Guet-appent

He didn’t know why he had come that night in that bar. He didn’t know why he had even bothered to follow Neji here. He hadn’t even made half the way to the bar that tons of girls were already throwing themselves at his feet.

Why had he had to be rich, sexy, famous and the heir of the most prosperous company?

Don’t get him wrong. He didn’t mind being rich, famous, sexy Uchiha, no not at all. But what really bothered him was the lack of privacy and the constant fan-girls aka stalkers. Three of the most persistent were Haruno Sakura- whom was already engaged- Yamanaka Ino – who would have though that the one he had hire as his psychologist would use his confidences against him, never less to say, it will take a lifetime before someone else hire her- and the last but not the least was his own secretary, Karin. He would have fire her right away when she had first ask him if he wanted to take her doggy-style on the conference table if she wasn’t a good secretary, a damn good one.

He sighed as he put down his glass. It was of no use. He should call a cab and go back to his lonely luxurious flat. He paid for his drinks and nod to the Hyuuga male signalling his departure. He made his way between the dancing people towards the exit. What a waste of time this night had been …

On his way out, he stumbled upon someone insulting someone else on his cell in another idiom, or at least he deduced it from the ragged breath and the narrowed eyes. Blond hair spiking everywhere, deep blue eyes, whiskered cheeks, a tone tan body and a tight ass beautifully defined in dark blue jeans.

… Or maybe not.

“Comment ça la commande n’est pas arrivée? Comment ça tu ne sais pas où elle est? Putain, Konohamaru, c’était du safran des Indes, as-tu une idée seulement du prix d’un seul sachet? Comment je vais faire mon risotto maintenant, hein Konohamaru? Tu veux être le prochain Hokage, non? Et bien c’est maintenant ou jamais de prouver ta valeur, trouve moi cette putain de bordel de commande avant demain midi tapante, ou sinon se sera ta fête, tu as compris. Il me faut absolument cette épice pour le diner de mercredi. Ton avenir est en jeu.” (1)

The blond man turned around sensing someone staring intently at him. “Take a picture it will last longer, bastard.” The pale lips twitched in a smirk. Being insult so openly was a first time for Sasuke and that was quite refreshing.

“What if I don’t have a camera on me, dobe?”

-x-

He didn’t know how they had made their way to that pitiful motel. One minute they were arguing and the next they were kissing each other like there was no tomorrow.

Sasuke pushed the blond man against the door and started nipping at that point just below the ear. The blond’s moans were starting to get to him if the bulge in his pants was any indication of his arousal. He bucked his hips making the blond’s head collide with the door that was slightly creaking from their desperate movements.

A pair of strong tights encircled his waist as the smaller man kissed him furiously. Shaking hands loosened his tie, soon the buttons followed. Tan hands discarded his pale shoulders of his white shirt while his own hands found their way under a dark orange sweater and started teasing perk nipples. Pink lips parted to let out a trail of moans.

Suddenly everything stopped as he placed his hands each side of the whiskered face. Blue eyes blinked open at the sudden stop. “Can’t stop being a bastard?” The smirk was back again. “What’s your name?” The azure eyes narrowed. “Wasn’t it a one night stand?” “Yes, but I don’t fuck complete strangers, so what is it?” “Naruto.” The smirking lips descended to a firm jaw and started kissing their way down to the junction between the neck and the shoulder.

Hands entwined in his dark bluish hair and jerked him back. “Shouldn’t I know yours, because, you know I don’t let myself be fucked by strangers?” “Hnh.” “Hnh, you’re not serious, you can be a bastard even in yours name.” “Che, dobe. It’s Sasuke.” “Good, that’s a name I can moan.” The ghost of a smile passed on defined lips but it died soon as they crashed on the other pair.

Sasuke nipped, bitted and sucked on the bottom lip asking for entrance which was playfully refused. He grounded his hips making the other gasp solving his problem. His two hands grabbed a muscled ass to lift him higher the time he made their way to the bed that squeak under the additional weight. In swift movements the blond was discarded of his clothing letting appear a dripping cock.

A bedroom voice murmured in an ear. “Eager, hnh.” A fist punched not convincingly a pale muscled chest. “Stop being a bastard, teme.” A rich laugh replaced the breathing in the ear. “It’s not my fault you’re so easy to work up, dobe.”

The blond man bucked his hips switching place. Now on top, he growled at the smirking man below. “You’re not the only one who can teased, Sasuke.”

“Fuck!” The raven shivered hearing his name being moaned like that. Who would have thought the blond could nearly make him come like that, just by his name? Narrowing his lustful eyes, he made his decision.

Rolling them over, he kicked his own pants and placed three fingers on the now pouting lips. At the questioning look he received, he lowered himself once more. “No more teasing.” The sucking on his fingers confirmed the other had understood. When he thought they were enough wet he retired them from the warmth before he cum right away from the sexual images that flashed in his mind as the skilful tongue played with his fingers. He slowly trailed them down the toned chest watching fascinated as the muscles contracted under his touch. However at the time his finger encircled the pink hole, he could help but teased a little more. He watched a flushed face tossed side to side, moaning desperately for the fingers to penetrate him. “Bastard, you lied. You said no more teasing… mmmmh!” The blond’s back arched at the sudden invasion as a needy moan passed his parted lips. A hiss soon followed as a second finger was added and started scissoring motions.

Sasuke, sensing the other’s discomfort, bitted at his shoulder, successfully distracting the blond as moans filled the rented room. It wasn’t long before hips rocked against his hand asking for more. A third finger penetrated the tight ass.

The blond was panting, his body convulsing for a release. He wanted more, he needed more and he needed it now. “Mo… more, Sasuke.” The dark man gladly complied.

His pushed his length past the muscled ring. He couldn’t help but moan at the filling tightness surrounding his cock. Women weren’t as tight as that; fuck most of the men he had been with didn’t give him that sensation. “Fuck… Naruto, hmmm.” Once the muscles stopped constricting and pulsing so much around his shaft, he slowly retired it only to keep the head inside until he slammed it back inside causing the man underneath him to arch against him. He started a slow pace, wanting to tease the responding blond until the end. Slender legs wrapped themselves around him again. The new angle caused him to ram against a bundle of nerves making Naruto cry out his name.

If he hadn’t been an Uchiha and had that much self-control he would have come right then. “Faster.” He fastened his pace, making sure to hit Naruto’s prostate each time he pounded into him. Their releases were slowly building up.

The headboard was madly pounding against the wall; the squeaking of the bed accompanied their thrusting. Naruto was the first to come, screaming Sasuke’s name. The tightening around his penis and the sound of his name were enough to send him overboard. His sweaty body collapsed on the other.

His week had been boring as hell. He was seriously debating if he should fire his secretary for sexual harassment, but that means to search for another one and he wasn’t ready for another freaks show with postulating candidates.

He had a pounding headache and now it seems as if it was now echoing on his door. No, wait, scratch that, the pounding on his door was reality. Wiping his hands on a kitchen towel he made is way to the door and yanked it open only to receive a fist in the face.

“What the fuck?” His gaze met angry blue eyes. “How could you? How could you record that night, bastard?” A DVD was tossed in his face.

What?

-x-

There it is, my first lemon. However I’m gonna state it now and only once. I’m not an English speaker, I’m a French Canadian, so if there’s mistakes, my bad.

Translation (1): What do you mean the order hasn’t arrived yet? What do you mean you don’t know where it is? Damn it Konohamaru, it’s Indian saffron, do you have the slightest idea of the price of once bag? How will I cook my risotto now, hein Konohamaru? You want to be the next Hokage, no? Then, it’s now or never to show your worth, find that fucking order before tomorrow noon, if not you’re gonna pay, get it? I need absolutely that spice for Wednesday’s diner. Your future is on the line.