Role Play

A/N: Chapter four!! I can’t believe I’m really four chapters in. You guys will decide if there is a chapter five or not, though I am really starting to get into the story myself. I wonder just for far it can go.
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Shizune consulted her clipboard before turning to address the doctors gathered in the small conference room.
“One more item before we dismiss. It’s that time again: we need a couple of volunteers to go with some interns in the BRACA mobile.”

The BRACA mobile, donated by a wealthy breast cancer survivor, transported medical staff to remote areas that had little or no real medical facilities. Every few months, interns were taken into the rural areas where they would give free breast exams, information and any minor medical assistance that may be needed.

Every male hand in the room shot up. Tsunade, head resting lazily on her fist, gave an eye over the group. Her unrivalled brilliance in surgery and diagnostics had made her a shoe-in for the chief of medicine position. Had they known of her distaste for actual work and bureaucratic procedures, they may have reconsidered. Thank goodness for Shizune.

“Not you Gaki…You went the last two times. Even Christmas only comes once a year!” Naruto pouted and lowered his hand. “Kabuto, Rin- you guys are going!”

Kabuto whooped and flashed Naruto a victory sign. Rin sighed, she hadn’t even volunteered. Tsunade spoke up, grabbing Kabuto’s attention.

“Oi Kabuto. I’ll remind you that nubile young women in the 17-24 age range are NOT in the high-risk category for breast cancer! So those half-hour examinations of yours are unnecessary!”

“Since when is being thorough a crime?” Kabuto asked wide-eyed as if he were being unjustly persecuted.

“Since sexual molestation became a crime. Rin, I expect a full report from you! Including notes on Kabuto’s behaviour.”

“Yes Tsunade-sama!” Shizune then dismissed everyone.

Sakura told Naruto she would see him later as she remained behind to consult Tsunade. Naruto was almost out the door when Tsunade’s voice had him turning back.

“Oi Naruto, stay a while!” Naruto sat slowly as he tried to remember if he had done anything wrong. He couldn’t think of anything offhand, but he was still nervous.

Tsunade came up to him and started tugging lightly at his hair. “I hear you have a big date tonight…”

Naruto gave a pointed look at Sakura, who whistled and stared at the ceiling. Tsunade smiled as she continued playing in the bright blond hair.

She had met Naruto when they were both at turbulent junctures in their lives. She had been a woman trapped in grief over her husband and the child that would never exist; he had been a rebellious, hyperactive 12 year old that couldn’t stay away for trouble and bodily injury.

That night at the hospital, they had not hit it off. He was a loudmouthed smartass that got unto her last nerve with an ease that was remarkable. Naruto’s guardian was no more than a kid himself and Tsunade could see that Iruka was in a little over his head. Before she could figure out what she was doing- she’d challenged the boy to a bet. She promised him her most prized possession- a necklace she had received from her grandfather, and later reclaimed from her husband’s body. She also promised to acknowledge (over the hospital’s PA system), that Naruto was the greatest and would achieve anything he set his mind to and that she was a miserable old hag. Naruto had been dared to stay out of trouble while maintaining at least a ‘B’ average for an entire year. He also had to work with Tsunade at the hospital, after school; not missing a day except for illness or some reasonable circumstance.

Tsunade was unsure when it had happened, but the boisterous young man had managed to ingrain himself so deeply into her life; she had difficulty imagining it without him. Despite the biological impossibilities, she had actually found a son to love, and a reason to have faith again. She had never been happier to lose a bet… And she had lost a lot.

“I also hear that the date is with a certain Hyuuga heiress, no less!” Naruto sighed and slumped.

“Why are you people making such a big deal out of this? I’ve gone on dates before you know! Jeez, even Sasuke’s taking an interest! Do you want to know where I am talking her too?”

There were twin frowns on Tsunade and Sakura’s faces. The two women looked at each other and back to a fuming Naruto.

“So Sasuke wanted to know where you were taking her?” Sakura asked hesitantly, sneaking more nervous looks at Tsunade.

“Yeah… He was probably just looking for an opportunity to tease me or something…”

“You told him?” Tsunade interrupted; the implications and possibilities running through her mind.

“Yeah… what’s the problem?” Naruto looked from Sakura to Tsunade, both quickly adopting big fake, nervous grins.

“Nothing… nothing! We were just asking!”


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Evening came way too quickly for Sasuke’s liking; and before long, some idiot was leaning on his doorbell. He stalked over and swung the door open, ready to chew Naruto out.
It wasn’t fair… Naruto didn’t look that different from the usual. Black pants and an orange dress shirt, the black jacket looped casually over his arm. His hair was as wild as ever, framing his face in the usual golden halo. Yet, the overall effect was enough to knock the wind out of Sasuke. He caught on to the fact that he was staring the same time Naruto did.

“What- is there something on my face?” Naruto started dabbing at his face self-consciously as Sasuke snapped out of his trance.

“No, I’m just surprised what can happen with a little effort. Do you do back to normal at midnight?”

Naruto gave a bashful lopsided smile that did awful things to Sasuke’s insides. The blond bumped him roughly with his shoulder as he pushed his way inside.

“Shut up! You know I always look goo-ood!” Naruto headed over to Sasuke’s car-key rack and sighed.

All of the cars there fit Sasuke. When he was driving them, it didn’t appear to be pretentious or showing off- just natural extensions of his personality. When Naruto drove them, he felt like a fake. He eliminated the Paradox, since that was Sasuke’s favourite and the one he used regularly. He couldn’t drive the Viper either- the flaming red car made him want to take too many risks while driving and he wouldn’t be alone in the car tonight. Nor would he take the Ashton- it’s a James Bond car, enough said!

“Would it kill you to drive a Japanese-make? Not even a Honda or something? You have no patriotism.”

“The entire world drives our cars, I’m simply returning the favour. Just shut up and choose one!”

Naruto took the keys to the Mercedes. That wasn’t so bad- it was an older model and had plenty of miles on it.

“I’m out of here! You’ll get your car back tomorrow… unless we elope! Then I’ll take it as a wedding gift from you!” Naruto grinned as he headed to the door.

“Don’t even joke about that…” Sasuke growled at him as Naruto opened the door to head out.

“Relax, I was just kidding. You’ll get you car back tomorrow…meanie!” That wasn’t what Sasuke was referring to, and before he could offer a parting shot at the blond- Naruto was out the door.

Sasuke waited a few minutes after hearing the car drive off, before he go up and went to get dressed. He didn’t have to hurry since he knew exactly where they were heading.

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The Floating Butterfly was one of the hottest restaurants around. To simply walk in off the street and get a table would have to mean you were either one of the rich and elite or you were a serious power player. Naruto was in neither category, but he did know the owner. As such, one of the best tables was always reserved for him.

“Uzumaki-sama, welcome back!” The hostess gave Naruto megawatt smile before surreptitiously glaring at Hinata. The latter suppressed a sigh. She had lost count of the women glaring at her at the hospital, and now they were doing it on the street.

A few minutes after they were seated, a dark haired, black-clad man showed up.

“Uchiha-sama, welcome back!” Sasuke gave the gushing girl a small smile, effectively ensuring that she would be putty in his hands and do whatever he told her.

Soon he was seated, well hidden in the shadows at one of the tables; and shaded uselessly further by a large palm plant. He had a perfect view of Naruto’s table, and it had only taken the relocation of a small family party to do it.

As he waited and contemplated what he was going to do, Sasuke was taken off-guard by an attack of conscience. As he watched Naruto and Hinata talk easily to each other, he wondered to himself: was he really going to ruin this for his friend? Naruto didn’t go out that much to begin with, and for him to ask someone out was a big deal. His attention was pulled back to Naruto’s table by the sound of laughter, and Sasuke felt his heart sink. Naruto really liked this girl, and they were getting along so well.

The more he thought about it was the worse the idea made him feel. Love sucks… Heaving a sigh, Sasuke was about to leave, head home and crawl into a bottle of vodka. That is, until Hinata accidentally knocked her napkin off the table. She and Naruto both leaned over to get it and their fingers brushed. They both went still and locked eyes, Hinata’s position also giving Naruto a generous view of her ample cleavage. Both blushed and straightened quickly, a waiter being the person to ultimately rescue the forgotten napkin.

Oh that bitch was going down. Accidentally knocked off her napkin, my ass. Sasuke would be damned if he was going to lose Naruto to some calculating nymphomaniac harpy. Ignoring the niggling voice that told him he was being insanely irrational and should just go home, Sasuke scanned the restaurant for the waiter who looked the easiest to bribe and corrupt.

A large entity completely blocked Sasuke’s view, and the man looked up in consternation. Recognition was immediate and Sasuke swore viciously in his head. Outside however, he remained completely placid.

“Hey Chouji…”

Chouji was the owner and head chef of the Floating Butterfly, and hence the reason Naruto was always assured a table. Technically, Chouji was also Sasuke’s friend. However, Sasuke knew that, with the exception of Sakura, all his ‘friends’ were actually Naruto’s friends who simply accepted him as an unavoidable package deal. The reverse was also true; he mostly tolerated them for Naruto’s sake. Although, after years of weird adventures and growing pains, Sasuke had managed to form a sort of grudging friendship with some of them, independent of Naruto. After all, they were all just planets orbiting the same blond star, getting pulled in by his irresistible gravity.

In any event, Chouji would hardly go out of his way to personally greet Sasuke, unless he was there with Naruto. Something was definitely off.

“Hey Sasuke. How’re you doing?” Sasuke inclined his head and lifted an eyebrow. Chouji grinned and continued as if Sasuke had actually spoken. “Want to hear something funny?”

Sasuke lowered one eyebrow and lifted another, hoping that Chouji got to the point quickly. The bastard was completely blocking Naruto from view. Chouji continued speaking without any evident encouragement.

“Sakura called earlier…” Sasuke rolled his eyes. That woman was going to be the death of him. Just whose side was she on anyway? “…said to be on the look out for you. Damndest thing too, she said you might be out to ruin Naruto’s date. I told her that was crazy!”

“Indeed…” Sasuke was levelling his gaze at Chouji now, hoping to intimidate him into leaving him the hell alone.

“But, you know Sakura… she can be so convincing when she needs to be. So I promised that you would do no such thing. Well there is only one way to assure that…”

Sasuke got the hint quickly. “Are you trying to kick me out?”

“That is such a harsh way of putting it!”

“That is the only way to put it. I am not being disruptive or offensive, and I’m a paying customer. You have no grounds to throw me out. I’m not going anywhere…”

“Oh but it’s my restaurant, and I reserve the right to ask patrons to leave if I feel like it.” Apparently tonight, Chouji was tripling as a bouncer as well. Sasuke’s gaze narrowed as Chouji looked him square in the eyes. “Go home, Sasuke…”

“Make me…”

In retrospect, Sasuke thought as he went sailing out the back door of the Butterfly’s kitchen, challenging the 275-pound former captain of the college wrestling team may not have been the best way to handle things.

Sasuke landed with a soft thud in the overstuffed garbage bags piled next to the dumpster. He painfully raised his head to glare at the man filling the doorway. Chouji smiled as if in apology.

“You know Sasuke… there are mature and direct ways of dealing with this situation. Ruining Naruto’s date is not one of them. My people have been instructed not to let you back in, at the cost of their jobs… including the hostess.” Chouji turned and prepared to leave. He yelled over his shoulder as the door closed. “Come back tomorrow! I’ll make all your favourites… on the house!” And with that, the door slammed.

Sasuke shimmied off the greasy garbage bags, wincing as he stood. Great, the love of his life was inside wining and dining some spoiled heiress, while he was outside, stinking of garbage. Sasuke failed to see how this could get any worse.

In answer to his unintended challenge, there was a flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder. A second later, a heavy drenching rain was pouring steadily over him. Sasuke inhaled deeply and counted to ten. Now he smelt like wet garbage- wonderful. Squelching loudly, he headed off to the valet to get his car. Vodka it is…


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He was being robbed. He was hung-over and heartbroken and he was being robbed. The thieves didn’t even have the decency to be quiet about it either. Sasuke groaned and stumbled down the stairs, preparing to fend off the bloodthirsty gang looting his stuff. There were no thieves, only Naruto.
What kind of moron makes this much noise returning car-keys?

“Oi, teme! You’re awake! I got tired of knocking. Want some breakfast?” Sasuke glared as Naruto chivvied an obscene amount of eggs about in a large frying pan. His eggs and his frying pan. He grumpily sat down at the counter.

“Have some breakfast and then you can take these.” Naruto placed a plate of eggs and toast before him as well as orange juice and two tablets.

“What’s this? The hair of the dog that bit me (1)?” Sasuke sniffed at the orange juice and eyed the pills.

“No, just good food and a couple of pain-killers. They will help get rid of your hangover.” Naruto was merrily digging into his breakfast and sputtering with his mouth full.

“Why do you think I’m hung-over?” Sasuke eyed the blond warily.

“I came to check on you when you didn’t answer the door. You had so much fumes coming off you; you could have had your own octane rating.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened at that. Naruto was in his room! What if he had said something in his sleep?

“Don’t worry, you revealed nothing. All you did was snore, drool, fart and mutter ‘ooh yeah, you know what I need…give it to me, give it to me, oh yeah give it to me!’ Then I decided to leave in case you got ‘active’ in your sleep.”

Sasuke fought a blush and muttered: “I did no such thing you total moron…” Yes he did, he was recalling the Naruto-centric dream quite vividly.

The only ill effects Sasuke ever had after imbibing too much, was a beastly headache. It was now exacting sweet revenge on him as he attempted to chew his breakfast. Taking a break from the exhausting activity, he glanced over at Naruto who was dishing out his third helping of food.

“So… how did your date go?”

“Not bad. Talked, pigged out on Chouji’s food, took her home and went to bed.”

“YOU SLEPT WITH HER!?!” The loud outburst revved Sasuke’s headache to breaking point and he abruptly dropped his volume.

“No you pervert! I went to my bed! She gave me a kiss on the cheek and that was it. It never even crossed my mind going any further!” Naruto took an indignant bite of his toast and Sasuke’s headache drained blissfully away. “I doubt that will change tomorrow night either…”

Correction, Sasuke’s headache drained blissfully away, simply to return with reinforcements. The man pinched between his eyes painfully and staggered to his coach. Naruto frowned and followed him.

“Jeez, you really went overboard last night didn’t you?” Sasuke stiffened as he felt a hand dive into his hair and start massaging his scalp. Another hand moved to rub his neck. After all these years, the concept of personal space still managed to elude Naruto. “What’s the matter with you anyway? You don’t usually drink…”

Sasuke didn’t respond as Naruto soothed the tense muscles spanning his head, neck and shoulders. What kind of moron just goes around massaging people like that? It’s simply asking for trouble.

Within a couple minutes the pain was gone, not that Sasuke felt like sharing that information. However, without the distraction of the pain, Sasuke’s mind drifted to other things. Soon his head was filled with images from the dream of him and Naruto in the kitchen. His brain omitted the memory of Naruto’s phone call waking him, and simply went on to continue the fantasy.

Soon, all Sasuke could see were he and Naruto naked on his kitchen floor, a sweaty tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. A far-away voice, sounding curiously like man he was kissing, muttered something about bastards completely overdoing it. He ignored it, because the Naruto in his daydream was running his fingers through his hair and saying his name as Sasuke plunged his mouth down his length.

There was a swift tug on his hair and an equally fast movement of body as Naruto flipped him unto the cool floor. The blond surged over him, one hand still tangled in his hair as the other moved to stroke Sasuke’s erection.

“You want this, yeah?” Naruto whispered huskily to him as Sasuke nodded dumbly, going mindless with pleasure.

Naruto tilted his head back to better attack his neck, his grip on Sasuke’s member tightening and the strokes coming harder. Sasuke groaned deeply and thrust into Naruto’s fist. He yanked Naruto’s head up to kiss him again, loving the feel of the other’s tongue sliding against his. Naruto pulled away and stared down at him.

“Do you really want to do this with him standing there?” Sasuke looked around Naruto’s shoulder to see another Naruto staring at them with a perfect expression of ‘WTF?’

Sasuke’s eyes snapped open, Shit! In an instant he bolted out of the chair and Naruto’s touch and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Naruto blinked in confusion, he hands poised in mid-air where they had been massaging Sasuke’s tense muscles. He followed to find a locked bathroom door. He knocked loudly and listened to the strangled sounds coming from the other side.

“Sasuke! You okay in there” Sasuke responded that he was just fine, through gritted teeth. “Do you need me to hold your hair back or something?”

Sasuke blinked dumbly back at the door, pants down- engorged member in hand. Hold his hair back? It took awhile to realize that Naruto thought he was throwing up as another side effect of his hangover. Sasuke could literally feel his IQ dropping as he his hand started to move to get relief.

“I can hold my own hair back, dobe! I don’t need your help puking!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” There was an extended pause as Sasuke tried with limited success to stifle his moans. In an extraordinary effort, Sasuke racked his brain to stir a helpful memory. “It’s been one week”

“What Sasuke?”

“I said it’s been one week since you…”

“DAMMIT!!” Two and a half minutes later, both men were spent and panting. In unison, the both leaned against the bathroom door and slumped to sit on the floor. It was another half a minute before Naruto turned to address the man on the other side.

“You’re a mean bastard, you know that?”

“Look at the bright side; at least you helped me feel better!”


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(1) The ‘hair of the dog that bit you’ is a dubious hangover ‘cure’ which is simply drinking more alcohol until you don’t feel hung over anymore. Don’t use it; you’re only delaying the inevitable…
A/N: Chapter 5- yea or nay? That is the question! Anything or anyone you want to see? One reviewer was honest enough to tell me to screw everyone else; she just wanted the NaruSasu butt-secks! (Okay, I’m paraphrasing-but that WAS the gist of it!) Yes I know- it’s been all fantasy citrus but no real lemon… I got cussed out for that by a couple people, lol. But at least I did something! We’ll see how it goes. Tell me what you thought!