The road to hell is paved with orange t-shirts

lease Read: This is meh gift for teh lovely until-time-ends! (I appoligize for any sloppiness, my holiday trip got moved up and I leave the 24th and come back the 6th! So, I ended up having less time than I thought!) In any case, here is your gift! I hope you like it, since all you said was "sas/naru" (thanks by the way) this crazy thing appeared!

When Naruto was sixteen, instead of playing video games at odd hours of the night, he obsessively studied. His guardian, an ex-teacher who swore he was conned into the entire situation, bemusedly watched as the normally boisterous energy mass (M theory style) curled into a lump of blond hair and orange t-shirts for hours on end. Iruka thought that habit had been broken when they moved out of the old neighborhood (the unspoken, unnamed series of blocks where the children remembered the Uzmaki family).

Iruka sighed, rubbed his facial scar (an ever-present reminder of "that" neighborhood) and went to fetch more tea. This called for sake. But Naruto always stole whatever Iruka had, and he firmly believed that underaged drinking was not something to do whist one was studying. You left that funny business for movie night. Returning to Narutos room, usually dark and foreboding with suspicious lumps littering the floor, he blinked owlishly at the sight of his adopted son sitting in a pool of bright sunshine. A textbook in his lap. Instead of his usual, almost feline est, position tucked along the footboard, for optimum TV viewing, he was leaning instead against the headboard surrounded by a sea of papers and books.

Taking a sip of his tea, Iruka suddenly feet ridiculously glad he was in sweatpants. It was one of those mornings. Iruka let his eyes drag over sallow skin, greasy hair, the slightly fevered look the blond only acquired when near a ramen sale, the dark hollows under his eyes, and couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. His little boy, 5'6 is totally little, was suddenly on some radical behavioral changing path!

He cleared his throat pointedly into the silence of the room, a skill honed to a razor sharp exhale from years of teaching. Naruto jumped, sending papers into the air with a "whose" and "crackle", before sheepishly grinning up at him. Iruka smiled. Naruto gave him another sunshine innocent beam as his guardian steeled himself.

"Naruto, what… may I ask, what are you doing?"

"I'm applying for college!"

Iruka decided that sweatpants and tea were simply not going to salvage this morning.

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There was whispering behind him. Naruto slowly sank down in his chair and wished for a hat to cover his telltale golden hair. College was supposed to be different! People weren't supposed to recognize him or remember his parents! Squeezing his eyes shut as another loud round of barely controlled conversation behind him started up, Naruto slowly started packing up his things. Maybe if he made a break for it before everyone else left? He felt a faint glimmer of hope rise and he tugged nervously at the hem of his worn orange t-shirt. He could do this! Iruka said he was better at being subt- at being… at being subtle!
The class ended. Naruto picked up his backpack and was out of his desk so fast it skidded backwards. He could do this! A wide grin split his face as he was running down the hallway. Until he heard a voice behind him:

"Hey shrimp!" He made a note to, from a long distance away, tell him that 5'6 was so not short (at a later date, when he was not so busy.)

"I am talking to you- you blond little freak!" Oh my! The voice was much closer that tim- suddenly Naruto found himself jerked to a halt by rough hands on his backpack. The unknown assailant spun him around, and Naruto raised his eyes defiantly to- a giant! His heart in his throat, palms sweaty, the young teen felt himself being lifted high into the air.
"Aint' you the kid O' that police captain?" Not only did this thug know him, he had halitosis! Naruto wanted to spit in his face. He didn't seeing as Iruka would call him home so fast his head would spin if he was hospitalized on the first day. So he just glared.
The stupid oaf started to shake him so hard his teeth rattled. Naruto was going to give this jerk one last chance… after his head stopped spinning.

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Sasuke did not have any particular fondness for bullies. Not that he had a particular fondness for any type of person for that matter, but bullies fell solidly into his category of "dislike". So the sight of a notorious half-wit, in his book which was the only book that mattered, holding some little blonde kid in the air and screaming profanity at the poor thing as he shook them—well that just didn't sit well. Also, he didn't like half wits.

"Mathews! Put down the child!" Sasuke received a disgrace to art form of glaring for his trouble.

"This is that police chiefs kid! I just had a few…questions, alright?" Sasuke had no idea what the pestilent lump of meat was talking about. Not that it would have mattered.

"If you do not put that child down right now…" he let the threat hang idly in the air, eying the rest of under 40 IQ pack. With a snarl Mathews threw the blond figure to the ground, hard enough that even standing across the courtyard Sasuke could hear impact. Resisting the urge to show them what it would be like to go against an adult instead of picking on little ones, Sasuke shot a parting glare over his shoulder.

Walking over to the boy, that orange t-shirt seeming much brighter up close, Sasuke felt his eyes widen, quite without his consent. Sasuke slowly creaked to a halt. Peaking out from under messy gold hair, a pair of cerulean facets glared (they tried to anyway, it was more of a pout) up at him. The little cupids bow mouth started to move (he couldn't look away) as finely boned hands started to gesture wildly. It took a moment for the dark haired man to gather his stray thoughts; most of them were still bleating desperately in the direction of the pink little lips and smooth tan skin, as he croaked out a response.

"You're just a child" he choked out as slim hips and shoulders levied themselves upwards excruciatingly slow.

"I'm 16 alright! I can't look that young-" yes you can, oh yes you can " and that's besides the point cause—oh I forgot to thank you didn't I?" Sasuke felt himself sway in place a little as the blond ball of sunshine rolled forward on the balls of his feet to smile happily up at him. Sasuke was still unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth when the boy gracefully shoved a stray lock of hair behind his ear and Sasuke felt his concentration die a little more. It took him a moment to realize that he had used "graceful" to describe "shove".

"I wanted you to know I could have handled it myself… its just that Iruka would get really upset if I was in a fight my first day and all…" Sasuke nodded, dazed

"I'm Naruto… its nice to meet you!" The blonde was nervously biting that plump lower lip and looking up at him uncertainly through gold lashes.

"Sasuke. Nice to meet you too." At his words Nartuos whole face split into a blinding smile, eyes, cheeks… lips, all of it directed at him. So really who could blame him?

"Hey, why don't we get you checked out, just in case that jerk did any damage. My brother is a paramedic and he should be home right about now…" Naruto bobbed his head enthusiastically before smiling up at him again. Right then, Sasuke knew he was going to burn in hell. Skip the damn hand basket.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Itachi seemed to find the whole situation rather amusing. He was in fact "home" (the three bedroom apartment their parents had sprung for when both sons had entered college) when Sasuke and a smiling Naturo came to call. They had moved to the study (mostly Itachi's medical books and the odd Tom Clancy novel) where Itachi had placed Naruto on the desk and had set about torturing his brother.

"Do you have any other bruises besides the one of your arm?" Itachi raised a brow in question as Sasuke once again had to stop himself from brushing his fingers over the soft cotton of Narutos shirt. It wasn't his fault the boy was so damn… something. He watched the back of the blonds head give a negative shake, then a positive one.

"I don't know, maybe…I think I might have one on my stomach."

Itachi, his eyes never leaving Sasuke, nodded. "Well, why don't you go ahead and take off your shirt so I can get a better look, hmmm?" Hell, hell, going to hell…

"Sure thing!" Sasuke winced the blonds upbeat tone and pointedly turned to count the number of books on the adjacent wall.
"So, do you know why Mathews singled you out?"

"Well, I think…" Sasuke felt himself tense at the boys tone. Uncertain, almost afraid. Without thinking he turned back and reached to rub a comforting hand down Narutos shoulder. Naruto gave him a small smile over his shoulder.

"Well my dad was that police captain who stirred up all that trouble, you know, arresting all those corrupt people in the government? Some people are kind of bitter about it…" Sasuke realized he was rubbing his thumb gently over the exposed skin of Narutos shoulder about half way through his response. It took another pointed, eyebrow raised, look from Itachi to see him snatch his hand back.

"I wouldn't worry about it. People like that aren't even worth your notice, and I'm sure your father would be very proud that you qualified for early entry." At his words Naruto turned to flash him another blinding smile. Sasuke missed it seeing as he was staring at the one nipple he could glimpse from the blonds position.

Itachi finished examining Naruto, with continued torture, and by the time his brother had deemed the teen fit, Sasuke had come up with his own catchy little mantra. Hell, hell, going to hell…

"Everything looks fine to me" Itachi smiled at Narutos responding exclamation of happiness and began packing up his kit.

"If you're hungry you can stay over for dinner" Sasuke called as the orange and yellow blur disappeared down the hallway, presumably to get his things. From his position in the corner, Itachi didn't bother to stifle his snicker. Sasuke sent him a glare of doom. Bag in hand, his brother paced, smirking, over to the desk that he had yet to leave due to… circumstance beyond his control.

"Now, what was that delightful little tune you were humming earlier?" Sasuke groaned and let his head fall heavily into his hands.

"Hell, hell, going to hell… really it's a catchy little number I made up after meeting Naruto" Itachi snorted. Sasuke growled and looked up at the once again smirking figure of his brother.

"My dear brother, hell is the least of your problems. If I were you, I would be more concerned with jail." Before he could come up with a suitably snaky response the sound of someone running, quite loudly, down the hallway cut him off. Both men looked to the doorway, to see an orange blur, presumably Naruto, go right passed the entrance.

"Naruto?" Sasuke called tentatively, pointedly ignoring his brothers snickers. The sound of loud footsteps returned and in stepped the root of all problems, grinning widely.

"Are you staying for dinner?" At his questions, the blonds smile fell and he looked down, clearly uncomfortable.

"I would really really really like too! But… If I don't get back to the dorms by a certain time, I get locked out. I think the building manager knew someone my dad arrested or something." He looked up mournfully.

"Well, if you are ever locked out, don't worry about coming over here. We have an extra bedroom you can use if need be!" Thankfully Itachis burst of laughter was drowned out by Narutos exuberant thank you.

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Iruka had told him to be careful. And he had been! It was not his fault some stupid jerk recognized him! And he had totally been about to beat the snot of said stupid jerk when Sasuke had shown up!

There he was, debating how exactly he was going to brain this oaf when some other jerk called Mathews off—by calling him a child! Prone in the position Mathews had thrown him, definitely not trying to catch his breath, merely making sure his clothes weren't ripped, Naruto felt a surge of annoyance rise within him. He was not a child! When the sound of footsteps signaled his "rescuers" appearance, he started preparing his best glare. Short did not always mean immature damnit!

The footsteps got closer. Naruto readied his glare and looked up- only to have the steam forcibly deflated from hot air balloon of righteousness by the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Now Naruto usually reserved "beautiful" for things like ramen sales but… he suddenly found it rather hard to glare under the weight of a piercing obsidian gaze. The man slowly stopped about a yard away from him. And Stared. Uncomfortable, Naruto did what he did best (according to Iruka) talk.

"Hey, you something! I could have handled that!" Naruto wanted to say more… but the man didn't seem to be listening. In fact, it looked like he was staring… at his mouth. Oh. My. Before he had time to get really flustered, the man called him a child again. Which, of course, set him off. No one called Naruto a child, even ridiculously gorgeous strangers—

Sasuke. His name was Sasuke. Naruto couldn't really remember much, except the way Sasukes dark hair kept falling into his face and he would toss his head regally to the side, stretching the creamy skin peaking out from his button down. And the fact that the older man couldn't seem to tear his eyes from his mouth.

Oh, of course I will go to your house!

Why yes Itachi, I think this tiny discoloration on my chest, that may or may not be from Mathews, does need an extensive looking over.

Why of course I will take off my shirt! Anything to help…

Iruka had also told him no older men. But, Naruto figured, as he tauntingly thrust his bare chest in Sasukes direction to answer a question, if he had already broken one rule already… What harm could one more do?

An extra bedroom you say? For when I'm locked out?

Now that's funny, I swore my watch was set correctly. Oh darn.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

God was punishing him for the Atheist manifesto he sent to annoying Mormon church . down the street. At the time Sasuke thought God would find it funny. Obviously he did not. Somehow, really he had no idea how this happened, his class and work schedule were timed just about perfectly for Sasuke to see Naruto at lunch. Everyday. What was the term? "Impulse control" problems? Ha. More like torture, his palms would be red with indentions of his fingers digging into them in a desperate attempt not to just—well land him in jail.

Now four tortuously evil weeks after meeting the miniature blond bombshell, Sasuke was sitting (sprawling really, but Uchihas are not allowed to sprawl. Its written down somewhere) in his living room, with an over large cup of sake. Over large because it was either get drunk, or masturbate until he chaffed. And he had already accomplished the later. Letting out a sigh, he let his head fall back onto the soft leather of the sofa, content to simply listen to soft patter of rain on the roof and stew in his own misery for a while.

Then the door bell rang.

Sasukes head shot up to glare through the foyer at the front door. No. Nothing was going to make him get up off that couch. No way in hel—

"Sasuke? Are you home? I got locked out again… and I'm cold and all wet." The muffled sound of Narutos voice flitted in and saw the Uchiha set down his sake cup and slowly cross the room. He stared at the inlaid wood paneling of his front door and listened to the rain. He could do this, he could totally do this. With sweaty palms he reached to turn the heavy brass lock and open the door.

For once, Naruto was not wearing an orange t-shit. He was wearing a white one. A completely soaked through, clear enough to expose pert little nipples, white t-shit. Hell, hell, going to hell. Sasuke didn't have the presence of mind to put one before two, all his head could process was how sweet it would be to take those cold hardened nipples in his mouth, using the wet cotton to make his blond writhe. Outside fantasy world, Naruto gave him a bright sunshine smile and eased oh so dangerously close to him as he squeezed through the tiny available space between the doorframe and Sasuke.

It was the sight of Narutos face so close to his, tilted up to ask a question, that finally snapped the Uchiha out his stupor and saw him jump uneasily to the side. Dark eyes wide, he stared at the mournful figure of Naruto Uzumaki. Big blue eyes stared back at him hopefully from underneath plastered down hair, full lips help nervously between little teeth, dripping all over his floor.

"I'm sorry Sasuke…I've really been trying hard—its just I think maybe somehow my watch got set to the wrong time." The words barely registered as Sasukes full concentration was centered on a water droplet running down the blonds face, neck, and disappearing behind that sinful shirt.

"Its okay Naruto, really. I told you not to worry didn't I?" hesitant nod in return "Sorry if I seemed… upset, I was just worried seeing you out in the rain like that" The older man felt his heart stutter at the answering grin his words elicited from the teen.

"First of all, why don't we get you some dry clothes?" Naruto paused for a moments, looking thoughtful, and Sasuke years shaved off his life as the thought that maybe the blond suspected something—the Uchihas inner panic attack was cut short by the sight of Naruto taking the hem of his shirt and pulling oh so slowly upwards. Sasukes mouth went dry, and heat curled around his spine as a cascade of water droplet slid down the smooth planes of Narutos chest. One little bastard of an H20 bead even had the audacity to slowly curve around one dusty little bud before easing past into the beginnings of a golden happy trail. Hell, hell, going to hell.

"Thanks! I'll just strip down here, so the carpet doesn't get wet-" Sasuke chocked out a garbled reply before literally running down the hallway. He didn't want to go to jail!

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Naruto smiled smugly at Sasukes retreating back. Was it his fault that the carpet in the apartment look expensive? What kind of guest would he be if he got the carpet all wet? An unwelcome one, and the last thing Naruto wanted was to be unwelcome. Grinning to himself, he shucked off his jeans without any fanfare, since no one was watching just then. Looking at his blue and orange boxers, tightie-whities would have been too over the top, Naruto decided he could work with just boxers. Sasuke seemed to be having enough trouble with just the shirt…

Whistling to himself, a short tune Sasuke always seemed to be humming lately, Naruto picked his discarded clothing before neatly folding them. Setting the pile down on the entrance table, Naruto peered down the hall the dark haired man had bolted through. No sign of him. Oh darn, now Naruto had to go looking for him! There was a nagging suspicion that this (the teasing, the t-shirt, and the stripping) was tearing asunder Iuka's "be kind to those around you" rule. Naruto seemed to be breaking a lot of Iruka's rules lately, come to think of it.

But then again, Iruka had always told him to "follow your heart". Naruto was following his heart! He really liked Sasuke! And if he happened to be following… other bits of his person at the same time, then wasn't that just an added bonus?

Besides, the age of consent in Fire Country was 16. He'd looked it up.

Padding down the darkened hallway, Naruto didn't have to fake the shivers running along his spine, it was getting cold with all this wet skin! Walking past empty rooms, Naruto looked in vain for his errant friend. It wasn't until he came to a half open door at the very end did he spot light. Grinning, Naruto ducked inside to find a bedroom decked in deep blues and grays. The light seemed to be coming from the half open door to the adjoining bathroom. As were profanity the likes of which would have made his uncle Jiraya proud.

Tip toeing up, Naruto had to stifle a giggle as Sasuke, apparently, waged war against himself.

"Why are you such an idiot! And a dirty pedophile to boot-" Naruto stuffed a fist in his mouth to keep from bursting into laughter. Poor Sasuke!


"It shouldn't be this hard! He's just a friend needing help and you're acting like a dirty old subway passenger!" Naruto felt his eyes bulge with the force of controlling his snickers. It was just too good. Catching his breath by sheer force of will, Naruto schooled his expression to one of kindly concern and eased the door open.

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"Sasuke?" At the sound of his name, the usually stoic Uchiha jumped like he'd been bitten. Only to find… the road to hell. Naruto was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, suddenly a very small confining space, in only his boxers. His very wet, very thin, very clingy boxers—Hell, hell, going to hell. Tearing his eyes from the telltale lump under those evil boxers (sixteen wasn't looking that young anymore) up to his face. Vaguely he congratulated himself on making it past that damn mouth.

"Are you alright? I heard yelling, did you hurt yourself or something?" Naruto took a step foreword to catch Sasukes hand where it hung limply from his shoulder.

"You didn't jam a finger or anything did you?" The ability to speak disappeared as soft tan hands ran along the overly sensitive tips of his fingers.

"I don't feel anything. Why were you yelling?" Trapped between fingertips and blue orbs, all he could do was release a slow shuddering exhale.

"Oh, well these towels must be for me to dry off with!" Naruto dropped his hand, and Sasuke was too busy mourning the loss of contact to register the meaning of the words. He was could only stare mutely as the blond ran his favorite navy blue terry cloth towel slowly over arms then chest. Every time the cloth ran across the teens nipples (those horrible temptations) he would jerk, as if the feeling of anything touching them was completely foreign. All too soon, the towel dropped to the floor and Sasuke was really and truly about to mention the clothes, when Naruto casually slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and started to push.

It took Sasuke getting another look at that beginnings of a happy trail to snap out of his stupor.

"Naruto!" The blond, fingers still buried beneath blue and orange cloth, turned an inquisitive face in his direction. Utterly confused. Sasuke stifled a groan and ran nervous fingers through his hair.

"Um… why don't you-" stop to clear throat " why don't you finish drying off in here while I go get you some clothes, alright?" Running shaky, sweaty palms down his jeans, Sasuke decided that could have been worse. Until Naruto slowly withdrew his hands and wrapped his arms about himself in a universal upset position. Big beautiful blue eyes suddenly because watery and that damn mouth started to quiver! Uh oh.

"Naruto? Whats the-" A viscous shake of that blond head cut him off.

"I'm sorry Sasuke! I didn't mean to make you angry! I didn't!- the Uchiha suddenly felt his heart stumble as Naruto hugged himself tighter and took a step back.
"I just wanted… I just wanted us!" With that he turned and bolted out the door, leaving a very stunned Sasuke in his wake.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
In the hallway, Naruto leaned against the wall next to the bedroom entrance, and waited. Drumming his fingers impatiently against his thigh, he listened for any sign that Sasuke had taken the bait. Come on! COME ON! It can't be that hard of a decision to make! Taking a quick peek into the room, Naruto glared balefully at the open bathroom. Huffing he leaned back again and crossed his arms. Seriously, what kind of college student turns down an offer like this? Just as Naruto was, once again, turning to give the bathroom door a silent piece of his mind, the sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears. Yes!

Alright! Position! Set! Go!

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

It took a moment for Narutos words to sink in. Several moments actually. Sasuke started at his towel where it lay on the cold bathroom floor, and tried to figure out what in Gods name had just happened.

Because there was no way…

Surely not…

Naruto would never…

' I just wanted us' But he did say…

Maybe he should ask, just a tentative little questioning—crap! Naruto could be gone by now! Skidding over the towel on his hasty exit, Sasuke made the length of the bedroom in two strides. Turning to the hallway—he collided with Naruto as he, apparently, came running from the other direction. There was a brief de-tangling before both males stared at each other.

"I'm sorry Sasuke I couldn't leave without-" that damn bottom lip! " without knowing if you hate me!" It took a moment for the words to register, and before he could stop himself, Sasuke found his legs closing the distance and his hands grasping Narutos arms. Looking down into bright blue, he was at a loss for words.

"I don't hate you… I could never hate you… In fact I probably like you more than I should, Naruto." He felt his damn heart go all fluttery again, as a thousand watt smile was beamed up at him. Opening his mouth to say more, maybe something on overcoming social barriers, Sasuke found he was quite unable to speak. Seeing as Naruto has jumped onto him and shoved his tongue into his mouth. It wasn't what Sasuke had imagined kissing Naruto would be like. For one, he had imagined being able to stay standing and not be knocked to the floor by said kiss.

Starring up at a grinning Naruto from his position on the floor, Sasuke had a sneaking suspicion something was up. When Naruto straddled his waste before lying full length on top of him, he was fairly certain something was missing in the equation. Naruto crossed his arms over Sasukes chest before laying his head down on them like a misguided pillow.

"Finally! You're so slow Sasuke!" Unwittingly, obsidian eyes widened to an almost comical size. Did he mean… did that mean? Growling Sasuke reversed their positions in a move almost too quick to be seen, pinning Narutos arms to his sides with his knees. Glaring down at the smug little blond, Sasuke leaned in close.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" In response, Naruto ginned impishly and snatched a lightning fast kiss. Sasuke felt heat pool in his groin. Apparently so did Naruto, because the teen started bucking upwards against the hardness on his stomach. Gasping as his cock started to harden even faster, Sasuke forced himself to continue on.

"Answer me damnit!" Shocked, Naruto stopped his playful wiggling and stared up at him, concerned.

"I like you Sasuke. I mean… I really like you. You're smart, bitchy, sarcastic, all these great things and I'm… just me. I want you to like me too!" The older man couldn't contain his gasp of surprise at Narutos words. They were touching, and he really wanted to hear them but—

"That didn't answer my question." He saw Naruto swallow nervously.

"I'm no stupid you know! I know what it means when someone keeps staring at my mouth! You were staring, and staring, and staring… but you never did anything!" To punctuate his statement Naruto writhed upwards again, rubbing against the bugle in Sasukes jeans. The little shit. He had been torturing himself, this whole time! And Naruto had been planning it!

"Sasuke, please don't be mad! I just wanted you to like me…" Naruto trailed off at the look on the older males face. Suddenly the bulge on his abdomen seemed more intimidating somehow…

"I'm not mad, pre se… just a little frustrated" Naruto stared helplessly upwards.

"Sasuke-"

"Do you have any idea what kind of hell you have put me through these last weeks? How I have tortured myself over you? And you little… you were manipulating me!"

"Yeah, well it wasn't a cake walk for me either! Everyday I was scared you were going to introduce me to your girlfriend or… or forget I existed! I just wanted you to acknowledge me!" Oh. Well then. Sasuke slowly eased down to cup Narutos worried face. He stared into blue for a long moment before slowly easing his lips to Narutos. Resisting the urge to chuckle when the teen gasped, instead he pulled that luscious lower lip into his mouth, before gently biting and massaging it with his tongue. All the while keeping his eyes on Narutos.

Because he could, Sasuke moved his mouth up, reluctantly letting that lip go, to deepen the kiss as his hand crept up Narutos chest. Right when he felt his blond relax, he gave a pert nipple an almost harsh twist of his fingers. And had to hold him down as his entire body twisted upwards. That's the reaction Sasuke was looking for. Scooting backwards until he was across Naruto knees, Sasuke gently broke the kiss and moved his hand away from the delectable nipple with a parting caress. Naruto looked positively fuckable. Flushed, panting, eyes glazed, lips dark and bruised… oh yes.

Making sure blue eyes were watching his every move, Sasuke leaned foreword, bracing one hand on the ground and letting his free one trail lazily across his tan stomach. He smirked as Narutos breath stilled, his hand couldn't be that close to the bulge, could it? Ever so slowly he let his fingertips graze the hardened organ through the soft cotton. Softly pressing and exploring as if he had no idea just what could be cause such a boxer dilemma, Saske kept his eyes fixed on Narutos face. A little harder and—oh my, it seems there is something wet under this!

When he was sure the little blond was completely distracted, Sasuke leaned foreword over the length of his body, careful to avoid the mouthwatering bulge, and nuzzled his face in close to Narutos ear.

"Oh how I want this-" he smiled at the breathy inhale " but you see… there are certain Legal issues involved." He could almost see the cogs turn under that mop of gold hair.

"Issue-"

"Oh yes. You see, with our age difference, this is quite… forbidden." Again, a gasp.

"And I have always been a law abiding citizen you see, so the only resolution…" Sasuke slowly eased into a standing position, smiling smugly down at the thoroughly debauched figure on the floor. It would be such a pain to forgo this tonight, but he simply couldn't have Naruto trying to manipulate him all the time.

"I'm afraid we can't do this, at least the…carnal aspects. So in good conscience I should really be going to bed now" Outright laughing at the indignant expression Naruto was sporting, Sasuke slipped back into his bedroom, and locked the door behind him.
Wait for it… wait for it…

"SASUKE! Damnit Sasuke! Haven't you heard of age of consent you bastard?"
The door shook under the force of Narutos blows, and Sasuke laughed again, happy to finally not be going to hell.

"I don't know… I'll think on it. For tonight though, the guest bedroom is to the left."

He could wait one night. And from where Sasuke was standing, the road to hell looked damn good.


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