Playlist

A/N: i don't remember where i got the idea, but i'm glad i wrote it.

most of the songs can be found on my Ultimate Rock Out Mixes, but two of them were contributed by friends. can you guess which ones? ^__^

Warning: there is a slight mention of abortion in this fic. if this is a touchy subject with you, i would advise not reading, because i don't want to be bitched at for it.


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Playlist
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Hey,
J-j-jaded.
You got your momma’s style, but you’re yesterday’s child to me.
So jaded.
You think that’s where it’s at, but is that where it’s s’posed to be?
You’re gettin’ it all over me.
X – rated.

My, my baby blue,
Yeah, I been thinkin’ ‘bout you.
My, my baby blue,
Yeah, you’re so jaded,
And I'm the one that jaded you.

Hey,
J-j-jaded.
In all its misery
It will always be what I love and hated,
And maybe take a ride to the other side we’re thinkin’ of.
We’ll slip into the velvet glove
And be jaded.

My, my baby blue,
Yeah, I'm thinkin’ ‘bout you.
My, my baby blue,
Yeah, I'm so jaded,
And, baby, I'm afraid of you.

Your thinkin’’s so complicated.
I've had it all up to here,
But it’s so overrated,
Love and hate it,
Wouldn't trade it,
Love me jaded.

Hey,
J-j-jaded.
There ain’t no baby please
When I'm shootin’ the breeze with her,
When everything you see is a blur,
And ecstasy’s what you prefer.

My, my baby blue,
Yeah, I'm talkin’ ‘bout you.
My, my baby blue,
Yeah, I've been thinkin’ ‘bout you.
My, my baby blue,
Yeah, you’re so jaded.
Jaded
You’re so jaded.
’Cause I'm the one that jaded you.

The track ended on Sasuke’s iPod just as the bell rang for him to return to class. Sighing, the raven-haired teen rose from his place on the roof and moved to the door, removing the phones from his ears and slipping back into the dark stairwell.

The roof at lunch was the only time he could be by himself and do what he wanted. There was no other moment like it, besides him being unconscious at night; and even that didn’t happen very often.

But everyday was the same thing, the same noise. It started with his alarm clock, followed by his mother’s cultured voice announcing breakfast. Then it was the rumble of the bus as it stopped and started its way along the long route to school. The hustle and bustle of the schoolyard, the annoying cries of his fangirls, the bell ringing, the lectures, and then that moment of peace.

Lunchtime and the roof were his quiet, when he could do anything he wanted, whether it be reading or listening to his iPod, or simply watching the sky and the clouds floating by.

And then it continued, with more lectures, bell ringing, fangirls, mother, to start all over again the next morning with his alarm. He was far past being annoyed and simply rolled with it, taking every chance he could get to be alone.

The only times the routine changed were the weekends he spent with his father, where schoolyard, lectures, and fangirls were replaced by icy glares, heated words, and indifferent silence that was so tense it afforded Sasuke no reprieve.

But other than that, this was the soundtrack of his life.

~*~

“Sasuke, would you like something to eat before you go to your father’s?”

Sasuke glanced over at his mother, taking in her wearied appearance. Even in this modern time, she was having a tough time without a man around to help her out. He watched as she took her jacket off and hung it on a peg on the wall in the kitchen. She looked at him expectantly, and he looked away.

“No,” he answered coldly.

She was silent a moment, then, “I’m sure you’re happy that Itachi is visiting your father right now.”

Was he happy? Did he care where Itachi was at any given time? Not so much, not when he felt betrayed that his brother had chosen to go with their father instead of staying with Sasuke. He’d long outgrown that childish adoration of his older brother.

“Hn,” was his answer, though what his mother got from it was up to her.

“God, Sasuke! Can’t you be a little social with your mother? Even respectful? Sometimes I wonder why I decided to take you after the divorce!”

Sasuke didn’t let it show how much that hurt, but he did let more ice creep into his reply. “And sometimes I wonder why you didn’t kill me with a hanger when you found out you were pregnant.”

His mother gasped, her hand shaking as it covered her mouth. Sasuke sneered at her shameful swing of emotions and turned away from her. What did he care if she was scandalized? He knew he’d been an unwanted child. What he didn’t know was why they kept him to live in such an irritating world, living a humdrum and frustrating existence.

“I’m leaving,” he said as he hooked his headphones around his ears, powering up his iPod once more. He ignored her as he stalked past, his anger trying to jump out of him and onto her. But he kept his cold façade in place as he headed for the corner.

Sasuke boarded the bus that would take him to his father’s condo. He didn’t know why the old man bothered taking him in. It must still piss him off that he had to pay child support to his ex-wife. Plus, Itachi was supposedly in town. Why would the man want his second son around?

He sighed and fought the urge to bang his head against the bus window. With every day that passed, with him going from parent to parent and back again, he wished more and more that he was eighteen, and he could leave this all behind him; that his parents would finally be free. He’d be in charge of his own life.

Well, I wonder what it’s like to be the head honcho.
I wonder what I’d do if they all did just what I said.
Well, I’d shout out an order, I think we’re out of this, man, get me some.
Boy, don’t make me want to change my… tone, my tone. Yeah.

Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here?
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart?
Strange, where were you when we started this gig?
I wish the real world would just stop hassling me.
Please don’t change.
Please don’t break.
Well, the only thing that seems to work at all is you.
Please don’t change, at all from me,
To you, and you, to me.

~*~

“So how long have you two been going out?” Sasuke’s father asked happily. The man’s face was quite calm, with but a hint of tiny smile; but his eyes were excited as they stared across the table at his son.

Sasuke suppressed a flinch when Itachi spoke up from beside him. “It’s been about eight months now, Father.”

The slight thing across from Sasuke giggled happily as she blushed, her ringed finger sparkling against her cheek. Sasuke wanted to glare at her, but that would require him moving and/or acknowledging her existence, so he just glared at his half-eaten food.

“This is quite the surprise, Itachi. You haven’t been home in so long, and you bring back a fiancé. Isn’t it wonderful, Sasuke?”

Sasuke lifted his eyes to his father, his face blank and eyes cold. “I’m sure Mother will be ecstatic,” he replied blandly. He watched as his father’s lips turned down, and his eyes glared slightly at Sasuke for daring to mention the man’s ex-wife.

The silence that followed was tense, and Sasuke soaked up the attention, whether angry attention from his father, confused attention from the thing across from him, or the almost sorrowful attention from his brother, which tried its very best to pierce his hardened heart.

Itachi cleared his throat quietly, trying to break the silence. “So, Sasuke, is there anyone special in your life right now?”

There was an undignified grunt from the end of the table before his father said, “Who could love someone like Sasuke, with his brooding and sharp tongue?”

The youngest Uchiha’s face didn’t change, though he was sure his eyes gave away his hurt as they glossed with tears. He didn’t need this shit, and he didn’t need Itachi’s pity, clearly there as his brother glared slightly in their father’s direction.

“I’m leaving,” he said tightly before pushing his chair back harshly. No one said anything as he walked from the dining room, his ever-present earphones once again returning to their proper place as he upped the volume on his iPod.

Each morning I get up, I die a little,
Can barely stand on my feet,
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord, what you doin’ to me?
I have spent all my years in believing you,
But I just can’t get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, oo somebody,
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Sasuke grunted at the irony and shrugged into his jacket. There was a park nearby, and that was as good a place to brood, as his father put it, as any. He turned to head for the door, and surprisingly, Itachi was waiting for him. But before the elder Uchiha could say anything about being sorry or some bullshit like that, Sasuke pushed past him and slammed the door closed, marching quickly to the elevator.

Every day, I try and I try and I try,
But everybody wants to put me down.
They say I’m going crazy.
They say I got a lot of water on my brain,
Got no common sense,
I got nobody left to believe.

The park was small but pristine, and he spent some time watching the trees sway in the chill night breeze that played there. He thought back to his father’s words, more anger washing through him before a thought occurred to him that had him almost laughing out loud.

“If only Father knew that I get all the love I could possibly stand. Well, all the lovin’ I can stand.” He chuckled, thinking about his usual visits to Kakashi’s bar and the men he’d gotten to take him home. Sasuke sneered into the night.

Who needs love when you have sex?

And yet Sasuke wasn’t even satisfied, let alone happy, at that thought. Maybe he didn’t have someone in his life right now. And maybe he was a little difficult to deal with most of the time. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to find someone that liked him for him and not his looks or his money. Maybe he wanted to experience what everyone else did – the surprise, the hesitation, the shyness, or that strange stomach feeling-thing people said they experienced. Maybe…

He sighed. His life just overall sucked.

Can anybody fine me somebody to love?

~*~

Kakashi’s bar was packed, as usual, and the music was drowned out by the many conversations taking place around Sasuke at the bar. It annoyed him because the silver-haired man actually played things that Sasuke liked, things that could even be found on the raven’s iPod. Now, with all these people, he could only hear bits and pieces every now and again. Honestly, he’d rather hear about Janet getting some feedback than how many drinks some twit was getting tonight because of the tightness of her skirt.

God, he needed to get laid, because that shit didn’t usually bother him.

He lifted his head when someone set a glass in front of him, and his eyes took in the smiling face of the bartender. Well, took in as much of the man’s face as he could see.

“You look a little down in the dumps, Sasuke. Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.” Sasuke grabbed the glass before Kakashi could take it back, downing the contents with a straight face. He was already slightly buzzed anyway.

Kakashi stilled smiled at him, he guessed. “Let me see. The grumpy attitude, the alcohol intake frequency, the desire in your eyes for both passion and carnage… Someone’s at your father’s this weekend that you don’t happen to like, and I don’t mean your father.”

Sasuke shot him an irritated look. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Kakashi leaned over the bar to shout-whisper into his ear. “Then do you want to do something later?”

Sasuke shivered, his stomach flipping at the husky voice. He and Kakashi fooled around occasionally, and while it was such a tempting offer, Sasuke shook his head then flipped it back slightly, indicating to the older man that he wanted a stranger tonight, someone he could rip into and not have to worry about ever seeing again.

Kakashi shrugged and moved down the bar to take someone’s order. Sasuke glanced that way disinterestedly, just doing so to have something to do other than glare at the bar top. When he saw who Kakashi was serving, he scowled and turned his head away, but not before catching the man’s eye.

A few minutes later, a drink was set in front of him as an arm curved around his body. Sasuke glared at it hard, hoping the intensity of his stare would shatter the glass. A warm body pressed up against his, and he felt the brush of long, silky hair against his cheek and neck as the person bent to speak into his ear.

“It looks like you need a drink, Uchiha. Have one, on me,” the voice purred before pulling away. Sasuke refused to look in the man’s direction, to acknowledge that the incident had just happened. Kakashi returned and tapped his finger on the salted rim of the glass.

“Should I take this back?”

Sasuke thought about it for a minute before shaking his head. “If Haku wants to waste ten dollars, let him.” That being said, he reached out for the green concoction and sipped at it leisurely. He knew that if Haku saw him drinking it the idiot would find it reason enough to come back, but that didn’t mean Sasuke was stupidly going to down a strange drink. It tasted good, but God knew how much alcohol was actually in it if the older man had ordered it.

But when Haku didn’t return, Sasuke was actually curious as to why, regardless of not wanting the company. He looked around the bar, trying to find the real long-haired brunette in a sea of wig-wearing harlots, finally spotting him in a corner engaged in some tongue-talking with a well-built blonde man.

As Sasuke stared, trying to get a better view of Haku’s prospective fuckmate, he got glimpses of tantalizing bronze skin, a flash of the most beautiful blue Sasuke’d ever seen, and when the light was just right, that yellow-blonde shone gold. The toned arms and bulking muscle that peeked out from orange mesh had Sasuke picturing how he’d want those strong arms to handle him, and he cut off his intense staring as he began to feel hot and lightheaded.

But the images wouldn’t leave, and he started to feel the pulls of arousal low in his belly. Each second that ticked by brought him closer and closer to that sexual pain of desperately needed release. Sasuke’d lost control of his body, and when he happened to look over in that corner again, seeing Haku staring at him with a smug, amused smile on his swollen lips, he knew.

That bastard had drugged him, probably hoping he was already so wasted he’d end up getting raped.

Like Kakashi would let that happen. Just because they fucked sometimes didn’t mean the silver-haired man didn’t care for him.

Sasuke’s anger tore through some of the haze the drug began to create, and he glared at Haku, but the older brunette had already returned his attention to the blonde. Just looking at the man had Sasuke getting even hotter under the collar, and that’s when he got an idea.

Why not use the drug to its full effect and steal Haku’s date right out from under him?

“Got your eye on someone, Sasuke?” Kakashi asked, probably seeing the intense glare he was sending Haku’s way.

“The blonde in the back.” Kakashi looked in that direction, and Sasuke swore the man wanted to say something, but all he did was smile. Sasuke shrugged it off.

“Good luck, Sasuke.” Sasuke smirked and slipped off his seat, making sure he had his balance before strolling as sexily as he could over to Haku’s corner. However, the closer he got to the blonde, the hotter he seemed to burn, to the point that he almost didn’t care if it was the blonde or Haku he ended up fucking.

As he got to their table, Haku looked up at him, still looking amused, but glaring all the same. Then the blonde, noticing that Haku was distracted, looked in his direction, and Sasuke’s breath caught for an instant. That flash of blue from earlier was the blonde’s eyes, glowing brightly in the smiling face that beamed up at him.

“Hello. Are you a friend of Haku’s?”

Haku made to open his mouth, but Sasuke beat him to it. “Why, yes, I am. And I was just coming over to my friend to see if he’d let me dance with this stunning specimen of a man.” He smiled as nicely as he could with his blood currently flowing south, trying not to give the blonde a reason to refuse.

“I don’t see why not,” the blonde said, grinning so wide his cheeks stretched, which made Sasuke aware of the odd markings on either one.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Naruto-kun. Sasuke looks like he’s had a little too much to drink tonight.”

Sasuke saw Naruto frown in confusion, his anger and growing lust boiling just beneath the surface at Haku trying to stop him. “I think Naruto’s a big boy and can make decisions on his own. Come on, dobe.”

“Oi! Don’t call me dobe!” The blonde glared at him, but Sasuke just rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the table to the impromptu dance floor some of the more friendly patrons had made earlier.

The music could actually be heard from where they started to dance, and Sasuke watched entranced at the way Naruto’s muscles moved underneath the mesh and leather of his attire. His mouth dried when the blonde’s hips gyrated and thrust. Sasuke was almost painfully hard, and he felt like he was going to faint. But it still felt so very good, especially when he was able to brush up against the taller boy.

“So Sasuke, was it? Are you even old enough to be here?”

He glared at the idiot. “I’m old enough to fuck. Does it really matter?”

The blonde chuckled and shook his head. “Guess not, teme. But you do look a little flushed. Are you okay? Can I do something for you?”

You could push me against a wall and fuck me. Sasuke shook his head, trying to swallow. He was going to open his mouth and reply when a favorite song of his came on. Apparently, it was a favorite of everybody’s, as a mass of people crowded onto the dance floor, pushing Sasuke and Naruto together, their bodies lined up from chest to groin.

Sasuke gasped at the contact Naruto’s body had with his aching cock, and he wrapped his arms around the blonde’s neck, grinding wildly to the beat, catching Haku’s livid face across the bar.

Whoa, I never meant to brag,
But I got him where I want him now.
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag,
To steal him all away from you now -

But God does it feel so good,
'Cause I got him where I want him now.
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God it just feels so…
It just feels so good.

It took him a while to realize Naruto was grinding back, hands on Sasuke’s ass pulling the Uchiha’s body harder and harder against his own. Sasuke groaned, biting his lip to stifle its volume. He had to let it go, however, to gasp and pant when Naruto thrust particularly hard against him, and they both were breathless on the floor.

Sasuke ran his fingers through the damp, blonde locks nearest him, pulling so Naruto’s harshly panting mouth fanned hot breath over his own. Then he was melding his face with his dance partner’s, thrusting his tongue into Naruto’s mouth in concert with the blonde’s hips against his own, inviting the other’s tongue to play.

Whoa, I never meant to brag,
But I got him where I want him now.
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag,
To steal him all away from you now -

But God does it feel so good,
'Cause I got him where I want him now.
And if you could then you know you would
'Cause God it just feels so…
It just feels so good.

Sasuke’s gut began to tighten, and he pulled his mouth away from Naruto’s forcefully. Although his body demanded release, and although it would probably feel so fucking fantastic, he really didn’t want to cum in his pants.

Naruto wasn’t deterred and moved his mouth down to Sasuke’s neck, sucking and biting, driving Sasuke faster and faster toward that peak. The fingers he had anchored in blonde hair began tugging, trying to get Naruto off of him. The blonde looked at him in confusion, wondering why Sasuke, who so boldly had dragged him away from another conquest, was stopping things now.

“Not here,” was all he said, grabbing Naruto’s wrist and leading the taller boy off the dance floor and to the back to the bathroom.

“In the bathroom?” Naruto asked as Sasuke locked the door behind them. “You’re crazy, aren’t you?”

“You can’t tell me the bathroom is a no go when you were all for humping me on the dance floor.”

Naruto gave a negligent shrug. He returned Sasuke’s stare from across the room, and then they were suddenly slammed together, both boys’ mouths attacking the other, hands everywhere at once. Hot fingers flitted over Sasuke’s nipple, making him gasp, just as Naruto’s other hand brushed almost casually over his hard dick.

Sasuke’s irregular pants were the only sound in the bathroom, echoing off the tiled walls as each brush of that tanned hand upped the amount of oxygen he lost. The one on his chest started to tug at his shirt, and Sasuke dutifully pulled it over his head. He stopped Naruto’s movements long enough to divest the blonde of his shirt, too, and then let him do as he pleased.

Heated lips nipped at his neck, and with a snarl, Sasuke gripped blonde locks, forcing that teasing mouth harder against his pale skin demanding something sweetly painful to take the edge off… or amp it higher.

Naruto moved suddenly, slamming Sasuke against the wall, knocking the already scarce air from his lungs. The blonde obligingly bit at his neck where it met his shoulder as he gripped the raven’s tight pants and pulled them down, not caring in the least if they were ruined.

Sasuke cried out as the metal of his pants’ zipper scored down his cock, a delicious bite of pain in his overwhelming arousal. He felt Naruto chuckle into his chest, whispering huskily as his hand claimed Sasuke’s erection.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Sasuke moaned as his answer, causing another chuckle. “Are you a pain-whore, Sasuke?”

“Naruto,” Sasuke groaned, bucking his hips into Naruto’s fist. He whimpered as he felt one of the blonde’s hands trail over his skin to his ass, one finger plunging into the valley between his cheeks. His hands flew to Naruto’s shoulders, and Sasuke was more than ready to wrap his legs around the taller boy’s waist. He hissed, his nails digging into tan flesh, when that finger pushed slightly into his dry hole.

“Want to be my pain-whore, Uchiha?”

Sasuke wanted to be angry, wanted to call the other boy the biggest idiot he’d ever met, wanted to ask how said idiot knew his last name, but that finger pushing in deeper and the subsequent burn made all thought fly from his head as he threw it back, crying out in aroused pain.

“I think that’s answer enough,” Naruto said smoothly, following his words with a lick to Sasuke’s collarbone. The finger left his ass as Naruto moved in closer to keep him propped against the wall, and although it should have calmed Sasuke down some, he could still feel the drug racing through his veins, making his blood boil and his lust to rise, demanding the blonde moron do something and do something now.

“Are you-” Sasuke cut himself off, not liking the way his voice sounded so needy. He looked into amused blue eyes and scowled, clearing his throat as silently as he could. “Are you going to fuck me sometime tonight?”

“Why, yes, Sasuke-kun, I am,” was the glib answer. “Right now, in fact. And later. And after that, too.” Naruto smiled at him brilliantly, lifting one of his legs up and around his waist, and then a lubed finger was roughly shoved up his ass.

Sasuke arched off the wall, hissing at the stretched and burning sensation, but loving it more than he thought he should, especially since this was a stranger. Not that he wasn’t familiar with this type of scenario, anyhow.

The prep was short lived, the first finger quickly joined by a second and third, cursory thrusts in and out just to get him lubed. Sasuke moaned and bucked and writhed as much as he could, pressed against the wall as he was. In concert with his fingers, Naruto thrust his tongue in and out of Sasuke’s mouth, making the Uchiha dizzy with passion.

Sasuke felt the blonde’s cock nudging at his entrance and wondered when the hell Naruto had unzipped his pants. He could feel Naruto’s hesitation, and he scoffed, thinking the dobe was just that if he was talking about pain-whores and yet was reluctant to inflict some. And then he realized that Naruto was waiting for him, because Sasuke had actually, never verbally answered the question.

He growled, lifting himself up on his toes of the one foot still on the ground, moving to impale himself on the cock that, although he’d not gotten a look at it, he knew was huge. But before he could accomplish his task, Naruto had gripped his hips and slammed up into him, making Sasuke cry out, the sound echoing fiercely off the walls.

Naruto pulled almost completely out, and then grabbed Sasuke’s other leg, pulling it out from underneath the raven, causing him to impale himself on Naruto’s dick. Sasuke cried out again, wrapping that second leg around the blonde’s waist and using his back to move up. The hands at his hips helped his movements, and Naruto was doing his share of work with his own hips. Then Naruto tilted Sasuke’s hips, slamming inside once again, nailing the raven’s prostate.

Sasuke was an instantly aggressive, scoring the blonde’s back with his nails, as he demanded the other to fuck him harder, following the command with a bite to the older boy’s flesh. Naruto complied, pounding into Sasuke until there was no space between the two. His back slammed into the wall with every powerful thrust, and the friction on his cock from their stomachs, Naruto’s ribbed abs causing a unique and thrilling sensation over it, forcefully pushed Sasuke closer and closer to that blissful edge.

Naruto moved his lips from marking the Uchiha’s neck to a spot just behind his ear, and when he grazed his teeth lightly over it, Sasuke lost it, cumming harder than he could ever remember as he clutched at the blonde’s back for dear life. His ass clamped down on the iron cock within him, and he moaned to feel it fill him so perfectly. Sasuke forced his tired body to move itself up and down that wonderful dick, wanting to ride out the last vestiges of pleasure until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

And then Naruto was crying out his release, Sasuke’s name on his tongue, and the raven’s stomach did an odd little flip. It was strange and intense, and he couldn’t help but think it scary when his heart did it, too.

Neither moved as they tried to regain their breaths. It took Sasuke a minute to realize he was wrapped completely around Naruto; not just his legs around the other’s waist, but his arms were around Naruto’s neck, casually, yet strangely intimate, and it suddenly reminded Sasuke of a lovers’ embrace.

Gasping quietly, he moved his legs down, hissing with Naruto when the blonde’s soft cock slipped from his ass. They stared at each other a moment before silently walking to the sinks. Sasuke looked at himself in the mirror, counting each bruise that he would either have to cover or explain to his family. Naruto handed him some wet napkins, and he nodded his head in silent thanks as he began to clean himself off. Soon they were covered in both his seed and Naruto’s, and Sasuke stared at the joined fluid a moment before tossing them in the trash.

When he turned around, Naruto was already dressed and watching him, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the stalls. Sasuke wanted to shiver from that intense look in blue eyes, but he refrained from doing so, walking as gracefully as he could to his clothes and pulling them on.

Sasuke headed for the door, Naruto right behind him, and they stepped into a silent bar. Very few patrons still lingered, and Kakashi was busy wiping down the bottles of alcohol and placing them under the bar.

“It’s closing time, fellas. Last call?”

Sasuke ignored the question as Naruto shook his head, concerned about that overly cheerful attitude of the bartender’s. He pulled out his iPod and unwound the earphones, returning them to their perch that had been abandoned for the night. Sasuke brushed his thumb idly over the sleek blue case, trying to remember what song he’d paused on.

As he took a step in the direction of the door, he heard Naruto shift behind him. “Want to do something, Sasuke?” The timbre was low and husky, and Sasuke was hard pressed to decide if it was a remainder of their tryst or a new arousal coursing through the blonde. But dammit, if that voice didn’t start Sasuke’s fire anew. The burning in his veins was back, and Sasuke cursed Haku for drugging him like this.

He pressed play twice on his player, wanting to prove to himself that his willpower was greater than some two-bit drug.

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

There was a hand on his shoulder, and his stomach and heart did that strange flip combo again. Sasuke glanced over at Kakashi watching intensely from behind the bar.

Closing time.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…

~*~

Naruto nodded his head to the beat of the song currently playing on his iPod. His playlist was the most kick-ass playlist that ever was, and he’d proudly and confidently kick some ass himself if anyone dared dispute it. Although, Sasuke had disputed it pretty vigorous last night, and that hadn’t ended so much in an ass kicking as an almost violent bout of sex. But that was the best kind, in Naruto’s opinion.

To say he’d been surprised that Sasuke hadn’t thrown off his hand in the bar would be an understatement. He’d been sure their fuck in the bathroom would have been it.

But no, here he was, waiting for Sasuke to meet him for a date. Somehow it seemed out of order, them fucking all night long and then going on a date, but Naruto couldn’t find himself to care.

The beat he was keeping was interrupted as he jumped, his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled out one of his earbuds, pressing pause as he went, and flipped the phone open as it came up to his freed ear.

“Uzumaki.”

“You sound quite pleased, Naruto.”

The blonde smiled. “You should know, Kakashi.”

The man on the other end chuckled. “I’m going to miss him in my bed.”

Naruto scowled. “Listen, old man. I may have let you have your way with my Sasuke while I was gone, but now I have him, and you shall refrain from ever talking about the time he was in your bed.”

“Okay, chill, Naruto. I was only trying to ruffle your feathers a bit, you prancing peacock, but I do so enjoy being alive. So I won’t say another word.” Naruto ‘hmphed’ into the phone. “So I take it you haven’t told him that you used to ogle him from across the bar before Tsunade dragged you to Tokyo?”

“Let him fall in love with me first. Then maybe I’ll tell him this was all planned.” He grinned at nothing, waving at a small kid looking at him from across the street.

“Hm,” Kakashi hummed thoughtfully. “Did you know that Haku drugged Sasuke?”

Naruto sighed. “Yeah, Sasuke told me. And don’t think Haku won’t get his ass kicked for it. That was never part of the plan. But Sasuke was too thoroughly fucked to really care, you know?”

Naruto heard someone speaking in the background. Kakashi answered, sounding far away, so Naruto figured he covered the mouthpiece. “I have to go, Naruto. But I have one more question.”

Naruto looked down at his foot as he kicked a few pebbles around the sidewalk. “Shoot.”

“He’s a wild child in bed, isn’t he?”

Naruto growled, intent to chew Kakashi out, but the man only laughed and hung up before Naruto could form the right words. Scowling fiercely, Naruto slammed his phone shut and shoved it back in his pocket, angrily pushing the earbud back into his ear.

How dare that old man say that about his Sasuke! That was not the only quality that Sasuke had, after all.

Naruto looked up, his scowl smoothing out to a smile when he spotted Sasuke making his way toward him.

Although…

He pressed play.

Hey!
You’re a crazy bitch,
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it.
When I dream
I'm doing you all night,
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on.


~owari~


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note: haku didn't drug sasuke, per se. it was just an aphrodisiac.

did you guess which songs were mine and which weren't? haha!

i found out while writing this that i don't like to write lemons. i mean, i like writing them, but after a while, i just want to end the sex and start back in on the plot. *shrugs*

thanks for reading!!