Trouble in Paradise

A/N: Oh…my…GOD! I’m actually doing three stories at once! Well, two actually since I wont be updating “Our most featured Naruto for a while. Because…um…all will be explained below.

To all my readers of “Our most featured Naruto”: I’m sorry guys but I just won’t be able to add anything to this for a while. The thing is, the current chapter and the last were supposed to be one, but then as I was editing it there was a blackout, which is fairly common where I live. And what do you know, not only did the file NOT recover, but it was erased completely! And so I had to rewrite the last chapter which is why it turned out so…bleh…ugh…nasty! But anyway, yeah, I just can’t pull out the motivation to continue if I have to rewrite it. I’m sorry folks, maybe someday. Hopefully you’ll like this fic much better! Since it’s actually serious..

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Trouble in Paradise
by:
terranigma11

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Chapter One: Fatal Attraction

“-and then he just kicked me out!” Naruto bellowed from the open doorway, panting from having run all the way to the presidential suite which was on other side of the ship.

“W-wha?” Jiraiya groaned as he rubbed furiously at his still closed lids, trying to sit up. The woman next to him gripped the pillow firmly, banging her face on it continuously as she waited to be concussed.

The blond was oblivious to ever disturbing the weary couple. He rolled his eyes and fumbled for the light switch on the wall. The man on the bed winced when bright orange light flooded their suite. “Weren’t you listening to me? I said the jerk I was supposed to assist kicked me out!” He waved his arms childishly in irritation.

Jiraiya was blinking rapidly, eyes watering as they adjusted to its new environment. He rasped them with a fist when the pouting boy in his room refused to evaporate. He even did so much as pinch his arm, but alas, it was no dream. “Naruto, do you fucking realize what time it is?” He pulled the comforter higher above his waist as he glared tiredly at the blond.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I think it’s…five-thirty at night back home.” He muttered while checking his watch.

The white haired man grit his teeth. That wasn’t the point dammit! “Naruto. My boy. If you haven’t noticed, outside this ship, the moon is up and the sun is down. And if there aren’t any clouds, the stars are also sparkling. Without a beacon like the sun, it is very dark. Which means that people commonly take advantage of the great star’s absence, whether it be in a couch, or a BED. Is this all sinking in Naruto?” He drawled out, trying to make his words easily digestible by toddlers. He was agitated, he was bothered, and his wife was going to bitch him all day if she didn’t get enough sleep.

Naruto gave it a bit of thought before unmindfully shrugging it off. He shocked them both when the boy jumped into the bed, making them bounce in reaction.

“Naruto! What the hell?!” Jiraiya screamed as he pulled the blanket higher to cover his naked torso. “You better watch where you move that knee of yours!”

The blond had just then realized that Jiraiya was completely naked. He couldn’t tell if Tsunade was as she hid her head in her pillow, muttering inaudible prayers. “Oops! I’m sorry!” Naruto jumped backwards and off the bed, away from Jiraiya’s lap. Naruto sniggered nervously, massaging the back of his head. “Hehe…sorry ero-sennin. I’m just not sleepy right now.”

Jiraiya sighed, kneading the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t getting any sleep, and he seriously needed it if he wanted his legs to function correctly the next day. Tsunade was quite an animal for her age. “Never mind brat. Might as well humor you now that we’re awake.” He mused that two were better than one so he attempted to nudge his fuming wife.

“If you do so much as touch me, I’ll wring you both and throw you overboard. And I won’t make it look like an accident.”

The white-haired man retracted his hand as if it had been scalded. Even muffled by the cushion, Tsunade’s words stung like arrows. Maybe he could handle it by himself. He was whipped, he could admit that, his wife was just was just more headstrong than him.

Jiraiya sighed defeatedly and leaned back on the headboard, making himself comfortable at least. He crossed his arms and stared at the shuffling boy intensely. “I assume you’re here for a reason. And it better be a good reason or I’m tying you to the pole at the front of the ship.”

Naruto swallowed sheepishly. He was starting to regret having come to them. He just assumed they would be awake, since Gaara was. Neither of them had been able to adjust to the shift in time zones yet. It made it even harder to sleep when he had just begun digesting nearly five cups of Columbian caffeine. When Naruto found something nice and interesting, no doubt he would be temporarily obsessed by it. And the cruise ship’s various imported cuisines were no exception. “Well I…I just thought I could talk to you about something. Since you are the producer and all and I guess you have a lot of power around here so I came to ask you for help and…”

He noticed Naruto jittering as he stood. He thought he must have had an overdose of something. The blond was getting more hurried with every word he spoke, and Jiraiya still didn’t understand what the hell he was saying. “Whoa, whoa! Hold up there brat! You’re gonna have to slow down if this meeting is going to be meaningful!”

The blond ceased his longwinded tirade and mentally berated himself. He pulled up a chair from a nearby coffee table and sat down, facing the man on the bed. He breathed steadily, trying to ignore the rush of his bloodstream or the constant shake of his hands. Naruto’s motto was live and learn, and he sure had learned one hell of a lesson. If he was gonna drink five mugs of coffee, they would each be of different brand, so it would be five different highs all together. Which he figured was less damaging that one BIG high. Naruto inwardly hugged himself for his logic, taking pride in his superior learning skills.

He shifted on his seat, which for some reason it felt extremely uncomfortable. He just wanted to move dammit! “Okay I’m just gonna cut to the chase since you’re obviously still sleepy and Tsunade-baachan might die if she keeps smothering herself like that.” He took a deep and exaggerated breath. “The guy you said I was gonna be working for kicked me out!”

The air in the room seemed to have gone stale when Naruto said that. Jiraiya wondered if he had heard right while Tsunade went limp, maybe she HAD smothered herself. “I’m sorry but. Did you just say he kicked you out?” And he was hoping it wasn’t gonna be something trivial.

Naruto just bobbed his head frantically in affirmative, caffeine driven madness clearly evident in his blue eyes. “I mean I just went to meet my boss and all since that’s the right thing to do! Gaara didn’t go since he’s a lazy asshole and he doesn’t even want to be here but he’s here and I don’t know why! And then I went to the guy’s room and I knocked for like five minutes and he came out all mad and stuff and I don’t know why!”

“With that first impression, I wonder why.” Tsunade grumbled behind her pillow, proving she truly was alive and breathing.

“And then I was saying stuff to him but I forgot what they were but I know I said a lot of stuff and he was just sneering and muttering stuff and there was a vain pulsing on his forehead though it wasn’t easy to see cause he has a lot of bangs and stuff and then he dragged me in and kicked me out! Literally!” He was panting again, he had the stamina of a hyena but even they had their limits. He was bouncing on his chair, ready to glomp someone.

Jiraiya was then wishing that HE had something to drink, something cold and on the rocks. He was thinking of leaving the bed to get some sake, but he knew that Tsunade would probably need it more than him. “Did you say literally?” He asked, though not really paying attention to what he was saying.

“Yeah! Literally! There’s still a bruise if you want to see!”

“No Naruto! Dammit don’t do that!” Jiraiya instantly came awake when Naruto stood up to pull his pants down to show him his bruise. Why boys were so interested in body marks he could not recall.

Naruto huffed and pulled the waistband back up from just below his tan hips. He slouched back into his chair, groaning at the headache that had started to form.

Dizziness was beginning to set in for Jiraiya. He had just gone through a night of wonderful sex with his wife and looking forward to a day of checking out the actresses bathing in the on-ship pool without said wife’s notice. Though it was strictly research, most people didn’t seem to understand that. And now he had awoken prematurely to a pointless visit with a pointless conversation and since he wasn’t getting any younger, his back was acting up again. Though the chiropractor had warned him to stop putting stress on his spine, it was absolutely necessary to slump for hours looking through peepholes in bathhouses. It was just for the sake of his craft.

And now Naruto actually had the audacity to fall asleep first!

“Brat! What the hell is wrong with you?! Since I’m not going to sleep, you’ve got another thing coming!” Tsunade groaned beside him, banging her fist on the bed sheet as sobs threatened to escape her. She had actually managed to smother herself to sleep, all that work down the cake hole.

Startled, Naruto leaped from his chair, landing on all fours. He noticed Jiraiya furious with unseeing eyes, drool still clinging to his chin. “Wuh?”

Jiraiya vibrated under the comforter, staring disbelievingly at the stupid blond who had managed to get himself straight. He figured that Naruto was there strictly to spite him. He just knew that forcing the blond to participate in his research would bite him in the ass someday. Though he was sure that Naruto enjoyed it in the end.

Naruto looked around the room as if he was there for the first time. He wiped the drool from his face. His mind was still a bit foggy and he was starting to fall from his high. Coffee was a hell of a drug. Realization dawned on him as he finally remembered why he was there in the first place.

The blond had peaked the old porn writer’s patience. He restrained himself from kicking the boy with his own foot, but since it was family, he decided to give one last shot. “Naruto, I’m only gonna ask this once. What EXACTLY are you doing here?” He asked as calmly as he could without tearing the bed sheet.

The question seemed to have surprised the blond, as if he had been asking himself the same thing. He remembered instantly when he slowly backed up to the coffee table, sending a small jolt to his brain. The bruise was still fresh. “Oh right! Um…I’m really sorry for bothering you ero-sennin but I guess I just wanna ask what I’m supposed to do with my boss. Since it’s obvious he doesn’t like me.” He looked downcast.

Jiraiya rolled his eyes, couldn’t find it in himself to be compassionate, the situation was just getting far too trivial. Naruto was acting like a little kid whose cookie got stolen by his bestfriend. “Haven’t you ever considered that maybe he was sleeping? I’m not sure if this has ever occurred to you in these five minutes but most people don’t like to be woken up.”

“Yeah I know THAT! But he wasn’t sleeping though! Cause I heard him talking to someone in his room so unless he was talking in his sleep then I’m sure he was totally awake!” Naruto insisted with fervor.

Jiraiya sighed, shaking his head. “Fine. If you’re so dissatisfied with your boss and since he already hates you from the get go…”

“I wonder why.” The blond woman grumbled.

“…then I guess we’ll just let you work for another actor. I’m sure Hyuuga Neji would love-”

“No!” Naruto loudly interjected. When he finally realized how loud he was, he blushed. “I mean…no.”

“No?” Jiraiya quietly repeated, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah uh…no. I mean he’s a jerk and all. But I can take it.”

Jiraiya’s glare became even more pronounced, trying to melt the boy inside out. “So what did you expect me to do about it then if you don’t want me to assign you a different employer? You say he’s a jerk even though you are the one bothering him in the middle of the night and out of the blue and you are here now complaining about it, and you don’t accept my suggestion?”

Naruto cringed and backed away slowly from Jiraiya’s evil gaze. Somehow, what he was saying was making a lot of sense. Naruto really didn’t think things through. “I guess…I just thought you could do something about him since…you’re the producer?”

Instead of pulling out some kind of weapon which was what Naruto expected, Jiraiya sighed and looked at him warmly, it scared the boy even more. “Naruto, could you come closer?” Jiraiya offered, bending his finger in a “come here” gesture.

Naruto reluctantly complied, removing his arms from his head when he was sure he was gonna get hit by something. Usually it was Tsunade who was the more fearsome of the two, but currently she seemed to be unconscious. He guessed they switched roles when the sun went down. “Y-yeah?” Naruto stuttered, body bent and head close to Jiraiya’s.

He jumped and rubbed his head in pain when the old man smacked it with an Icha Icha book.

“What the hell was that for?” Naruto demanded, at a safe distance from their bed.

“That’s for being a moron.” He calmly stated, putting the book back on the dresser beside him. “Now I’m gonna give you to the count of three to get out of my sight before I start hurling things at you. One…”

Naruto continued to be stubborn. “But ero-sennin! You still haven’t-”

“Two…”

“But what am I gonna-”

“Three.”

Naruto nearly tripped on his feet as he dashed out of the suite, a lampshade colliding with the wall where his head used to be.

Jiraiya breathed in relief and sunk back down under the covers. He didn’t close the door or turn off the light, he was just too tired. He moved himself closer to share the warmth with his wife, who was still flat on her face.

“If you don’t lock that door, you’re going to need your books if you’re planning on having sex again.”

That got him propelled like a rocket right to the door, doing as his wife had KINDLY suggested.

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Naruto was grumbling under his breath as he trudged down the crème colored hallway. If Jiraiya wasn’t going to help him, then he was just going to have to smack some sense into the Uchiha himself. Still buzzed on caffeine, he sped to the other side of the ship, where the suite’s for the actors were. The ship was enormous, and was just half the size of the titanic. It had everything from a massive dining hall to a bowling alley. Naruto had only been on the ship for two days, and he had yet to take advantage of everything it had to offer. One of the reasons why he had agreed to the job was to live in temporary luxury, though he assumed he would be working the whole time. But still, the chance to live in a billion dollar yacht and then stay at a deserted island in the middle of the Caribbean for a few months, who could pass that up? Though that was just one of the reasons, and it wasn’t the most important one either. It had something to do with Uchiha Sasuke.

He couldn’t help but notice that there were hardly any workers on the ship. He would only see one and another creeping in the shadows, setting tables in the dining halls, and mopping and maintaining the deck and the ship in general. But that was it. He even dared to ask once why such a huge ship when the movie only had a cast and crew of nearly twenty people. The only answer he had received was that the sponsors were generous people. Jiraiya and Tsunade had plenty of friends in high places.

Naruto hadn’t met a soul on his way to the actor’s quarters. He was starting to believe that maybe people WERE sleeping. But with coffee so good, he couldn’t imagine why.

He steeled himself in front of the Uchiha’s door. His room had to be at the very end of the hallway with the fire or flood escape. He donned an angry face and rapped on the door, purposefully forgetting that celebrities didn’t like that. “Open up Uchiha! I’m not leaving until you at least look at me! I don’t care if you’re the world’s greatest actor; I’m just here to do my job okay!” He truthfully wasn’t intimidated by people of higher social stature than him. He was around Jiraiya and Tsunade all the time, and they were normal enough.

He was surprise when he could already hear the door unlock, and he had only been standing there for barely a minute! He was facially prepared when the door opened to reveal the pompous, arrogant, stick-up-his-ass, bastar…GIRL?!

That’s right; Naruto’s face flushed completely when a girl opened the door. But that wasn’t the reason. The reason was that she was wearing a pink robe made of silk, which was open to the lacy, pink lingerie underneath. He couldn’t even see her face, for all that was in his vision were her breasts. Very nice, and plump breasts. He didn’t need to work up the motivation to see her face, for he was sure she was beautiful.

Sakura leaned one side on the doorframe, her hand going smoothly up and down the wood as her emerald eyes scanned the gorgeous blond boy before her. He was a bit shorter than her, but she had to admit, he was yummy.

‘Yummy? He’s not just yummy! He’s absolutely sexible!’ Inner Sakura exclaimed within her.

‘Oh shut up you! I was just thinking…and I’m not gonna screw him! I don’t even know this guy!’

‘So? Get to know him baka!’

‘I can’t! He’s Sasuke’s!’

‘He’s not Sasuke’s! Or else you wouldn’t be here now would you?’

‘That’s true. But still! I’m not a whore who does everything she sees!’

‘Or so you say.’

‘Shut up! Why am I listening to you anyway?’

‘Because. I’m you’re guilty conscience. You HAVE to listen to me.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘That’s the spirit!’

She ignored herself to notice that the beautiful blond had finally moved up to her face. He was totally speechless. She smiled; she loved that she could do that to people. She shifted herself to the most seductive pose she could think of. Though truthfully, the blond was way out of her league, she could still make him dream about her at least. “You know, I was wondering who that blond was in the dining room. The oh so cute one who I just can’t forgive. Do you know why?” She purred as she held the boy’s chin in her thumb and finger, looking straight into his eyes.

Naruto tried not to speak; he didn’t want his spittle spraying on the sexy girl’s face. He had noticed her in the dining hall and on the deck, sunbathing, though he never got the chance to take a good look at her. He was pretty sure she was an actress; she just had to be looking like that. Since he couldn’t trust his words, he just shook his head, slowly, not wanting to look away from her.

He shivered involuntarily when her lips came far too close to his ear, he could feel her smooth, pink hair on his face. “Cause he didn’t introduce himself to me.” She licked the shell of his ear.

“My name’s Naruto!” He blurted without warning, stopping her from what she was doing. She smirked and backed away. Naruto stood frazzled before her. Inner Sakura was laughing madly.

“Well my name is Sakura. It’s nice to meet to meet you Naruto.”

He just nodded, still frozen.

Sakura looked back into the room before turning to him again. “You can come inside if you want.” She pointed her thumb over her shoulder, causing the silk to part wider, showing more of her curves. “I’m sure me and Sasuke would love your company.”

Naruto was kicked out of his dream when he put the pieces together. His eyes widened in realization. He had thought that he had knocked on the wrong door, but then as she said that it was clear that it was the Uchiha’s room. He took into account that she was mildly sweating, though it looked damn hot on her. He also considered with hungry eyes that she was only wearing underwear…in a man’s room…sweating…

The blond bolted out of there without even coming up with an excuse. Since he was such a fast learner, he learned a very important lesson indeed. Next time he really needed to see someone, he would just open the door without knocking, and if they were sleeping or doing…stuff, he would just run as fast as he could. Like what he was doing now.

Sakura just curiously watched the boy dash like his pants were on fire till he was at the end of the corridor and up the stairs. She replaced her incredulous face with amusement and went back into the room, laughing softly.

“What’s so funny Sakura?” Sasuke grunted as his hands were behind his head, doing sit ups on the mat on the marble floor.

“Oh nothing. Just enjoying the wonders of the Caribbean.” She mused with a smile, shutting the door behind her.

The sweat-drenched raven ignored her frivolity. “It was that annoying blond…wasn’t it?” He inquired as he mentally counted his sit ups.

Sakura didn’t answer. She shrugged off her robe as she strode in only her bra and panties towards the exercising Uchiha. She knelt beside him, watching his muscles flex and tighten with his exertions. Currently, Sasuke was shirtless with only a pair of sweats. Though the ship had a gym, of course Sasuke would work out where there weren’t any people. An actor shouldn’t be so anti-social, she thought.

“Watching me like that won’t make me yours Haruno.” Sasuke stated smugly, but it was all in jest.

The girl’s face contorted like she swallowed something bitter. “Don’t even joke about that. I hate history, especially ancient history. And besides, where you’ve been, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.”

Sasuke stopped for a second, thinking about it, then continued. “I wish someone HAD a ten foot pole.” It was supposed to be in his head, but he decided to voice it just to rile the pink-haired actress.

Sakura looked disgusted. “Oh God! Keep your gay dreams to yourself! You’re going to give me nightmares and I actually like guys!” She stood up, and headed to some unknown destination.

“Where you going?” As if he cared.

She didn’t bother to answer as she already came back with a towel and a glass of water. “I have a feeling you’ll be needing these as you’ll be done by the next three sit-ups.” She said knowingly as she kneeled back down beside him.

Sasuke paused to pant. “Wanna bet on it?”

“I don’t need to gamble Sasuke, as I know I’ll win.” Her smirk rivaled his own in terms of condescension. They were both fairly high-nosed in worldly standards.

“Okay then.” His next sit-up was reasonably difficult as his body strained under the pressure. He shut his eyes and bit his lip at how painful it was, it had been so much easier when he didn’t have a goal in mind. Sakura did it on purpose!

He grunted and breathed harshly when his nose finally made contact with his bent knees, and collapsed back unto the mat. Sakura’s eyes gleamed in delight. Not just because Sasuke was sweating like a dog. “I don’t think you’re going to make it through one more Sasuke.”

His head moved to face her, now breathing evenly. “Fuck you.” His hands went back behind his head.

Sakura sighed sadly, looking at the ceiling. “I wish, but you’re preferences really get in the way.”

Sasuke grit his teeth on his way back up, cursing his not so perfect body. People always said he was perfection in human form, but only at times like those did he not believe them. He made it though and crashed back down, extremely exhausted. Now the thought that he only had one to go would only make the next one that much more impossible. Damn the human mind!

“If you wait any longer, I’m gonna consider that resting, and you will lose.” She warned, taking a sip of his water.

The raven frowned, that was true. And so he forced himself to give it just one last repetition. His abs felt like rocks and his head was like a bowling ball. No matter how hard he forced his body to comply his face just couldn’t reach his knees. It was impossible, and he collapsed into the blue cushion. “Six-hundred sixty-five…and a half.” He panted out, grabbing the towel from Sakura’s hand and left it on his over-heated face. “How do you do that?” He mumbled under the towel.

“Do what?”

“That. How did you know?”

Sakura narrowed her eyes questioningly before she understood. “Sasuke, Sasuke. Did you think watching you all those years didn’t teach me anything? I know about your body even better than you do!”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, that’s really creepy Haruno.”

Her smile could have dazzled a snake. “Perhaps. But besides, I just guessed.”

Sasuke threw the towel at her still laughing mouth and went for the glass of water. He took it down in one gulp.

“You know, I wouldn’t even have to bother doing that for you if you have a, I don’t know, an assistant?” She said suggestively.

“I told you, I don’t want an assistant.” He stated as he marched to the couch in the living room.

Sakura followed close behind. “But I swear, he’s really hot! You’ll WANT him once you take a good look at him!” She insisted.

Sasuke collapsed on the sofa and flipped the remote in his hand, turning on the plasma TV. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I want to fuck every somewhat good-looking guy that comes along.”

The raven was flipping through channels when Sakura quirked a disbelieving brow beside him.

“I don’t expect you to respond to that.” He said that without even looking at her. He hoped the warning was well received.

Sakura sighed loudly, slinging an arm on the couch behind his head, she moved closer to him. “Don’t you mean that he has to be somewhat good-looking AND with a title?”

He growled when the only programs he could find were in Jamaican. He tried to zone out his busty companion.

She wasn’t deterred by the boy’s silence. “I mean, aren’t you tired of screwing celebrities? Surely you want a different course on your plate. Reputation isn’t everything, no matter what Kakashi says.” She was whispering, playing with black bangs between her fingers.

“Why? Are you? I don’t see you making out with the help Sakura.” He smirked for it was true. Sakura was just as shallow as him.

She hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Hey! That hurts! At least I’m TRYING to change my priorities. You just love your one night stands way too much!”

“Then go fuck Lee if you’re so determined.” Sasuke chuckled at the thought, though at the same time he was repulsed by it.

The girl’s reaction was more entertaining than any Bob Marley marathon. She let go of his hair, gaping at him horrified. Sasuke was actually afraid he had scarred her mentality. Even a brief Lee fantasy was intolerable by most people. “You know, I actually saw him without his leotard.” She said it as soft as possible, not wanting the secret heard by unwanted ears.

For the first time since he plopped on the furniture he looked at her face incredulously, he did not expect that. “Really?”

“Really.” She muttered, repeating his enthusiasm.

Sasuke was greatly intrigued. No one had EVER seen Lee without his jumpsuit. “So…what did you see?” He tried to sound monotonous, though his insides squealed like a gossip hungry girl. The TV continued to play raunchy reggae videos but it was just background music for them.

Sakura shifted to make herself more comfortable. “Yeah, well I caught him changing in the kitchen when I got home-”

“Kitchen?”

Sakura shifted her eyes. “Yeah I know. But the thing is, he only has three pairs of leotards, and he keeps them in the freezer!”

Sasuke turned the TV off with the remote. “In the freezer? Is that why his-”

“Exactly! Their ALWAYS up!” She bounced on her perch excitedly, though she spoke in hushed tones.

“Wow.” The raven looked down in contemplation. “I always thought they were just THAT tight.”

“I don’t why he does it but he does! But do you wanna know what else I found out when he took his tights off?” She positioned herself like an attention hungry puppy by Sasuke’s side.

Sasuke gulped, his mouth getting dry. He was gay after all; he could do a bit of gossip. “What did you find out?” He quietly demanded.

Sakura had gotten so close that just half a centimeter and she could have kissed him. She could the smell sweat drying on Sasuke’s neck. It was too bad she was too caught up with her tale to take advantage of it. “You’re not gonna believe this but when he took it off, mind you he wears no underwear, he has THE biggest -”

“Oh Sakura-chan! How could you shatter my youthful spirit by hiding such a forbidden romance from me?”

Sakura shrieked and fell off the couch, sideways. While Sasuke jumped on the cushion, flattening himself on the wall as his naked chest palpitated with his breaths, clutching his heart. Lee had popped out from behind the television, glaring at him with watery black eyes before he flipped and cart-wheeled to Sakura’s aid.

Her head was spinning maddeningly as her green clad manservant knelt down and shook her by the shoulders. “Oh my dear Sakura-chan! When you had told me you would were going to exercise like the energetic creatures that we are, I had assumed that you would exert your muscles and not your libido! Why couldn’t you have shared your sexual energies with me? Why oh why Sakura-chan?!” He was squeezing the girl so tight that her eyes were popping out. Because of which she couldn’t speak. She stared at Sasuke pleadingly.

Sasuke having calmed, jumped off the sofa and retrieved his towel, slinging it around his shoulders as Lee sobbed hysterically on his choking master. “I’m going for a swim.” He said indifferently, leaving the couple behind as he calmly walked towards the door.

He could still hear Sakura screaming and Lee chasing her around his suite and he strolled down the corridor. He hoped that Sakura would forgive him, though she knew damn well that he just hated conflict. And seeing the girl in hilarious agony and Lee pitifully sobbing in his room stirred too many conflicting emotions. He hoped though that he would still have a room to return to once he finishes his swim.

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Gaara had been reading his Anne Rice novel fifteen minutes after Naruto started pacing in front of him. It had started when the blond lunged into their room, bowling him over when he propelled to the bathroom. He didn’t even wanna know exactly what the younger boy was doing when he started moaning behind the bathroom door. He was a completely different person when he was finished, and has since walked back and forth, deep in thought, though he assumed it was just the five mugs of caffeine that was keeping the boy from relaxing.

Gaara was patient, patient to the point where his entire family could go through an intense and risky operation and he would just be found lazing in the waiting room, reading a magazine. But that was till he met Naruto. The boy did everything unexpectedly and interestingly, he had an attitude that demanded attention, and even Gaara was a victim. He sighed and placed the book and his glasses beside the lampshade. He leaned himself more comfortably against the headboard, light blue eyes following the blond as he moved.

Naruto was muttering randomly as he paced, fist under his chin. He was still buzzed, even after releasing his SEXUAL energies, his frantic mind refused to bog down. He figured that if he thought and moved at the same time, the rest of his body would get tired. Obviously it wasn’t working.

“What the hell are you doing Naruto?”

Naruto braked and stiffly turned in the direction of the cold voice and its speaker. His eyes and lips still twitching. “Oh yeah, well, I was just ah…thinking.” He said that as his body began to move on its own.

“Oh really? Thinking about what?” Gaara crossed his arms tightly on his chest. Though he sounded annoyed, he really wasn’t. The blond never annoyed him anymore.

“I don’t know. Maybe that…JERK!” Naruto blurted out as his pacing became more hurried once again. “Screwing pretty girls like that…what nerve.” He muttered, Gaara wasn’t able to catch it.

“You mean that Uchiha? I told you that he wouldn’t appreciate you bothering him in the middle of the night, high or not. What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking okay! I guess I’m just nervous about meeting him…”

Gaara wanted to question the fluctuation of Naruto’s behavior, but he knew it would serve no purpose. “Nervous?”

“Yeah! Nervous!” His fist came back under his chin and paced the same way before Gaara spoke. “But not anymore cause he’s an ass. Yeah an ass…he wasn’t an ass before…”

The last line had come so softly that Gaara almost missed it. He shifted on his bed, leaning closer to Naruto. “Wait. Did you say BEFORE? As in you’ve met him? You’ve never told me that Naruto.”

The blond froze upon hearing the redhead’s accusation. His eyes widened and his feet shifted nervously. He tried to get out of eye contact from his bestfriend.

An epiphany struck the redhead, and he frowned. “Is that why you’re here Naruto? To meet him?”

Naruto had attempted to flee to the bathroom but Gaara gripped him by the arm, kneeling on the bed. He turned Naruto to face him who squeaked and shook nervously. “D-don’t look s-so mad Gaara. Or else your face might stay like that.

Gaara did not change his expression. “My face always looks like this.”

“Hehe…yeah…” Naruto chuckled awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but Gaara’s head.

“Naruto, I just want you to be honest with me. I came here because I thought you could use some company. Hell I even offered to work for some arrogant idiot just to be here. You told me that the only reason you’re here is because Jiraiya asked you. That’s’ not the only reason…isn’t it?” The glint in the older boy’s eyes would liquefy anything that wasn’t the truth.

The blonde’s head was filled with strange noises that were just dying to overwhelm him. Who knew that Columbian caffeine was the equivalent of truth serum in a mug? Naruto tried to shut every hole in his face to keep himself from just screaming it out. He failed. “Okay fine! I’ll tell you dammit! But only if you let me go, you’re hurting my shoulder dude!”

Gaara tentatively complied and releases his friend. Naruto rubbed his shoulder, looking ashen, while Gaara sat cross-legged on the bed, being patient like he usually was.

Naruto was walking left and right again, but it was more slowly and calmly, and he wasn’t muttering. “The truth is I didn’t really want to come here. Something about helping out to film a porn movie is just so wrong. Jiraiya was urging me and stuff, and he gave me pictures, even letting me choose who I wanted to work for.”

“And then you saw him.” Gaara supplied.

Naruto nodded and continued. “Yeah. I remember meeting him when I was nine. The story is complicated so I don’t have to reveal that right now. But the gist of it is that I agreed to the job without even thinking it over.” He sighed and plopped down on the bed beside Gaara.

The redheaded insomniac peered down at his bestfriend, not really convinced. “So that’s it? You came here so you can meet a long lost friend? Did you expect that he would be an actor?”

“No, I never even thought of him till now. And that’s not the real reason either.”

Gaara’s invisible brows shot to his hairline. “So what IS the real reason then?” He was getting tired of Naruto beating around the bush.

The blond released an insufferable breath and got off the bed. He strode to the coffee table where he tenderly picked up a picture frame. “I’ll show you then.”

Gaara wanted to ask what was going on when the blond stared at the picture for a full two minutes. The redhead knew that it was a picture of Naruto’s family before he could even walk. Needless to say, his parents were gone. He narrowed his eyes confusedly when Naruto began to disassemble the frame with shaky hands; his face was twinged in slight pain. Gaara understood when he unhooked the back of the frame and picked out a small slip of paper. Naruto had hidden something behind the picture of his family, but what?

He didn’t have to wait long to find out as Naruto handed it to him, looking away, hands still shaking. Gaara took it reluctantly. It seemed to be years old, brown at the creases, but the meager amount of text was fairly illegible.

“I was supposed to give that to him all that time ago. But I couldn’t.” Gaara didn’t look up when Naruto started speaking. “Even though that was like ten years ago, now that I know where he is, I think its right that I do.”

“Naruto, what is this?” Gaara asked with worry etched in his eyes, which wasn’t very common. The words in the note made no sense, but only because they weren’t addressed to him. But somehow, the sentence was sinister, and Gaara knew a thing or two about things that were sinister.

The blond just waved it off as if it were nothing, taking the note from Gaara’s open hand and stuffing it back in the frame. “I’ve been trying to figure it out for years, but I was never good at Shakespeare. The guy who gave it to me told me not to show it to anyone else. You’re the first one.”

Gaara didn’t feel all that flattered.

Naruto had assembled the cardboard back under the clips and positioned the frame to stand at the table. “I guess he’ll know what it means. It would have been easier though if he remembered who I was.” He laughed bitterly.

The redhead sighed and laid his head on the pillow, not knowing how to further contribute in the conversation.

The blond was a bit disappointed that Gaara didn’t seem to want to listen anymore, but who really wanted to hear him complain about stuff. He headed for the bathroom and snagged a towel. He was still bursting with energy, though his mood had burst all its own. “I’m going to the pool! Don’t wait up ‘kay?” Naruto didn’t bother to wait for a response and dashed out of the room with a slam.

Gaara was lost in thought. He was already trying to figure out what the words mean, simply because he liked doing things first. The creepy sentence ran through the marathon of his brain, still not making any sense. Though it was expected since he had never met the Uchiha and had nothing to go on:

‘Oh dear Hamlet, when tragedy strikes, can you stop it?’

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Naruto took in the chilly night air in euphoria, he loved the outdoors.

He had run with a towel around his neck right up to the front deck, where the pool was. He took pleasure in gazing at the peaceful moon, thin wisps of clouds covering it partly as they were pushed on by the winds. Naruto could probably count every star if he had the interest or the patience, even though there were thousands. He could never see a sky like that in the city, maybe it wasn’t such a bad choice to work at a porn movie after all if there were things to look forward to. He bypassed the pool in favor of looking out to the dark sea.

He lifted his body halfway over the metal rim, looking right down to the waves as they battered the boat without any effect. He had wished that he could hear seagulls, but he would have to wait for the islands for that, which they were told was only another two days away. He met the winds head on and closed his eyes as they fanned across his face. He contented himself to listening to the waves, and visualizing it as he felt the ship rock as it sailed. He looked across the horizon to see the islands, but it was too dark and they were probably too far.

He was tempted to storm into the captain’s quarters, which he had done just a day before out of childish curiosity and boredom. It wasn’t a bad move since he had made friends with Captain Asuma and his wife Kurenai, who were nice enough to show him how to steer. It was one of the highlights of his still short vacation. He wanted to go and bug the other friends he made on the ship, but he didn’t want a repeat of Jiraiya and Tsunade, or the sexy girl with the pink hair who thought he was cute!

Naruto sighed happily and slowly traveled to the pool farther along the deck, just enjoying the peace and tranquility. Other than the beacon to alert other ships, the pool was the only source of light there, glowing luminescent within the clear water. He dropped his towel and slipped his shirt off on a beach chair. He stretched his muscles for a bit before he climbed the ladder to the diving board. He went for the highest one, as he had never been afraid of high places. His caffeine charged nerves buzzed at the excitement of doing a high dive, he seriously needed to release some tension without having to open his mouth.

He trudged fearlessly to the edge of the board, looking out at the view of the sea before he took the plunge. He was hoping that a whale would swim to the surface and blow his blowhole just for him, but he shook it off as a fantasy. He bent his knees and winded his arms and jumped twice before he set off like an acrobat, spinning gracefully forward in a complete rotation as he splashed into the warm waters. His heart soared at the adrenaline, loving the delicious sensation. He swam to the top, sucking in the fresh hair greedily, blond hair matted in front of his eyes. He moved the bangs away with a hand and swam around the pool’s perimeter. He loved the water, mostly because it had something to do with ramen. One of his many messed up dreams was to make an entire pool of ramen, breaking the world record. It would most likely sate him for the next century if it was possible. But nothing was impossible for Uzumaki Naruto!

He dived to the floor of the pool, just wanting to know what it felt like to be a bottom-feeder. He wished that he had someone to swim with, for he was very prone to loneliness.

The wish was granted when he noticed the distorted image of a man standing at the edge above him. Naruto gasped his bubbles in shock as he raced to the surface to retrieve some air. He nearly choked on the chlorine when he gasped for breath. He turned to the direction of the stranger, and paled at what, or who, he saw. “W-what the hell are you doing here? H-how long were you standing there?”

The shirtless brunette just smirked at the blond, his dark eyes reflecting the pool’s light. “That was a nice dive dobe.” He stated with a hidden tinge of admiration.

Well that answered his question. Naruto’s eyes widened when the dark-haired celebrity actually spoke. He treaded water, refusing to move from his spot.

Sasuke could sense how uncomfortable the boy was getting as he just stared at him, he was used to that however. He was grateful though that he was no fangirl. He had agreed to take lead in the film just for that purpose, to get away form the glomping of civilization. Nevertheless, he held out a hand to the blond. “Wanna get out?”

Naruto looked at it for a brief second before he swam to him. Though it seemed it like he was going to take it, he swam to the pool ladder and got out himself. “Thanks anyway.”

Sasuke still had his hand in the air when the blond dumped himself on a beach chair. Sasuke was still smirking however. Sakura had been right, the boy was gorgeous, and he was going to be his assistant. He had no idea what he was thinking not wanting one, after seeing what he had been offered. After all, he would order the blond to do a lot more things than just getting his coffee.

He sat himself on a chair beside the blond, looking at him. He seemed to be trying to calm his beating heart, fingers nervously scratching the armrests. It was evident that he was using all his willpower to not return the other boy’s gaze. He was as timid as a kitten, and he found it somewhat cute.

Sasuke sighed and decided to break the ice with a sort-of apology. “I recall that we both got off on the wrong foot.” This startled the blond who stared at him incredulously. “Does it still hurt, where I kicked you?”

Naruto contemplated the sudden question, mind straining at the effort. “Oh right! Well, not really. It’s okay though, since it’s my fault. I’m the one who jumped you so I should be sorry. I guess it was because I just wanted to meet you…” He prayed to the lord of night that the darkness hid the blush on his cheeks.

The Uchiha frowned, somewhat disappointed. ‘Hm. Just another fan eh? How drole. Oh well, at least it will make the sex come a whole lot faster.’ He thought with a Cheshire grin. He watched with fascination as the boy’s chest moved with every breath, and what a glorious chest it was. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name. The producer didn’t tell me he was getting me an assistant.”

Naruto was startled once again, the gaps in their conversation were just so large he thought it was finished. He perked up a bit when Sasuke asked him for his name. “I’m Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto. Number one most surprising person. And don’t bother introducing yourself; I already know who you are.”

‘I’m sure you do.’ Sasuke couldn’t hold it anymore as he just stood without preamble.

Naruto thought he was departing. “You’re leaving already?” He sounded crestfallen, he wanted to talk to the mysterious brunette, even though he was gonna be working twenty-four seven for him in the next couple of months.

All were shoved out of his ears as Sasuke moved in front of him. He was about to ask the obvious before the Uchiha straddled him his on his seat. Naruto was rendered immobile, not because of the hands holding his arms down, but the shear fact that he was being pinned seductively by his own boss who had an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

Sasuke peered down straight into blue depths. It wasn’t so much of a turn on when he was completely terrified. He expected a look of surprise and then joy when they realized that their idol Uchiha Sasuke wanted to molest them, like they always did. But for Naruto it seemed like he didn’t want it, that he was shocked and scared. He figured it was all an act somehow, he knew what the boy came for, and he would gladly oblige, though he would never wanna see him again after that but that is inevitable. Naruto almost looked like a virgin. He laughed within himself, that was just rich. There were better actors than him after all.

Naruto couldn’t figure out what to do. He swore his heart had stopped beating when the raven had rubbed his obviously hard manhood on his groin. He was already getting molested and it wasn’t even the first day yet! His thoughts were a whirlwind and he knew he should shove the boy off and punch him in the face for even daring to touch him, but the glow in his eyes had a sort of power that kept him glued to his chair. All bets were off when the taller of the two leaned his body completely unto his. He could feel hard nipples grating on his chest and believed that his must have had a similar reaction. He shivered when he raven whispered to his ear. “I know this is what you came for Uzumaki, so just come and get it.”

The blond stiffened, how could the Uchiha think that of a complete stranger? What did he do to make him think that he was some kind of whore?! Sasuke was the whore! His response only came out as a moan when the brunette clamped unto his ear, sucking on it mercilessly. It was official, Naruto had lost all humanity and transformed into some animal in heat, but who could blame him, Sasuke really knew what to do with that tongue.

Sasuke let go of the blonde’s ear and stared into the boy’s eyes again. Though they were glazed in pleasure and he was panting slightly, he didn’t seem hungry at all. Sasuke wanted to see the look he always got when he seduced men of every sort. The way they would cling to him and rub themselves on him as if they knew what they were doing. He wanted to believe that Naruto was just one of those men that would be satisfied being discarded like a condom when the sun set, as long as they got fucked by a celebrity. He wanted to believe it was just gonna be another night of meaningless sex. So he attacked the blonde’s lips brutally, thrusting his tongue into the boy’s open mouth.

That got a reaction out of him as Naruto finally realized what was happening and tried to push the Uchiha off him, but it was no use. He gave up the up struggle all together with a muffled moan as Sasuke started to rock his hips, chafing the cloth of their trunks together to create delicious friction.

Sasuke concentrated making sweet work of Naruto’s mouth, wanting so badly to run his hands over the blonde’s well toned chest, but he held himself lest he might escape. He smirked; never had he thought anyone would want to escape. He didn’t think it was possible. He kissed more fiercely when he could feel a hardness outside of his pants, Naruto was finally getting with the program. He nipped, he sucked and wiggled his tongue everywhere it wanted go, relishing in the unfamiliar taste of ramen. He rocked his hips even harder, wanting so bad to cum.

Naruto was completely pliant like jelly. His libido had completely taken over his consciousness, deciding for him that he liked what was happening. He thrust his own hips to meet the Uchiha’s, his cock rock solid and twitching madly.

Sasuke felt like it had become a competition. Naruto was starting kiss him back, sucking on his tongue as they moaned in unison. He was completely mimicking his actions, satisfied that he had cracked the shy disguise.

The otherwise silent night was filled with the sounds of chafing fabric and smacking lips, and the occasional moan in between along with the ocean’s waves. Sasuke had become just as wet as Naruto, but it was not from pool water.

It only took a few more thrusts for them to cum right at the same time, groaning their release. Sasuke collapsed on the blond, letting go of his arms. Naruto made no move to push him off, as he was still dazed by pleasure. Sasuke panted on the blonde’s chest, never had he felt so good in a long time. Though he wondered to himself why he didn’t just go and do the real thing like he intended. He wasn’t really worried, he was sure Naruto would just come begging for more, like they always do.

Sasuke climbed off of Naruto, and regarded him briefly before he left. “Make sure you come to my room tomorrow. I have things for you to do.” And with that he returned to within the ship, ignoring the wetness in his shorts.

Naruto was lost for all it was worth. He hated himself for allowing Sasuke to do it, thought he started to hate the Uchiha more for actually doing it. Though he couldn’t figure out what had just happened exactly.

“What the hell was that about?”

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