Evolution

Title: Evolution
Author: Becca Amon
Genre: AU
Pairings: Sasuke x Naruto
Warnings: Shounen ai, yaoi, lemon, language
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Author's note: Just a one-shot for now. I'm not sure if it should become a multi-part.
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"…." - Dialogue

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I was downing my second bottle of beer, already feeling a light buzz making its way through my body, when Shikamaru sidled up next to me, a bottle of his own lightly dangling by his side. He looked flushed, and well on his way to bumping into walls. I looked around for Choji - who usually accompanied him wherever he went - and found him occupying one of the couches, passed out.

I turned back to Shikamaru and realized he had been speaking while my eyes had skimmed over the partying crowd.

"Oh sorry, man. I wasn't paying attention."

He gave me an exhausted expression, like he was too lazy to repeat what he said and I was being troublesome for making him do so. Usually he wouldn't give anyone the time of day to repeat something for them. For him to do so now told me it was important, and to pay at least a little attention. I indicated for him to tell me. He took a swig of beer instead. It was probably some sort of retaliation. He knew I was paying attention now so he made me wait.

Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he gestured behind him with his beer and said, "Your best friend is looking a little green around the gills, Naruto."

I raised an eyebrow at that and took another sip from my bottle.

"So what? Who am I - his babysitter?"

I turned away from him to check out the crowd, noticing a few girls I'd like to talk to once I get the chance.

"No, but you are his best friend so you better do something quick. Before he pukes out his dinner."

I made a disgusted face.

"We haven't even been here for two hours! He couldn't have guzzled that much booze that fast!" I complained, knowing I wouldn't be staying here any longer, but still making an effort to stall.

Shino came around the corner; he pushed aside a few would be gropers and turned his head left and right, searching. His hidden eyes found Shikamaru and me, and he made a bee-line straight for us. Inserting himself next to Shikamaru, who wasn't very steady on his feet, he also came to tell me that Sasuke wasn't looking too good.

"Fine!" I gave in with a frustrated noise. "I don't know why you guys just didn't show him to the nearest toilet bowl and tell him to puke his guts out!"

Actually, I knew why. Sasuke would never be caught dead with his head over a toilet bowl or puking outside on the grass. It's like the thirty fourth rule of the universe or something.

I sidestepped a few girls who tried to make a grab at my sweater. Any other time and I would have gladly gotten to know them, but right now was not a great time. My best friend was about to empty his stomach on either something expensive or someone unfortunate enough to be within range of vomit emission.

The guys led me through the large house and pointed me to a surprisingly deserted darkly lit hallway. I figured this was the part of the house no one was to loiter in. We walked down the spacious hallway while Shikamaru did an odd version of his own walk. It was like watching a disgruntled turtle that woke up one day with his head on the other end of his shell. We reached the bottom of a stairway and they pointed up to a figure that sat on one of the stairs, his back to the wall, one foot across the step and the other rested on a lower step. He was almost shrouded in darkness.

I huffed my last complaint and made my way up to my ailing friend.

His head rested on the wall with his eyes closed and lips partly open. For a moment I thought he had fallen asleep. I leaned closer to his face and found dark eyes watching me.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

He gave me a look that asked if I was stupid.

"Right…Dumb question."

"Do you want to find a place to rest or sleep it off or something?" I suggested.

Again, I received the patented 'are you stupid?' look. Rule of the universe number thirty five: Sasuke would never sleep at anyone else's place unless he trusts them with his life. Or at least known them for half of it. That would rule out a hell of a lot of people and would leave only a couple of the guys, and me, of course.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to get out of here."

I was afraid of that.

"Aww…C'mon man. We've only been here for two hours! There are so many girls I'd like to check out and there's booze calling my name!"

He stared at me expectantly. I knew I'd lost ever since Shikamaru had dragged his ass over to talk to me. I gave in obligingly.

"You owe me for this Uchiha! At least a month's lunch worth!"

Okay, maybe not so obligingly.

He made some affirmative grunt, which could have indicated two things. Either it was a 'Yes let's get out of here,' or 'Fuck you'. One would be more obvious than the other.

I chose to believe it was the former.

"Can you walk on your own?"

He answered this by getting up and immediately toppling back down. I wrapped my arms around his torso to stop his descent. He leaned heavily on me, resting his chin on my shoulder. One of his arms pressed against the wall while the other gripped the rail.

"Damn! How much did you drink?"

"He was dragging around a whole bottle of Mr. Jack the last time I saw him." Shikamaru helpfully pointed out.

"You did not finish that entire thing?!" I asked dubiously.

"No…" He answered - or more like breathed - into my ear where his head rested.

"Oh, good. Okay let's get outta here."

I moved beside him and put his arm over my shoulder with my arm supporting his waist. More than half of his weight leaned on me and I practically dragged him down the stairs. After awhile I think he re-learned how to walk and I didn't have to carry him as much, but I still held onto him just incase he forgot again.

We chose a less crowded route, but still encountered a few people as we left. Most of them protested our early departure, but they're alcohol-consumed minds were easily distracted by other things. We were a step or two away from the front door when our host called for out attention. She bounced on over, surprisingly sober, to see if there was something she could do.

"No, it's alright, Ino. Really, Thanks for inviting us, but I think it's best if we just headed home."

She made a disappointed face, but I knew she would understand. She was one of the few females I could tolerate spending more than a couple of hours with.

Sasuke attempted a slurred apology and she smiled softly at him. She patted him on a cheek and told him to feel better, assuring him it was fine. I'm sure she had already forgiven him. Apparently Sasuke felt the same way about her as I did because he didn't break her wrist for touching him in such a manner.

We bid her goodbye and left the raucous house. I found that Shino had pulled his car around and was waiting for us. When the guy had sneaked behind us to get his car, I had no idea. I was only too thankful we caught a ride with him from the party. I don't think Sasuke even possessed the ability to curl his fingers around his keys and if he did bring his car, I knew he wouldn't let me drive his baby. Not even if he was bleeding profusely and lost a leg. Okay, maybe not to that extreme, but something like that.

I carefully pushed him into the back seat and, after a moment's thought, followed after him. I buckled us in and had an arm holding him just in case of sudden stops.

The ride was a little long. Well, longer than was comfortable. Sasuke looked like the car ride wasn't doing him any good, he looked greener somehow. Shino kept glancing back at us, probably hoping Sasuke would be kind enough not to puke in his car.

I caught my thumb absently drawing circles on Sasuke's arm, on the smooth skin beneath my hand. I stopped and just held on.

I was thankful when we finally drove up Sasuke's driveway and was even happier when I pulled Sasuke out of the car without having him empty his stomach on Shino's upholstery. Much to the other boy's obvious relief. Shino honked at us as he backed out of the driveway and sped away, most likely back to the party.

We trudged up the pebbled steps and finally reached his front door. I was going to ring the doorbell but thought better of it. I'm sure his family would not appreciate being awoken at midnight.

"Sasuke." I shook him; I think he was falling asleep on me.

He mumbled a reply and leaned more on me.

"Geez man! You're not tinker bell you know? You're damn heavy!"

He grunted something rude which I don't care to repeat.

"Did you bring your keys?"

"Pocket…" He slurred.

"Can you fish 'em out and open the damn door?"

No response.

If I was a heartless guy I would have left him on his front steps. In fact, I wouldn't have even agreed to this and just let him puke all over Ino's furniture.

I grumbled a complaint and slid my hands on his front pockets. When I couldn't find them, I searched his back pocket, feeling like I was groping my best friend. I found them thankfully and unlocked the door, letting ourselves in as quietly as possible.

"They're not home."

"Huh?"

"Mom flew down to her home town to be at my Aunt's wedding, Dad's at a business trip." He explained in a slur.

"How about Itachi?"

"Camping trip with his friends."

I gave a mild snort and closed the door behind us.

"And I suppose you'd like me to drag you to your bed too?"

"If it wouldn't trouble you that much?" Was what my slur translator told me he said.

I slipped my shoes off, helped him with his, and we made our way slowly upstairs to his bedroom.

We traveled down the dimly lit hallway until we found his room and pushed our way in. I quickly deposited him to his bed and made sure he was comfortable.

"Will there be anything you need?"

He lay on his bed, still fully dressed; gazing at me but probably was having a hard time focusing.

"Yeah. Can you get me a set of sleeping clothes?"

I looked at the stiff pants hugging his legs and the shirt that probably didn't pass for sleepwear.

"Sure." I shrugged, complying.

I dug around his drawers and came up with a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. I walked over to his bed and handed them to him. He only stared at me and didn't move to take it.

"Oh man! Do I have to do everything for you?"

"Pretty much." He shrugged.

In the darkness of his room, with only the moonlight and glow of street lamps filtering through his windows, we struggled to get him out of the stifling shirt. He sat up bare-chested as he watched me gather the courage to work on his pants and then promptly plopped back on the mattress, the last vestiges of his strength or ability to stay up apparently spent.

"If I wasn't your friend, you know you'd be left passed out on your driveway now, right?"

He only gave a slight nod and had the audacity to lift his hips as if demanding I get on with it.

"Fine." I grumbled, sitting on the edge of his bed, and took hold of the hem of his pants. I swiftly undid the button and was about to unzip his pants, when I noticed a distinct bulge making it a little difficult to unzip.

My mouth suddenly grew dry as my hand froze mid-motion over my best friend's crotch.
My best friend’s hard crotch.

"Uh…."


I was suddenly nervous just looking at him, but also didn't want to be staring at his erection, so I looked at the bed sheet near his thigh only to see his fingers gripping it in a fist. His other hand suddenly caught my wrist, which was connected to the hand and fingers currently holding his zipper. I looked up at him, surprised, and found his flushed face and powerful gaze on me.

Absently, as if I lost control of my body I felt him lower my hand so that it cupped his hard on. A raw shiver ran down my spine as he hissed and arched up into my palm. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. My surprise had taken over my entire body, so I couldn't move from my place and remained frozen on the edge of his bed. I watched fascinated as his head pushed back against the pillow, his neck stretching and drowning in moonlight. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he moved my hand up and down his groin.

"Sasuke…" I croaked and lapped at my dry lips. "Wha…What are you doing?"

"Naruto…" He was panting and I never suspected it would turn out to be the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

"Please…"

Please what? I thought. I had no fucking clue what he meant by that!

I couldn't pull my hand back, but at least I've regained the ability of speech. So I used it.

"Listen Sasuke, you had a little too much to drink. Why don't you just get some rest, okay?" I was embarrassed to admit my voice was quaking, and the sounds Sasuke were making were stirring parts of my body I'd rather have not stir.

It felt so surreal right at that moment. My best friend was sloshed enough that he had my hand stroking his obviously stiff dick, and here I was, so turned on that I wasn't doing anything to stop it. I'd never thought about guys, never even really looked at them, much less felt any sort of attraction to them. But even I couldn't deny what was happening now, although I'm usually pretty damn good at denial.

The thought of drinks made me pause and suddenly gained me strength to pull my hand back.

"Sasuke. You don't know what you're doing. You're drunk, man. C'mon it's me here, not some chick!"

He sat up shakily and I realized our faces where suddenly too close to each other. He's hand came around and held the back of my head, surprising me by its speed.

He stared at me and I helplessly watched as his face drew closer.

"Shut up, Uzumaki. You always talked too much." He murmured. It sounded like a purr.

My eyes grew large and then larger when he swooped down and pressed his lips to mine. Shocked, I jumped and made a move to get off when I felt his other hand gripping my arm tightly. He took advantage of my open mouth and thrust his tongue inside; completely blowing my mind into sputtering pieces. I felt him press more insistently asking for a reaction, groaning into my lips and lapping at the inside of my cheeks, caressing my tongue and sucking my spit.

I shivered at his kiss, if it can be called that. Without consent, my tongue reacted to his caress, slid against his agile one. I knew it was wrong, that he was drunk and it was the alcohol making him act this way. We would probably both regret this after he sobered up, or when I smartened up. Not to mention that our friendship had suddenly taken an unexpected turn and an uncertain future loomed ahead.

The hand behind my head pressed me closer and for a moment, I stopped thinking and just felt and tasted.

I tasted his mouth. I tasted the alcohol and also some sort of unexpected sweetness that perhaps just belonged to him. I tasted our spit mixing and just felt the warmth between our locked mouths. Our tongues moved together surprisingly well - in a frighteningly easy manner, like we'd done this a million times.

He drew away to let us breathe and I surprised myself when I unconsciously followed his retreating lips. He didn't move away too far, just far enough to draw breath.

We stared at each other, breathing heavily and trembling a little.

An apology was at the tip of my tongue, along with another attempt at stopping this and telling Sasuke he was going to be very angry when he got his control back. But I didn't say anything. I just let him stare into my eyes as he nipped at my lips a couple of times and pulled me into another deep kiss. I let him and pushed everything aside to the back of my mind where all my other worries about life hung around and played pool. I acted on the moment, seizing it and kissed him just as deeply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Someone moaned into the kiss, I think it was me. Or maybe it was him. Or maybe it was both of us... but it didn't matter. I was pushing him down on the mattress, or was it him pulling me? He laid me down on top of him; my chest meeting his and I instantly compared it to a woman's body. Their bodies were soft and curved, I thought as my hand roamed my friend's firm abdomen. It was so different, but somehow equally arousing. The minute I thought that, I felt his erection digging into my stomach; my own dug into his thigh.

"Holy fuck."

I released my lips from the kiss and braced my weight on my elbows shakily. I looked down at him and he quietly stared back. I was getting far too carried away with this. The guilt that I may be taking advantage of him even though I wasn't the one who initiated this, was itching at the back of my consciousness. It demanded to be dealt with immediately and would not stand to be ignored a moment longer. I wholeheartedly agreed. No, not wholeheartedly - my libido just screamed in turmoil. But I addressed the issue nonetheless.

"Sasuke listen, I know you have some control left. You're always in control. I need you to focus and gather all of that control right now. I need you to ignore the alcohol for a moment okay?"

I tried to communicate the importance of this discussion to him, looking at him seriously. I ignored the hardness pressing against me, ignored the throbbing of my dick.

I saw his eyes clear up, focus a little.

"Tell me this isn't a mistake. I know we've gone through enough shit to not let this affect us much, but I want to know that you want this. I'm not a girl and I'm not some guy. I'm your best friend. Am I the one you want to be with? I don't want to have to have a fight you when you come to your senses."

He looked at me with such piercing attention that for a moment I doubted if he was even drunk at all.

"The question is, Naruto, do you want this?" His voice was rich and smooth.

It took me by surprise, like most things tonight. I realized I was lying on top of my best friend on his bed, both rock hard, pressed together, and ready to proceed with whatever he had in mind. I didn't care one bit that he was a guy, least of all my best friend. I trusted him. It was as simple as that.

When had it come to this point? I had no idea, but I don't think it mattered at the moment.

"Yeah. I want this."

"Then this isn't a mistake. This is exactly what I want. You are exactly who I want, Naruto." He whispered to me and I don't want to sound so fucking sappy, but it felt right, to be in his arms, to have kissed him so intimately and felt like we've done it all our lives, to not shudder at the thought that I wanted all of him.

"Okay." I whispered into the dark room.

I kissed him and there were no more words, no more thinking or worrying. I just allowed my body to lead me, to give me what I wanted.

Our kisses grew heated and wet; teeth clashing, mouths sucking on tongues and slippery saliva on our chins. God, I wanted him so damn much it was unbelievable. I barely recognized it came from me. It was like a raging hunger neglected for so long, and only being acknowledged right now. It grinned in giddy vindication.

I snuck my hand down to his zipper and finished what I had been so reluctant to start a couple of minutes before. It was too easy to slide my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He grunted against my lips and I began to stroke him like I would stroke myself. Touching him how I touch myself. His hard flesh felt good in my hand.

I rubbed against his thigh, hungry for friction, for relief.

His fingers moved under my sweater, under my shirt and running up my heated skin. I shivered as his fingers brushed my nipples, surprisingly sensitive for a guy. We released each other's lips once more and ripped what clothing we had off of each other. I thought it might have felt strange to strip each other and crush our bodies together once we were rid of the clothes but it didn't. It just felt so fucking hot. My cock dripped, swollen as it slid against his naked flesh. I felt his slick cock against mine and I suddenly wanted to taste him. I kissed down his chest, lapping as I would do a girl, even though there was nothing feminine about him. No, his tasted like sweat and smelled of musk, and he was definitely male when his rigid cock stood before my eyes. He was watching me, panting with excitement.

I took his dick into my hand, pumping slowly, getting the feel of another's cock in my fist. I smeared the dripping liquid around the tip and my tongue wanted to taste it. I pushed my thumb into my mouth and looked at him. He bit his bottom lip and I heard his breath hitch. I'd never tasted myself - the thought had never crossed my mind. It was salty and bitter, masculine. I wanted more. I moved closer to his cock and swiped my tongue over it, swirling over the head. His breath hitched a bit more. I thought I liked his reactions.

I slowly took his cock into my mouth, soaking it with my saliva to make it easier. I sucked up and down while my hand pumped the base, forming a rhythm. The whole while my eyes remained on him as his head tilted back, face screwing up into something that might have been funny, but wasn't in this situation. His fingers gripped at the sheet while his parted legs spread and stretched at intervals as the pleasure rode his body. His chest and stomach flared when he breathe deeply and quickly. It was an amazing sight and the sound he made went straight to my cock.

I sucked, pumped, tongue lapping, and I massaged his balls until I felt his body stiffen and quickly let his cock slip out of my mouth. I had wanted to taste him, feel him explode in my mouth and burn my throat but I had a sudden urge to know how it felt like to be filled; to feel him inside me.

He gasped at the sudden loss of my mouth and at his unfulfilled orgasm. He looked angered but I didn't blame him. There was nothing more annoying than half a blow job. After a couple of seconds of engulfing air, he looked at me questioningly.

I crawled up his body and answered him with a kiss. I rubbed my ass against his swollen cock and I felt him understand. He was nervous I think. I found that I was a little nervous too, but it was what I wanted. It was what we both wanted, and we always had our way.

He sat up and reached for the drawer beside his bed, I got off of him so he could move more easily. As he looked for the lube I rove my eyes over his body, appreciating it at a different angle. I had always admired his body before, but now I admired it for new reasons. His long legs and powerful thighs called to me. I suddenly wanted to feel their strength pounding me into the mattress. His arms and back were slicked with sweat, as were mine. I moved behind him and ran my tongue up his spine, tasting his sweat. He gasped and sat still as I let my tongue wander over his shoulders and neck. I lapped up his jaw and pulled him against me to lick his cheek. He turned his head to capture my lips as my erection pressed against his back.

He turned to push me down on the mattress, never letting go of my lips and tongue. He said something to me, but it was lost in our clash of lips.

We separated and he moved down to spread my legs and I offered it to him without hesitation. He squeezed out some lube and warmed it in his fingers before touching my entrance, circling around and then inserting a wet finger into the tight ring of muscles. I hissed as it entered me. He moved in and out slowly getting me used to the feeling.

I gripped the sheets he'd been holding onto earlier as he went further in, pushing an entire finger inside. I felt his hand on my thigh slide down to my cock and I arched off the bed when he began pumping me. It was the first time he touched me, and I couldn't believe I was ready to come. I breathed slowly, getting used to the intrusion and concentrated on the pleasure of him stroking my dick. Another finger joined the first just as his mouth surrounded my shaft. I think I cried out at the sudden warmth and pull as he sucked me off. He separated his fingers inside me, stretching me. His lips distracted me enough to relax and allowed him to push his fingers in and out of my ass. He bent them and brushed something inside me that made me cry out.

"Fuck!"

I felt his smile on my cock and his soft laughter sent vibrations all over me. I was panting like mad and knew I was ready for him to ram me into the mattress and I told him so.

He released my erection and positioned himself above me, lifting my leg and spreading me. His breathing was irregular as he lubed his cock. We knew we couldn't last long, but that didn't matter.

He positioned his cock in front of my hole and pushed the head in slowly. It was thicker than his fingers, and I had to clutch at the sheets and endure. He gave a few shallow thrusts with just the head of his cock inside me, then gradually inserted his whole dick in until I felt his balls brushing my ass. He was fully inside me and it felt amazing. I didn't want to think this was how the girls I'd fucked had felt; I wanted to think this was different. This was Sasuke.

I adjusted to his hard cock and soon grew impatient. He didn't move until he knew I was ready. At my nod he began to thrust in and out; at first slowly but when I began to meet his thrusts, he grew bolder, faster. He gripped my hips and used those powerful thighs to ram inside me and I met his every thrust with equal power. It was heady. He brushed up on my prostate once in awhile and I grunted in pleasure.

He was grunting and moaning at every thrust and cried out when I squeezed him inside me. My legs wound around his hips and pressed us closer.

I think he was chanting my name under his grunts while I was yelling for him to fuck me harder.

I came first, shooting my load onto our stomachs as I shuddered and convulsed in ecstasy, I think I shouted his name. I wasn't sure. The pounding of my blood in my ears was too loud. He continued to thrust in me hard and fast and no longer in the rhythm we had. He thrust with abandon, gripping my hips, and I knew he would leave bruises. He rammed hard into me one last time, explode inside me like I'd wanted him to. I felt his hot cum inside me and down my ass and thighs as he kept thrusting in until he shuddered and grunted his pleasure and collapsed onto my heaving chest.

We breathed deeply, starved for air. He pulled out, and I pushed him off me, as gently as I could.

I stared at the ceiling while feeling his gaze directed at me with those dark eyes.

I had just been fucked by my best friend and I don't think I could go back to anything else. My heart was beating erratically, not like when he had my cock in his mouth or when he first kissed me. No, this was different.

I finally met his piercing gaze and I told him what I just thought, because that's how easy it was to talk to him. It was so easy to tell him I wanted that again and nothing in our friendship had changed, it just grew and evolved and he was perfectly fine with it, because I knew it was exactly how he felt too.

The alcohol was probably not as strong as it was before; he had mellowed a bit, just staring at me. A wandering pale hand pushed back my sweaty blond bangs and I knew what we had done wasn't just fucking.


I grabbed my shirt and wiped the mess off our bodies as much as I could. It was probably a shirt of his that I borrowed anyways. He pulled the blanket over us and we moved closer to each other. I threw an arm and leg over him, just because I felt like it. I wasn't usually into snuggling, but this was my best friend and when it came to him, anything could happen. He slipped an arm under me and held me. I knew his arm would be asleep in ten minutes but I didn't think he would have minded. I knew I'll take over the bed once we fall asleep, but that always happened. Nothing was new, except that I knew I'll want a repeat performance once I woke up, or even during the night if I fancied.

That and I can finally kiss him when my heart skipped a beat twice every time he looked at me a certain way, or when I noticed a brush of his hand when we stood close together.

I kissed his shoulder as we began to drift to sleep.

And I can tell him, I think we were each other's dreams come true and he would probably laugh at me, kiss me or punch me, but that's okay, because I knew he felt the same way.


End