. He had learned another lesson, he ate WAY too fast. He coughed for a bit before his breathing settled.

Kiba smirked, rubbing the small of the blonde’s back. “That was pretty hard to swallow eh?”

“You think?!” Naruto chided with tears in his eyes. He pushed the bowl away in disgust. Dinner was officially over. “Did you just say…Hyuuga Neji?”

Kiba removed his hand and finished his beer. He narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to Naruto, meaning his next words to be confidential. Akamaru perched in front of them, wanting to be involved. “You haven’t heard the news haven’t ya?” It was barely a whisper.

“Nu-uh.” Naruto shook his head dumbly, entranced by Kiba’s eyes.

“Of course you haven’t. I still think he was stupid when my client decided no to go public and just asked me to burn the pictures. So it goes without saying that it never got to the news. Both Neji’s and Sasuke’s agents were practically dancing. Well, it was mostly the green one but they were happy.”

“So…” Naruto spoke with uncertainty. “So it’s the same Hyuuga Neji?”

Kiba didn’t need to ask him to elaborate. He drew back and leaned on the counter, normalcy returning in the air. “Yup. The same one who’s on this ship. I’m gonna be honest and say that I’m waiting for those two to butt heads.” Akamaru leaped to his master’s lap, who stroked him lovingly. “After all, we photographers slash cameramen live for conflict. Nothing better on Polaroid than a shagging couple and an angry lover.” There was an enigmatic glint on Kiba’s eyes along with his smirk, foretelling that the future would have a lot of what he desired.

Naruto sighed lowly and placed his head on his palm. “Hyuuga Neji eh…” he muttered under his breath. “Gaara’s boss…”

The brunette caught the thoughtful glow in Naruto’s deep blue eyes. “You okay there little buddy?”

Naruto snapped out of his musings and grinned unconvincingly. “Yeah. I’m fine just thinking.”

“Hmm.” Kiba stuffed his puppy back in jacket who didn’t put up a fight. “You should come by the dining hall for breakfast tomorrow and I heard we will be docking at noon, so you better meet the guys before then. You’ll love them I’m sure. Especially Shino, he’s a freak but he’s not the bad kind.”

Naruto was about to respond when Kiba startled him by gripping his shoulders, staring into him with concern.

“You need to take care of yourself okay? That Uchiha is not a good guy and you’re in for a long haul with him. And whenever he messes with you, just come to me you got that?”

He nodded briskly, though nervously. Kiba was making it sound like Sasuke ate his mother, and from the look he was giving him, he just might believe it.

“Just don’t let him get to you okay? Well actually, I meant to say don’t let him get IN you, but that would have made you uncomfortable.” He laughed.

Naruto shifted on his seat. How considerate…

With another pat on the back Kiba jumped from his stool, standing proudly before him. “I hope my awesome personality cheered you up. You just looked so lonesome on that stool I just HAD to annoy you! It worked right?”

Naruto was pleasantly surprised, before he scowled mockingly. “Yeah, couldn’t be more bothered.” The snarl was immediately replaced with a grin. “Thanks Kiba.”

The brunette chuckled and ran a distance before turning around, remembering something. “Oh almost forgot! You’re a pretty good looking guy, must hang with the ladies a lot! So you better be there to help me out tomorrow! There’s this chick I’m after, her name’s Hinata! Though she’s way out of my league, once you see her you’ll know she’s worth it! Ciao!”

After hearing the name, Naruto spun swiftly on his chair and was prepared to chase after Kiba, who was already out of sight. Photographers could run!

‘Did he just say Hinata? No…it can’t be. Could it? Well even if it was. It can’t be the same Hinata…could it?’

Naruto shook his head, dismissing the thoughts, figuring such coincidences weren’t possible. He dug his pockets and slammed a hefty amount of bills on the counter, forgetting that everything on the ship was free. The old bartender called to Naruto who had already ran out of the lounge.

He still had unfinished business.

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Sasuke sipped his martini despite the bitter taste which had nothing to do with the liquor. Whoever said victory was sweet had never achieved it by faking suicide.

He nearly laughed at how guilty he felt. He thoughtlessly ruined other people’s lives before, so why did it feel wrong now?

He frowned and sat down the wine glass. He had tried banishing the image of Naruto’s crying face by enjoying the light of the moon beside the pool, but even the celestial body itself looked like Naruto, where the stars were his tears.

He sank lower into beach chair, his arms behind his head, peering longingly at the beautiful night sky. The ocean winds were terribly chilly which was the only sound about other than the swoosh of the waves beneath them. He had always wanted a sky like that to look up to, which was hard to come by living in Hollywood which was an industry of its own. He was conscious of the fact that he had never been to the Caribbean, or really anywhere outside of L.A. Sasuke was an upstart celebrity, just like all the other actors on the ship, who also never had time to really enjoy themselves. The only way other than working that Sasuke passed the time was entertaining his expensive libido.

He groaned once again as Naruto’s devastated face returned to his mind.

‘Don’t you die on me now you ass! You still haven’t paid me back!’

Sasuke winced at the memory, downing the martini in hopes of banishing it. ‘God dammit why do I feel like such an asshole?! Since when did I ever CARE?! No, wait! I don’t CARE!’

But the truth was he did. He had managed to play completely in character in the whole prank, if only there were cameras he would have won an Academy Award. That was one of his lesser regrets. The one that kept nagging at him like a Jewish housewife was how Naruto LOOKED. The fact that he was absolutely hysterical, he just didn’t expect that reaction at all. He pictured Naruto laughing at him and saying good riddance which would have ruined the prank but it was honestly what he expected. It was shocking that Naruto bowled in tears, begging him to stay awake. It made the revenge that much more sweeter, but it made his stomach feel sour. Was that really what he wanted?

Sasuke rubbed at his face in frustration. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me? Jesus I never felt sorry for anybody before! Especially not the people who I fucked their brains out and kicked to the curb! Why is this so different?!’

What he refused to understand was that Naruto was different. Completely and utterly different. And his short and bizarre interaction with the blond made him feel different. Made him feel.

He scowled and threw the wine glass into the pool. He just wished he could stop thinking! Why wasn’t he happy?!

“My friend at the bar is gonna want that back you know.”

Sasuke literally jumped to his feet. He would have backed up if he wasn’t so close to falling in the pool.

Naruto arched an eyebrow, gazing passively at the flustered Uchiha who was eyeing him like he was a serial killer. He kinda liked it actually.

Sasuke made an audible gulp. He swore he could hear Jaws music playing in the background, warning him of dangers from the waters. Though Naruto looked far from threatening and was actually on borderline stunning. No, he WAS stunning. The way the moonlight bounced off his shiny blond hair and those sapphire colored eyes. Not to mention how the ripples from the pool played on his luscious tan skin. He was truly a sight to behold.

Sasuke gulped again. This was not a time to get a hard-on! This was a time to be cautious! “Dobe? What do you want? If you’re gonna kill me I swear I’ll sue you!” Charming…

Naruto scrunched his face and rolled his eyes. He could hear every single step as the beautiful blond approached him.

‘OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod…” His mind was screaming at how Naruto was getting dangerously close to him. Did he have a knife under those sweatpants?!

“Relax dumbass, I’m not gonna touch you.” Naruto all but hissed as he plopped down in a beach chair, looking to the sky.
Sasuke was expecting some form of pain, but was confused when it didn’t come. His arms fell from being extended in front of him. He gazed at the blond curiously for a time who had seemed to have completely forgotten that he was there.

‘What the hell’s his game? He’s gotta be up to something! I know he’s not THAT forgiving. So what is he doing?’

After several minutes Naruto noticed that he was being stared at. “Are you waiting for me to push you or something cause I can come over there and do it!”

Sasuke paled wide-eyed, and then sighed in relief. At least Naruto was understandably bitter, though he was still a tad too chummy. He would have been more settled if Naruto had come with a gattling gun. Which is why he would be weary. He schooled his face into a look of caution and sat down slowly beside Naruto. When his hands didn’t find any tacks, needles, or even a whoopee cushion, he laid himself down, carefully.

“Didn’t find any booby traps teme?” Naruto turned to him with a small malicious grin.

Sasuke grunted, the last thing he wanted was for Naruto to know that he was riled. He would definitely use that to his advantage.

Naruto took a long and calming breath, loving the crisp ocean air. He stared back into the stars, mentally trying to identify each one. There was silence for a time, though Sasuke was still on edge, convinced that Naruto was planning something evil. “Hey, teme?”

“Wha?” Sasuke’s head swiveled quickly facing Naruto. He was still so damn nervous. His hands clawed with the armrests to express it.

“Is that the Orion’s Belt?” He pointed, sounding like he was in a daze.

Sasuke ceased his fidgeting, just staring at Naruto. That question was beyond unexpected.

“Sasuke?”

The raven roughly shook his head, getting back online. He gathered his wits and followed Naruto’s finger which was still pointing to space. It didn’t take long for Sasuke to find what Naruto was looking at. “Yeah, that’s Orion’s Belt. Good eye dobe.” He meant it, though he was still watching his back of course!

“Hm. And what’s that big star over there, close to it. I can never seem to remember it cause it has such an annoying name.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes for a second and smiled. “That’s Betelgeuse. I used to have a hard time remembering it too when I was a kid. I convinced myself that when I think about the biggest visible star, I would remember that ugly zombie guy in the movie that used to freak me out so much.”

Naruto looked at Sasuke with eyes of wonder. “Really? You were afraid of Beetlejuice?”

Sasuke snorted, still smiling. “Just don’t spread it okay. If I see that in one of my bios on the net I’ll wring your neck.”

Naruto laughed, and to Sasuke it sounded genuine. Why was he doing this?!

The blond gazed to the cosmos once more, humming a Starship song.

Sasuke felt himself relaxing, though he didn’t let his guard down completely. Sakura was the only person he felt truly comfortable with, and Naruto was strangely having the same effect. He couldn’t help but breath and enjoy the blonde’s company, why was he having such an effect on him? Deciding he didn’t really like the silence at the moment, he aimed to impress Naruto with a bit of trivia. “Did you know that Betelgeuse is so large it would be able to wear Jupiter’s orbit as a belt?”

Naruto perked at the sudden and random fact, but he didn’t shun him for it. “Yeah, actually I did. And did you know that it is 427 light-years away as is equivalent to fifteen solar masses?” Beat that asshole!

The raven snorted…again. “Wow dobe. I didn’t know you like stars.” He was honestly impressed. Most of the people he knew only had a brain in their pants.

“Well, maybe I’m not the dobe that you think I am.” He gave Sasuke a solemn glance before turning away.

Sasuke’s breath caught in his throat. A strange and unfamiliar pang hurt his heart. Just what was he feeling when Naruto looked at him like that? It was after another pregnant silence that Sasuke spoke again. “Why are you doing this?” Why are you torturing me is more like it.

“What do you mean?” was the soulless reply.

“Don’t be coy Naruto. Why…why are you acting like I never played a cruel trick on you? I mean you just come here and talk about stars and crap like we’re bestfriends or something. Seriously what’s your deal?” His voice was raised with every word. He was angry as well as confused.

Naruto’s stare lasted for too many minutes before he sighed heavily and slid back on his chair, making Sasuke have to raise himself to see him. “You wanna know why I’m not getting you back for being an asshole?”

“Well…yeah.” He had never sounded so stupid.

“Hm. Actually I did. That blond girl now thinks you’re his lover.”

Sasuke’s obsidian orbs bugged out of there sockets. “You mean Ino?”

Naruto thought about it and shrugged. “Yeah I guess that’s her name.”

“Is…is that it?” He was still suspicious. Though spending time with Ino was a fate worse than tuna casserole, that is some lame payback. He couldn’t believe it because it was lame!

“Yup. That’s it.” Naruto sat back more properly, staring straight into Sasuke’s unbelieving eyes. “That is my super duper revenge that you have been waiting so many hours for cause you think I’m some kind of ass like you who fights dirty well guess what asshole, did I kick you where it hurts?!”

Sasuke was taken aback when Naruto screamed at him, tears threatening to fall from those beautiful blue eyes. He was actually sputtering for a comeback, though it didn’t come back at all.

Naruto shut his eyes tightly, sealing the tears where they formed. His anger was replaced with a look of fatigue. “Look Sasuke. You don’t know anything about me okay. I’m used to people picking on me like you wouldn’t believe. Those people always expect me to fight back because I’m some kind of monster and that’s what I do. So just give me a break okay. I’m tired.” He whispered the last one and leaned back into his chair, seemingly ending the conversation.

Sasuke wouldn’t have it however. So what if he didn’t know anything about Naruto, he could always learn. “Were you…were you hurt? From what I did?” It was a stupid question, but he was stupid when it came to feelings. He needed to know.

He was regarded tiredly, Naruto almost seemed broken. “What do you think Sasuke? I mean you saw me cry at my expense. Unlike you, I wasn’t acting.”

“But why? Why did you? I thought you hated me!”

“I just cared dammit!”

Sasuke deadpanned. It was that word again. He wasn’t even sure if HE cared, so why did Naruto care?

Tears were freely falling then, and Sasuke’s blood ran cold. “What human being wouldn’t at that situation? I’m not a monster like everyone says I am…”

“Naruto…I never said you were…”

“I just died inside when I saw you like that…” He plowed on, ignoring the helpless expression on Sasuke’s face. “Did you know I tried to kill myself once huh? Did you?!” He demanded for the raven who was lost for words. “I slit my own wrists too you son of a bitch and it was the biggest mistake of my life! So YOU tell me how I should feel when I saw you like that!”

That hit home for the Uchiha as his stomach rocked in guilt. He didn’t want to see Naruto cry those tears of sorrow, for he had also did just that too many times in the past.

Naruto sobbed to his hands and Sasuke was debating on whether he should touch him or just run away, leave him to his pain. Suddenly the joke just wasn’t all that funny anymore.

“Naruto…do you…can I hold you?” It was the hardest thing he had ever said, and it came with a lot of reluctance. He bit his tongue, already regretting his words.

Which was why his heart stopped beating when Naruto left his place and held on to him, sobbing desperately into his chest. Sasuke really didn’t know what to do. He wanted to push Naruto off, but then…that didn’t explain why his arms circled the blonde’s lithe form. He was nervous and reluctant, and utterly clueless, he had never comforted anyone before.

Minutes ticked like hours as Naruto cried in Sasuke’s loose embrace. Somehow, it was strangely comfortable. He had never liked anyone enough to enjoy cuddling, so does that mean…

He released a sigh of relief when Naruto’s sobs finally died down. He didn’t say anything when Naruto’s head left his chest, and gazed down into his eyes. They looked at eachother intensely. Naruto’s eyes were puffy from the crying, but they were still a gorgeous blue. He sniffled and swallowed for a while, though it didn’t stop Sasuke from being mesmerized. His arms were still around the blond, and for some reason he didn’t want to let go.

His heart beat faster and time took a break when Naruto swooped down slowly and claimed his lips in a chaste kiss. That small gesture alone sent a stream of blood to Sasuke’s groin. He had waited an entire day for this!

Sasuke allowed Naruto to take his own pace since he didn’t want to repel him by taking advantage, He didn’t want it to be like the night before, he wanted Naruto to want it this time. It was clear what he wanted however when Naruto laved his tongue over the seam of Sasuke’s lips. The raven complied happily, opening his mouth wide for Naruto to devour him.

Naruto seemed to be trying to lick the back of his face as that hyperactive tongue of his went wild within Sasuke’s mouth. He actually found it hard to keep up as the blond was reaching for his tonsils.

Naruto’s hands went everywhere, whether on his chest or digging through the raven’s hair. Sasuke’s own desperate fingers roamed inside Naruto’s shirt, kneading back muscles which were just beginning to sweat. Teeth clashed and tongues danced and breaths were rare in between as the boys ate eachother hungrily. Naruto let go of the raven’s mouth and moaned loudly when he lowered his hips and grazed his erection on Sasuke’s, who also mewled in pleasure.

Sasuke was trying but failing in pulling off Naruto’s shirt who refused to let go of him long enough for him to do so. Naruto grunted rocking his hips and plunged back into Sasuke mouth, biting and nipping all he could.

Sasuke found himself subconsciously raising his hips to meet the blonde’s angry thrusts. Though mentally he refused to come within his clothes again, but his mind was kind of off duty as he was lost within hungry kisses and chaffing erections. His hands left Naruto’s sweaty back to grasp the front his pants. He got the reaction he wanted when Naruto once again released his lips and groaned. He smirked, he was really liking the sexy Naruto, even though he had been sexy since the first time he saw him.

For some reason Naruto ceased his thrusting as the panting boys gazed at eachother. Sasuke wanted to complain before Naruto forcefully grabbed him by the shirt so he was sitting up while Naruto was still straddling him. “We need to get out of these clothes…now…” He suggested huskily.

“My thoughts exactly.”

He didn’t expect Naruto pulling him off his chair and pushing him into the ground by the pool. He grunted at the impacted. “Naruto…don’t be so rough…”

“What? I thought you liked it rough.” Naruto smirked and straddled Sasuke’s hips. The raven felt his cock hardening more when Naruto slowly and seductively slipped off his crème colored shirt, throwing it to the side.

That was as much control as Sasuke could take as he quickly sat up to clamp his lips on Naruto’s neck, sucking and biting on his pulse. Naruto moaned with every touch as Sasuke’s hands roamed all over his chest, tweaking his nipples which were just about as hard as his cock. His own hands tugged behind Sasuke’s shirt. “Sasuke…clothes…”

The raven however was too busy marking as much skin as his teeth could find to hear, but he got the hint. He released Naruto’s abused neck and sucked on the blonde’s tongue one last time before allowing himself to be laid down with Naruto on top, still making out with the heat of the sun. Naruto reluctantly let go to unbutton Sasuke’s shirt. He had only managed to release a single button before he lost patience and tore the whole thing off Sasuke’s body.

Naruto’s lips ran down Sasuke’s moonlit torso, kissing between his chest and licking across a nipple. Sasuke groaned in rapture, hands pulling at Naruto’s hair. He couldn’t believe how good Naruto was, he swore the boy was a virgin!

All thoughts left him as Naruto’s tongue arrived at his navel, fucking it like the real thing. He shuddered like never before as Naruto licked the trail of dark hair leading down to within his waistband. Sasuke spread his legs, letting Naruto know what he wanted.

Naruto regarded him for a second before smirking. He gripped the waistband of Sasuke’s sweatpants and slowly pulled them down. Inch by inch Sasuke hissed, raising his hips so the pants would come off easily. It felt like eternity when his erection was finally exposed to the cool ocean breeze. Naruto wasted no time in throwing the pants away and licking the precum off his straining head, Naruto winced slightly at the taste. Sasuke moaned, thrusting up, wanting to be owned by that mouth.

Naruto however evaded it, gripping Sasuke’s hips as their eyes connected.

“Naruto…please…” He wasn’t above begging during sex. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted Naruto inside him or vice versa.

Naruto was panting over him, beads of sweat dripping from his whisker marks. “You want me…to forgive you…don’t you?”

“Oh God Naruto! Yes! Please forgive me!” He nearly screamed, thrusting his cock against Naruto’s abs.

“Then allow me to punish you…” Naruto reached into his pockets, since his pants were still on. Sasuke hated that, he wanted them off!

Naruto’s hand came back with a set of handcuffs dangling from it. Naruto offered the sexiest look he had ever seen.

Sasuke raised himself on his elbows, gazing at Naruto questioningly. “Where did you get those?”

“Got them from a guy named Ibiki. I just bribed him with a bottle of Tylenol. Enough talking, more fucking.” Naruto positioned Sasuke closer to the pool ladder, where he would cuff him. Before he could Sasuke stopped him.

“Wait! What if I-”

“It’s okay.” Naruto insisted, kissing him softly. “I’ve got the keys.” He dangled it over Sasuke’s head before he laid it close to the side.

Sasuke smiled having been reassured and raised his arms so Naruto could do with them as he wished. Naruto was straddling his stomach as he cuffed his arms, so Sasuke passed the time by licking and biting and Naruto’s chest that was right above him.

With a click, both his hands were completely secured to the pool ladder. Naruto lowered himself on Sasuke’s body till he was they were face to face. Naruto palmed the pale boys cheeks and kissed him passionately. Sasuke couldn’t be more turned on, but he didn’t want to kiss, it was either be ridden or be impaled.

They made out for a while with Sasuke completely naked and tied to a pool ladder while Naruto still had his pants on. It wasn’t fair!

He thought his wished were answered when Naruto released his lips and stared into his eyes again. Naruto did that way too much. “What do you know Sasuke? Maybe I’m a monster after all.” He smirked.

Sasuke’s eyes bulged impossibly, his hardened dick already softening. That was not what he wanted to hear. “What?” was all he could say.

Naruto kissed him one more time and got off him. He towered over the Uchiha, eyeing him from head toe. “I have to admit though; you are pretty hot when you’re naked.”

Sasuke was frozen completely and utterly frozen.

Naruto sighed and picked up his shirt and put it on.

It was then that Sasuke had finally found where his mind was. He tugged at the cuffs securing his wrists, but it wouldn’t give. He sighted the key beside his head and tried to get it with his teeth.

“Nah ah ah.” Naruto picked up the key before he could get it and strode away from him. “I’m just gonna leave it hear so you can’t reach it.” he dropped the precious item right beyond the raven’s feet, where he could never hope to reach it.

Sasuke had found his rage then, pulling at his arms like a chained animal. “Naruto! Dammit let me go you son of a bitch!” He screamed. He had never been so humiliated in his whole life.

Naruto’s impish grin turned into a scowl. “I suppose its okay that you mess with my feelings but it’s not okay when I mess with yours eh?” Naruto didn’t wait for a reply and started picking up Sasuke’s clothes. “Well guess what, the world doesn’t work like that Uchiha. What you thought you could fuck me just because I was vulnerable?”

Sasuke was actually driven to silence. He had the dignity to know that struggling like a peasant wouldn’t get him anywhere. Naruto had him beat, and screwed him twice over. He glowered at knowing that he deserved it.

“I thought so. The key’s right there if you need it Uchiha. I’d get you a pillow, but the deck is just so very FAR from the rooms.”

That fact struck Sasuke cold and he resumed his fruitless struggles only adding pressure to his unslit wrists. How ironic.

With Sasuke’s clothes tucked under his arm, Naruto gave him a two fingered salute. “Have a nice night teme. Don’t let the barnacles bite.” And with that said Sasuke just watched with frightened eyes as Naruto proudly left the deck, marching in victory.

Revenge was sweet after all.

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Yup. Definitely the longest chapter I have ever written. And what do you know, tomorrow is my 9 X 2 / 6 X 6th birthday! So do wish me a happy one by giving me lots and lots of reviews! I love you all! Good night!

Oh and because I love you all so much, I’m gonna give you a clue to sort of answer one of the many questions in this story. Sasuke’s ex-boyfriend is actually someone you all know and whether he is already there or not I can’t say, but I’ll just say he plays a very big part and brings many troubles for Sasuke and Naruto. Ciao!

Hope you loved this chapter as much as I did!

Just thought I'd mention that the next chapter will be out pretty soon since it will be kinda short.