Going to Bed Angry

Part one of two

A/N- this was so, so much fun. Fun like you wouldn't *believe* and incredibly easy to keep the two in character =) Some inspiring sounds: Three Day's Grace,'I hate everything about you' and anything 'You make me completely miserable' by Lit.

Please review! I get so much more motivated when you do!

Going to Bed Angry

The thing is Naruto had always known Sasuke was dangerous and brutal, but it had never quite turned him on so much before. Sasuke had a glare that could peel paint and a right hook that Naruto’s head had caught more than once, but comparatively speaking…shit, that was nothing. All that gorgeous body, those long fucking legs, that soft hair, those damn dark eyes; *God*, Sasuke was gorgeous.

But there had been that one moment, when Naruto had wrapped his fingers oh so carefully around that falling wineglass that all those things and all the things they added up to had been eclipsed. Naruto had caught that damn girly fucking wine, his heart had stopped in a combination of terror and idiocy, and Sasuke…Sasuke had tipped his head forward, peered into Naruto’s wide eyes, and smiled.

Naruto lost part of his bangs to a flying butcher knife and decided that Sasuke was officially the sexiest piece of ass in the entire fucking world.

“Na-ru-to.” Sasuke nearly sang his name as he crept around the corner of the kitchen. “I think we need to have a little talk.”

From his couch in the shadows Naruto could see the barest flash of a blade that damn well didn’t look like cutlery. His long, pale fingers wrapped around it in a way that made Naruto nearly giggle through a whole-body shiver. He suddenly felt extremely proud of himself, because not only did he tap the hottest piece of ass to ever sashay across the earth that lovely little ray of sunshine also knew how to kill with knives. The hands that touched his dick on a regular (well, used to be regular) basis, also knew how throw, slice, and stab with graceful, sharp, and very deadly objects.

The grace that Naruto so admired had suddenly turned cat-like as Sasuke slid around the corners of the kitchen appliances they had fought over (stainless steel or lacquered black?) in the middle of some yuppie kitchen store. Naruto aimed his glock, and suddenly understood why Sasuke had insisted they get the heavy duty, stainless steel, would-probably-survive-a-missile-attack-and-still-make-ice refrigerator, ‘cause as soon as Naruto pulled the trigger Sasuke was hiding safely behind the condiments and cursing in a low hiss.

“I don’t really feel like talking right now, honey.” Naruto moved out of the pantry, taking another shot as he slid behind the island. “Maybe later?”

“I think we should talk now.” Sasuke darted out long enough to plant a knife in Naruto’s shoulder, “And I told you not to fucking call me that, idiot.”

Naruto yanked the knife out with a grunt, and ground out, “Now, now Sasuke. You know what the therapist said about…” He took another shot and laughed at Sasuke’s low curse, “…name calling. You should be nicer to me. I’m your only access to sex.”

This time it was Sasuke who laughed, “Are you sure about that?”

Naruto was officially pissed and he expressed his feelings in a clear, concise manner… by emptying the rest of his clip into their once-immaculate refrigerator. From the sound of shattering glass Naruto guessed that Sasuke probably smelled strongly of pickles, olives, and his fancy schmancy salad dressings.

“Your cooking sucks!” Naruto yelled over his shoulder, dodging into the next room while Sasuke recovered, “And I hate those fucking curtains. And tomatoes! And your hair looks like a duck’s ass!”

“Fuck you!” Sasuke’s voice was a little too close for comfort and Naruto sacrificed stealth for speed as he made his way to the game room. His only real hope was that he’d at least nicked the man, slowing him down while Naruto smashed the back of their ancient television and pulled out another, significantly larger gun with a good set of clips.
And you’re not the only one who knows how to throw shit, Naruto thought as he kindly sent Sasuke’s weapon back to him. The flicker of shadow behind the loveseat hissed and Naruto dashed back into the hallway, ducking and weaving as Sasuke returned fire.

“You stabbed me!” Sasuke sounded positively incensed, his voice full of true shock. It was fucking adorable.

“You stabbed me first!” Naruto screamed back. Then, his own voice thick with indignation, “Are you cheating on me?!”

For a moment both parties ceased shooting, the silence only broken by the soft pants of both men. Naruto’s heart was beating in his throat as he wondered which would be worse; attempted murder or infidelity. Sasuke finally broke the hush with a snort.

“Tch.” His tone was low, but not homicidal, “Like I have the energy to fuck around when I have to listen to your useless blabber day in and day out.”

Naruto ducked his head and smiled, oddly euphoric at the revelation.

“Bastard.” He replied fondly. “Do you really want to talk?”

Two enormous holes blasted through the plaster wall as Sasuke effectively ruined the moment. Oddly enough, Naruto’s warm, fuzzy feeling didn’t dissipate.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” Naruto turned the corner long enough to return fire, sending an advancing Sasuke back into his little hidey-hole.

****

Kiba had been particularly unhelpful when it came to Naruto’s sudden dissolution of marital (civic unional, whatever) bliss, but he had at least helped him bandage up the bits that had become intimate with Sasuke’s favorite Porsche. In Sasuke’s defense Naruto had nearly shot him in the head, but Naruto’s anger only seemed to grow with every fleck of paint he pulled out of his flesh wounds.

“Seriously,” Kiba said for about the fifth time, “You gotta kill that bitch.”

Naruto turned his head and scowled. It was hard to consider, but even after various murder attempts Naruto still firmly believed that the only one allowed to call Sasuke names was himself. Kiba was dead wrong if he thought this little setback gave him the privilege of speaking badly of his (former?) partner in any way shape or form. Emphasis being on the ‘dead’ bit.

“Drunk or not, you call him that one more time and I will hobble over there and slit your damn throat.”

Kiba put his hands up and took another swig of beer, eyeing the bazooka leaning up against Naruto’s side.

“This is my mom’s house,” He slurred, “…and my dog lives here also. Do not blow up my house.”

“Until further notice Sasuke is off limits,” Naruto scowled through a grimace as he tried to stand. “We don’t know all the facts, and-”

“And you’re still in love with him, you pussy.” Kiba immediately took a drink, looking up at the ceiling in feigned innocence.

“Yeah, well,” Naruto wagged a finger but the motion went nowhere, because for once Kiba was spot on, damn him to everlasting hell. If possible Naruto was even more in love with Sasuke, even with all the doubts crowding the back of his mind.

The first time they’d met the world had seemed to spark, take fire with just a glance. Naruto had looked at Sasuke and seen this beautiful, perfect thing, because no human could hold such poise, no human had the capacity to steal and crush a heart with one look. Even with explosions rocking the hotel Sasuke had played it cool in his immaculate grey suit, murmuring softly with an officer that was clearly intent on dragging him to the nearest jail. Naruto had another such officer on his tail or he would never have been so bold as to grab this *perfect* stranger, spin him around, and latch on to a pair of soft lips.

“He’s with me.” Naruto smiled, and even the officer didn’t quite believe the claim, looking Naruto’s ratty tee and jeans up and down with a sneer of distaste. It wasn’t until Sasuke grabbed him by the jaw and deepened the kiss that the man finally left them alone, off to harass some other poor souls. Sasuke pushed him backwards, backwards until they slipped through an unlocked door and he slammed it shut with his heel.

Naruto remembered thinking at that moment that he was the luckiest man in the world.
And then Sasuke had dropped him like the piece of trash he was, thumbing moisture off of his lips with a look that actually made Naruto cringe in embarrassment. It was the beginning of a, uh, beautiful relationship full of verbal and physical abuse, downright nastiness, and the best sex not even money could buy. And in it all, even while loving Sasuke desperately, almost to the point of secrecy, Naruto always wondered how he of all people had ended up sharing breathing space with someone as smooth as Sasuke, much less the opportunity to whisper his love into Sasuke’s ear.

It all made devastating sense when Naruto was forced to consider that Sasuke was merely a plant, sent to watch Naruto with a practiced eye.

Not sleeping on Kiba’s couch gave Naruto ever opportunity to sift the memories he had stored of them both; every rare smile, every laugh, every moment that Sasuke had welcomed his touch, his conversation, his affection. For four (five?) years of marriage there weren’t many such moments, but in Naruto’s mind that made them all the more precious, jewels in a life that used to be barren and dull.

Had Sasuke been merely tolerating him then?

If a few tears slipped from Naruto’s eyes, the pillow would never tell, and in the morning Naruto would wake, arm himself to the teeth, and demand the answers he deserved.
Naruto didn’t want to think about what he might be capable of doing if it had in fact all been a lie.

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