Battle of the sexes

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“Speech”
‘Thoughts’
“Speech/Thoughts or Whisper”
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Sakura stood in front of the body-length mirror, trying on the dozenth dress, out of the twenty -cobalt, navy and nearly black- blue short-cut dresses. She frowned, with a troubled look on her face. She had left the house immediately after Sasuke had, to get a new outfit for tonight.

"Saiii, this one doesn't look good either. Neither of them matches my hair and eye coloor." She whined, looking at said boy through the mirror's reflection.

Sai, who was her best male friend and Sasuke's second cousin, had a blank face plastered on, staring boredly at the variety of crumpled up dresses in a heap on the floor. He closed his eyes and pinched in-between his eyebrows, furrowing them together.

"Sakura....It's. Just. Dinner. You have a million dresses already. This-is-taking FOREVER!" He complained. "I may be gay, but that doesn't mean I like to shop, Sakura. Being gay, simply means I like the same sex.....It doesn't mean I now suddenly have a vagina, eat tubs of ice-cream when I'm depressed, or gossip on a regular basis." He heard someone walk by the fitting rooms, complaining how they too didn't like to shop. 'Must be here with his girlfriend.' Sai concluded.

Sakura rolled her eyes at the boy sitting behind her.

"Quit your whining. We-I've only got-" She raised her wrist to check the time on her crystal plated Chanel watch."-two hours!" She finished, noting that she had less time than she expected.

Sai shook his head. There was a long silence between them, Sai staring at a spot on the floor blankly and Sakura looking herself over and over in the mirror, only to take the dress off and try on a new one.


The store was fairly quiet, minus the fact that they kept hearing thumps, bangs against the neighboring fitting stall and deep long moans. After they shared knowing looks at each other, knowing full-well what the couple was doing next door, Sakura's phone rang. She bent over, into her purse, rummaging for the vibrating gadget.

"Hello?"

"Sakura-san." The voice was as cheerful as it could get, which wasn't very much.

"Fugaku-san." Sakura said.

"How are you and my son? It's been a while." Fugaku said with barely any emotion.

"Good! He invited me to Chouji's tonight..." There was a slight intake of air on the other end, but no words spoken.'Finally! My suspicions were false.' Fugaku thought. "..But he's bringing along someone.....Oh well, as long as he invited me, ne?" She said cheerfully.

"Hai. That's good news." Fugaku said, a little more excited.

See, Fugaku wasn't concerned in the slightest about Sasuke's well-being or happiness. All he was concerned about, was himself. How does Sakura and Sasuke's 'relationship' affect him? Well. Mikoto was the founder of the ever popular Sharingan, Eye-Phones and merchandise has been getting more popular and more expensive ever since. After all the money and more important job offers started rolling in, she noticed that he spent more time with her, had ideas for the company and spoke to her like she was on his level. She was surprised that he still wanted to be with her, despite all the time that was initially taken away from their 'quality time' together. She was very appreciative of this, until Mikoto could see that Fugaku started to become more and more greedy with production sales, so she attempted to wean him from her business affairs. But he continued to try and weasel his way, into putting his two cents in.

After too long, she had decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, about his greed and lust for money and riches. But of course you know, Uchihas don't like to talk and don't accept constructive criticism, or any criticism for that matter. So when she completely excluded him from her self-established entrepreneurship, he flipped. Then she was clearly able to decipher that it wasn't her that he still wanted, it was the money. She filed for a divorce after she was positive that there was no love in their relationship..... The fact that she divorced a retired man, meant that Itachi and Sasuke wouldn't be financially covered. So Mikoto set up a bank account for Itachi and Sasuke separately from Fugaku's. That way Sasuke and Itachi could benefit from her makings and Fugaku couldn't, that's why he was forcing Sakura and Sasuke together, because he knew he'd need to buy a house, and a big one at that, and he was underage and needed a co-signer.

Mikoto had been killed mysteriously and they could never find the murderer. Naturally, they questioned and investigated Fugaku, but they found no evidence that he was responsible. Itachi had moved somewhere far from home with his boyfriend, thus leaving Sasuke's only eligible family member to sign.....Fugaku.

The limo ride was calming. The two sat silently, thinking. Naruto thinking about what he was going to be dressed in for the dinner, and Sasuke thinking about what Naruto couldn't be dressed in.

Naruto was staring out of the window, watching the scenery of the rougher looking neighborhoods, and run down corner-stores, turn into green grass, tall shady trees, ridiculously large homes and iron gates. He absently wondered what kind of house Sasuke lived in. Sasuke....That hot ass mother fucker. He was as pale as the moon, with perfectly contrasting deep eyes, dark blue hair and his wan appearance was somewhat mysterious and drawled Naruto to him, making him want to discover all his mysteries. Naruto let his eyes wander on the boy across from him. Naruto sighed, knowing that Sasuke couldn't be his....all his.....yet.....Well I mean-not like he was now. Because Naruto wasn't that easy, he didn't fall so quickly for just anyone. No, they'd have to earn him. No matter how insanely hot they might be. So sexy that he could be compelled to jerk off to their damn smile. No, see, Naruto was a complex guy, despite what others may think about his empty-headedness. Well, not so much complex, more along the lines of specific and mandatory desires, that absolutely MUST be fulfilled. He wasn't so sure this Sasuke guy could execute such goals. Everything had to be out of love. And Sasuke seemed like he wasn't into the love scene and was just in it to relieve some pent up stress. Naruto didn't want to be someone's metaphorical punching bag. When ever Sasuke was feeling down, he could just come over and hit it. No....No. Naruto slid the lower half of the barbell in his tongue across the bottom row of teeth warily, keeping his eyes on the un-fully-trusted Uchiha.

Sasuke eyed Naruto's muscular chest rise and fall with the vocalized turmoil and long neck, under cobalt bangs. He could definitely picture himself running his hands over said chest, rubbing and stimulating hard nipples, while biting, licking and nipping on the tan neck, grinding a rock-hard erection into the one before him, as he gripped and grabbed at the other's back like he would die if his skin wasn't pressed up against his own. He wanted that future, and he'd do anything to rid Sakura for it. All his pent up emotions, he felt like he could just spill all of them out to the tan teen in front of him. He was so beautiful.

He stopped thinking for a moment 'What?!' and just watched the blonde's face contort into many different contradicting expressions. First he'd smile, then he'd frown, then maybe look dreamy, then look stern. Sasuke loved it. He'd never seen so many different facial expressions at one moment. Sasuke looked back up in to the other's eyes. His eyes were the brightest blue, that captured you and peeked into your very soul.
Sasuke realized after a while, that he was staring, but wasn't the only one admiring. Sasuke noticed that the facial expression that was left sketched onto the blonde's face, was hopefulness. Sasuke smiled his heart-stopping, sexy smile.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

Naruto stalled for a second. "You." Naruto replied confidently.

Sasuke's eyebrows raised at the honest statement. "Oh?"

"Yeah...." Naruto smiled a small smile and Sasuke could see the faint blush painting his cheeks.

"You mean like: Sasuke's-in-front-of-me-in-a-limo? Or: Tonight, we fuck?"

Naruto's breath hitched and Sasuke noticed his blush became a little more violent.

"Wh-WHAT?! I barely even know you!" Naruto exclaimed.

"Yeah, I guess that's what you're here for, my company and to get to know me."

Naruto's blush stayed at bay.

"Y-yeah."


"So he asked you?" Sai asked, incredulously, still not believing what he'd previously heard.
Sakura scowled at him through the mirror.

"Why?! Is that so hard to believe? It's not like it's a miracle that he did. I knew he would want me sooner or later." Sakura said haughtily, while Sai thought 'Oh yes it is!'.


A few blocks later and Sasuke was talking again. Odd, but he wanted to get as much information out of his potential boyfriend a possible, before the night was over. And hopefully it wouldn't end so soon after diner.

"So Naruto, how old are you?"

Naruto scrunched his face up at the random question.

"19 and a half….You?"

"I'm already 20." Sasuke said, like it was such a privilege.

Naruto rolled his eyes and looked out the window once again, knowing the Uchiha's eyes were still on him.

There was a short silence before it was broken.

"We're here Maser Sasuke." Winston informed.

"Hn."


The limo pulled up to a very expensive looking building, with a giant golden plaque-like sign, with large black letters engraved into it, that read: 'Iris' Naruto's jaw mentally fell to the floor when he realized where he was, on the good side of town, where all the obscenely rich folks shopped. Sasuke opened the car door and stood beside it, holding it open for his yellow-haired guest.

"Why the-" Naruto thought about finishing that sentence....'hell are we here?!' but then he thought again. 'Sasuke wants me....and he's willing to spend large amounts of money on me....' He pondered on the thought a little longer. 'Might as well get what I can why it's free!' his free-loading side kicked in. Well at least if this whole relationship thing didn't work out in the future, he'd have some expensive clothing to put up on eBay(!).

Naruto found himself in an area filled with racks and racks full of pricey looking shirts. He frowned at a particular shirt, hoping Sasuke didn't want him to wear something like that.....Even though it wouldn't matter, because he'd wear what he wanted to wear.....dammit!

Sasuke eyed the rack of costly shirts, finding the perfect one. He picked it up and held it in the air so Naruto could see. It looked about his size so he found a pair of black slacks to match, that also looked like they were his size.

"Do you like this one?" Sasuke asked, holding the shirt up, gauging Naruto's facial expression.

Naruto nodded.

"Yeah whatever, I'm not really big on silk red shirts and not too fond of shopping." He said, walking by a large fitting room-type area."

"I think it'll look sexy on you." Sasuke said, walking towards the blond. "Let's go try it on." Sasuke said, walking more and more into Naruto's personal space, forcing him backwards into the dressing room.

Sasuke thrust the shirt towards Naruto, looking at him expectantly. Naruto looked at Sasuke like he just grew an extra head.

"Undress." Sasuke said, staring at the embarrassed boy.

Naruto's eyes widened slightly and had a shocked facial expression.

"W-what?! You mean while you're in here?!" Naruto asked.

"When we're together, that won't matter."

Sasuke said, while he walked directly in front of Naruto. Pinning him to the wall with his body roughly, slamming Naruto into it. Sasuke craned his neck and began sucking and nipping at Naruto's tan neck. Naruto moaned and tried weakly to push Sasuke away, but he was so intoxicatingly sexy that he just couldn't find himself doing so whole-heartedly. Sasuke slipped his hands beneath Naruto's green short sleeve button-up shirt, feeling his chiseled abs that he worked so hard for at the gym. Naruto sighed and let his head fall back and hit the wall noisily, as he felt the texture of Sasuke's palms and fingers taste him.

Sasuke unbuttoned the buttons slowly, while lapping at a deep purple hicky he had just placed on Naruto's top right neck. Naruto moaned long and deep when he felt Sasuke's hard length thrust into his own.

When Sasuke successfully rid Naruto of his shirt, he stepped back and looked at the sight of the flushed, panting boy. Sasuke licked his lips.

"Put it on." Sasuke said breathlessly, pointing at the shirt. He couldn't wait for him to put the red silk shirt on, just so he could rip it back off.

Naruto complied and put the shirt on, turning his back to the Uchiha to look at himself in the mirror. Sasuke looked him up and down.

"Just as I thought……Sexy." Sasuke said, wrapping his arms around Naruto's toned abdomen from behind and propping his chin on the tanned shoulder, then nudging Naruto's neck, kissing it tenderly. Naruto leaned into Sasuke's warm embrace and placed his hands over Sasuke's, intertwining their fingers, smiling at the reflection he had always dreamed of. Some one to love….Someone who loved him.

Sasuke pulled his lips away from Naruto's neck when he heard a disgustingly familiar voice.

TBC

(!) That's what I'm talking about Naruto! Make that money!!!

BUM BUM BAHHHH!

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