Fever Chart

Warnings: no beta, all mistakes mine. Also, believe it or not, this is a Naruto/Sasuke story, though there's more het than gay sex in it, and none of it happens between Naruto and Sasuke.

 

 

 

Fever Chart

 

 

 

 

Beneath me, Ino is moaning. I look down on her flushed face, unfocused eyes. No wonder she’s our star, she does this perfectly. I almost believe her myself. Almost.

 

I keep my rhythm effortlessly, even though I’ve been feeling off and slightly dizzy today. That’s what I’m famous for. Excellent stamina. Sakura always calls me ‘our safe-net’.

 

My mind wanders more and more often as the scene progresses.

 

Ino’s good. She catches my absent-mindness, squeezes her muscles tight around my cock. I give a little gasp; an acknowledgment. I pick up my speed a little.

 

A light signal fleshes shortly from behind camera. It’s time.

 

Damn. I’m not quite there.

 

But I slide out of Ino anyway. She moves closer, drops on her knees. Camera changes the angle to capture us better as she wraps her lips around the head of my cock. No one’s paying attention to me – or where I look at, at least.

 

I knew this was coming all along. I knew it.

 

It’s happening all the time lately.

 

I look up across the room, where the other scene is being shot. My view on the new guy is not that good, but I can see him. I can see him fucking Sakura. She is on all fours, hair strikingly pink in the artificial light. They look good together, but my eyes slide back to Sasuke. He’s keeping his spine so straight, his skin is glimmering…

 

Ahhh…

 

Oops. I forgot to warn Ino.

 

She makes a little bit of a show, licking off my sperm, flirting with the camera. It’s over quickly. I look down and offer her a sheepish smile. She smacks my tight.

 

I can’t help but glance again at the other side of the room when she stands up.

 

”He’s turning out good,” Ino says quietly. Like he can hear us, Sasuke glances back. Our eyes meet. There has to be something indecent in looking someone straight in the eyes while he’s fucking your best friend. I should look away, but I can’t. Even though we all are porn actors and are on the shooting when it happens, I can’t look away and I can’t feel bad about it.

 

“Yeah,” I answer with some difficulty. Ino glances at me quickly and I remember that he is my apparent contender within the group. “For a new guy.”

 

It’s lame. I know.

 

“What’s up with you?” Ino asks. She touches my forehead, checks if it’s hot. Her palm is wet. I let her. It’s better than to have her pay attention to what I’m staring at, because – strange as it is, I’m still sharing that same look with Sasuke. Besides, I should be hot, the lights are still on as they’ve been for hours. “Are you feeling well?”

 

“Yeah,” I say again.

 

“Naruto!” She sounds exasperated.

 

I have no choice; I have to look at her. “I’m not sick. I’m never sick.”

 

She nods. I’m relieved, but I’m also sort of happy she’s concerned. These people are my only family.

 

Chouji, this Eleven-Inches-Long-Dick member of the group who’s been shooting with us, hands us both towels. Ino gives me one last suspicious look before wandering off. I look across again. Sasuke’s busy. They are finishing as well. Sakura’s on her knees.

 

Geez. I’ve got to pester Kakashi to think up something more original. All his movies end the same, regardless to imaginative settings and generous budgets.

 

I follow Chouji. Ino’s already in the first bathroom we come across, so we search for another. The house that the studio rented for this movie is a large one, but only the first floor is open to us. I’m wearing a silk blue robe. It’s a part of the set. I’m playing a rich playboy in this latest movie. Ha!

 

Chouji gets in the shower first when we find it. I wait, barefoot on the thick crimson rug. It’s getting kind of cold.

 

Sasuke comes in. I should have expected it. Sakura joined Ino, leaving him to fend for himself. Just because they found him and invited him into the group doesn’t mean they’d baby him forever.

 

Feeling unusually awkward, I lean back on the dark gray tiles and cover myself better. He looks at the shower and then at me, “Why is there never a line in the bathroom the girls are using?”

 

“They shower together,” I explain. “In pairs.”

 

“There’s an idea,” Sasuke mutters.

 

I snort, “It doesn’t sound as appealing when you don’t arrive last.”

 

“I’ll remember that.”

 

And that is it. It’s as far as a conversation with him can go. We’re just standing there. I I’m avoiding to look in his direction. I want to leave but I don’t at the same time.

 

 Chouji is humming as he steps out of the bathroom. That makes me smile, a little.

 

“Better, then?” Chouji asks.

 

Confused, I blink, “What?”

 

“You’re feeling better?”

 

“I’m not sick!” I insist. He heard me talking to Ino, why are we back to this? Chouji makes a face at me and I sigh, “I’ll be just fine once I get under the spray. Out of my way!”

 

He shakes his head, “Dude, it’s should be illegal to be that way after shooting with Ino.”

 

I turn from him. He is right. Ino is gorgeous. I fucked her more times that I can count, though. It’s never been a thrill.

 

Chouji walks out. I glance over my shoulder. Sasuke is watching me unrobe myself. He reminds me of a huge cat, the way he’s following me with his eyes as I move.

 

I feel like being an ass, so I say, “Wanna share?”

 

His eyes snap from where he was following my fingers are untying the knot. “Yes,” he answers easily and moves forward.

 

Taken aback, I manage to speak when he’s already throwing his robe over the chair next to the shower, “I wasn’t serious!”

 

“Tough break.”

 

I’m of half mind to get out of there. He smirks at me over his shoulder. It tugs on my cock. But it also feels like a challenge. I can’t walk away.

 

And then we are both in the shower. He’s adjusting the water. The pressure is strong; it’s spraying over the entire large inbuilt tub and the wide space between it and the walls. There is enough place for the entire crew to shower in here, it goes though my hazy mind.

 

The door is wide open. I don’t know if it bothers me more that we don’t have privacy or that we’re alone.

 

“Aright?” Sasuke says.

 

I almost snap something about not being fucking sick, when I realize he’s referring to the water. The spray is thick between us. I reach through it with my hand. It’s too cold.

 

“Fine,” I shrug. Like I’d ask him to please make it warmer.

 

He’s got a tattoo on his neck. I’ve never had an idea what it’s supposed to represent, though I’ve wondered, and that doesn’t change with a closer look. I have an urge to trace it with my fingers. That’s not a good idea, so I shrug it off.

 

Bravely, I step under the spray. It makes me shiver for a long moment, before I adjust. There is enough space for Sasuke to get in; it’s a huge shower. He’s waiting.

 

When I’m soaked, my eyes snap open. Between Chouji and him, I forgot completely to grab my shampoo and soap.

 

“Fuck,” I say and then again, with more feeling, peering around the glass shower door. I don’t want to walk around dripping wet, it’s far too cold. “Fuck.”

 

“Just take mine,” Sasuke says. I feel his hand pushing me out from under the water. The air hits my wet skin and I’m freezing. I grab his little navy toilet bag. Soap and the bottle are both white. I stare at them for a moment. “You really aren’t feeling well today.”

 

It’s not a question. I’m shivering constantly now.

 

“Naruto?” Sasuke says.

 

I look at him, “Fine.”

 

“Right,” he grabs my arm again and pulls me closer, under the spray. It’s warmer. “Better?”

 

It is. I nod.

 

“I’m fine,” I repeat.

 

“If you were fine, you’d have demanded I make water to your liking,” Sasuke takes his things from my hands. “You wouldn’t have invited me into the shower.”

 

“That was a joke.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Hotter,” I say. He looks at me, hair full of foam. I know I can technically reach and turn the hot water on, but my hands feel glued as I am holding them, wrapped around myself, under the water.

 

Sasuke does it without a question, generously. I sigh in relief, “I think I’ll stay here forever.”

 

“You’ll boil,” Sasuke says a bit later. I realize that I’ve been keeping my eyes closed. He doesn’t insist on readjusting the water when he steps under the spray to wash off the soap.  Without thinking I reach out and touch his neck, the tattoo. He stops washing. We stand that way one second, two… Then I let my hand fall down.

 

Sasuke looks at me. His skin if red.

 

“Shit, it’s not that hot. Is it?”

 

“It is,” Sasuke says. He looks away. “But I’m done.”

 

He steps out. I feel unbelievably sad about it. “Right.”

 

“Should I get someone for you?”

 

Should he? Ino was right, Chouji was right, he has a point. I don’t feel all that well.

 

“Yeah.”

 

Sasuke slides the glass door of the shower open all the way and then he’s gone. I stay under the hot water, which feels so freaking good on my shoulders and down my back. My feet are still cold, though.

 

Until Sakura opens the door again. Frosty air rushes in, hits me hard.

 

I moan, “Uuugrh, cold.”

 

“Don’t be a sissy, you have to get out of there sooner or later anyway,” Sakura scolds, but she closes the door behind her. Mostly. “Sasuke said you’re not feeling well. You told him to get me.”

 

“Not as such,” I say with scorn but she just laughs.

 

“I figured as much. Come on, get out.”

 

“Can’t. ‘m not done yet.”

 

She has to help me. The water hasn’t done me any favors. From somewhat off, I’m down to feeling awful; all shaky and weak.

 

“I think you’ve got fever,” Sakura says as she squeezes some of the shampoo Sasuke left behind into her hand.

 

“I think I’ve got a crush,” I amend. She peers at me curiously, but she does not ask questions.

 

When we finish, I refuse to see a doctor. Later, back at our apartment, she makes me swallow some pills and a lot of orange juice. She even changes my sheets for me and we curl in together, like we usually do when one of us is going through a painful breakup.

 

 

 

 

VAVAVAVAVAV

 

 

 

Two months later, Sasuke is still on the crew. Of course. And I’m still gagging for it. I try my best not to show it. He’s distant from the rest of us and sometimes – well, most of the time – he is quite rude. Aside from that shower we had together when I was sick, I cannot remember a single decent conversation we had.

 

Not one of the movies he made with us has yet reached the audience, but there is no doubt among us that he will be a star. The girls made sure he signed a contract with our crew while he was still inexperienced.  I’m not looking forward to an entire year of working with him. It can’t be good for sanity to watch someone you want so much fucks other people day after day. I can’t help but watch him whenever I can, whenever we work together. I can’t help but notice things – little things, big things. His nipples are sensitive; I’ve seen him brush over them with his hand when he’s getting himself up for a scene. Or during a pause. He never looks at the girls. He doesn’t seem to see anything at all, there is always that faraway look in his eyes - but not when he’s getting a blowjob. Oh, we all love oral, of course, but Sasuke… I’ve been watching him closely for a long time now and out of everything, that is the only thing he really likes. The one thing he seems there for.

 

Sakura’s the expert on blowjobs. Something itches and crawls around painfully in my chest when they have a scene to shoot together; something burns my throat.

 

Today, we’re shooting for a movie that should get out in time for Valentine’s Day. It’s two days after Christmas, but instead of Christmas ornaments, the room is decorated with red hearts in all sizes and teddy bears and other girlish nonsense. I kinda like it.

 

It’s a scene set in a classroom. I play a teacher who’s gotten a card from a student – Tenten’s playing her. Sasuke is shooting with us. He’s like this, um, friend of mine, or a fellow teacher; Kakashi’s instructions are lame and vague at best. Either way, we’re in a scene together for the second time since he’s joined the group. The first time, Sakura was there. That made things easier, but it was before I was this far gone.

 

I’m on the edge now; hyperaware of everything.

 

Tenten’s sitting on the teacher’s desk. She’s got a skirt on her, but of course it doesn’t really cover anything. It’s so short she doesn’t have to bother to lift it. We finished the first section, where she orally stimulated us. I was up before she unzipped my pants, smirking at the camera. No one commented, of course. Some days it’s easy. Then she climbed into my lap, fucked herself for a bit.

 

For the next scene, she needs some preparation. Tenten doesn’t do anal usually, so it’s bound to last awhile. She takes the baby oil and frowns at it.

 

I feel bad for her. I know she was threatened by the producents to make this scene. She’s not big enough name to refuse anything and she’ll get fired if she keeps trying. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as uncomfortable as she looks right now, not even the first timers. It must be some sort of bad experience that made her this wary.

 

As she tips some oil into her hand, I look around. Kakashi is talking quietly to the techs. I don’t know if he’s giving her a moment or his time is just convenient. There’s no one else in the room, those who have arrived already for their parts are waiting into the room across the hall. Sasuke is leaning on a ‘student’ table nearby.

 

It’s really awkward to just stand there, so I go around the table and take the oil from her hand. She glances up, startled.

 

“It’ll be alright,” I say quietly. She looks away, at the wall. “Turn around.”

 

“Look, I’ve done this before,” she answers just as quietly. “It just isn’t my thing.”

 

“Fake it,” I advise. “Fake it well, so they don’t make us do it again.”

 

Tenten finally looks back at me, biting her lip. “I need to prepare myself.”

 

“I’ll do it.”

 

“Er…”

 

“I know what I’m doing,” I assure her. “Just turn around.”

 

Hesitantly, she does. She puts her head on her arms, as if to cover her face. I glance around again. Only Sasuke is paying attention. He raises an eyebrow at me and I shrug. Maybe I should pretend it’s him lying before me… But really, the fact he’s watching is exciting enough.

 

I put my hand on Tenten’s thigh. She flinches a little on the first contact but relaxes again as I run it up and down to warm my palm up with friction. She’s still wet from that short fuck from before, so I slide two fingers into her cunt. They come out slick enough, but I repeat the movement several times. I let her get used to the size and shape of my fingers. She sighs in response; it’s a good sign. I replace my two fingers with three, let her used to that.

 

I can see Sasuke move out of the corner of my eye. For a moment I think he’ll leave us to it, but he steps closer. Tenten doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care. He is near enough to see what I’m doing and he is watching.

 

I have to swallow a lump in my throat. Fuuuuck.

 

I start with a single finger, lubed just with her own juices. I can’t get in more than half; she squeezes her muscles around it so tightly.  I slide it out and in again, but it goes only a little further. She’s very tense.

 

I lean over her, murmur, “Relax. Come on, spread your legs a little more. I’ll go really slow.”

 

She follows directions. I add oil before I slip my finger into her ass again. It’s a bit of a trick, really. It goes all the way in, smoothly, several times. Now that she trusts me, it’s going easier. I can even see her fidgeting a little after I stretch her to the point where four of my fingers can fit in, pushing herself lower; just a tiny bit.

 

It feels like a victory, even though I’ve done this more times than I can count. My breathing is slightly labored, but it has very little to do with her. I look up, meet Sasuke’s narrowed eyes right away, because I’ve been aware of them every moment.

 

“Ready then?” Kakashi interrupts. Tenten instantly freezes. But I refuse to move my fingers out.

 

“Yep,” I say, confidently and try hard not to look at Sasuke again.

 

Kakashi gives the signal. I pet Tenten’s thigh – a sign, attempt at comfort, I don’t know. She bravely lifts her head and looks back at me, face all set in a heated mask.

 

I move slowly, but she is well stretched. There are no problems as I push my cock into her for the first time. There is enough friction to make me moan aloud; fuck, but she’s tight. I try to be careful and I think I’m doing a fairly good job of it, but a fuck hasn’t felt this good for a long time. Especially not a on a set.

 

I’m not a fool, though, I know why. Anal has always been my favorite kind of sex. With Tenten on her knees, with me able to see only a bush of dark hair over bent spine… I don’t have to imagine that it’s someone else, it is enough that it looks that way.

 

And of course, I can still feel Sasuke watching.

 

It’s harder than even for me to keep a steady rhythm. Every time I find a pace, I come too close to the edge. Fortunately, the loud vocal play Tenten is performing for the camera is distracting me, but on the other hand, she’s blowing Sasuke right in front of me.

 

There is a signal for the change of scene. I think ‘thank God’ but I can’t make myself actually stop thrusting. Sasuke moves on my right, closer. I know it, with some distant part of my mind, that it’s his turn and that is why he’s approaching. But the rest of me doesn’t seem to care. I can’t bring myself to stop.

 

It’s like my nerves are catching fire when he stands next to me. I try to stop then, but I only manage to look sideways at him just as I feel his hand on my hip. He’s trying to push me, I think, but it makes no difference. I’m coming, and the coil of the orgasm gathers all the tension and tightness in before releasing it. I don’t manage to quite keep the vocal reaction to myself.

 

Everyone is quiet when I am aware of the surroundings again. I’m still looking at Sasuke, and I can’t decide if I want to laugh or run away. He inhales like he hasn’t in a while, brushes next to me and says just loudly enough for me and Tenten to hear it, “God.”

 

I’m not sure what that is supposed to mean; this happens all the time on the set. Well, not to me, but it’s not that big of a deal. Tenten is laughing as I move away to make space for Sasuke to approach her. They’d make it work somehow later, get the awkward moments out.

 

I step aside. I’m not done for today, so I’d better prepare myself for another round.

 

I get to watch Sasuke as he dips his dick into my spunk. It’s not gonna be hard at all.

 

 

VAVAVAVAVAVA

 

 

We’ve decided to go to a hotel downtown for the New Year’s Eve. It’s Sakura’s idea. She’s got no family, so like me, she’s grown really close with everyone on the crew. The way we function is binding by definition, anyway.

 

She organized that we celebrate together. She even booked some rooms upstairs so we wouldn’t have to drive home drunk.

 

There is live music on stage when I come into the hotel’s restaurant. The tables are pushed a little to the sides, to open the middle area for dancing. All is in shades of red, there are twinkling lights on every possible part of the walls. I cross the carpeted floor to the table near the podium, where I’ve spotted the colorful group of my friends.

 

“You were supposed to leave your coat at the entry,” Sakura says when I sit down.

 

I wave her off, “I’ll do it when I warm up.”

 

It’s a cold night outside. My cheeks and nose still feel cold, and my fingers burn where the frosty wind has been touching them.

 

Kiba reaches out with a grin and pours me a glass of something from a bottle. They’ve apparently ordered already and they made sure it’ll last. I let the – the vodka, I think – burn its way down my throat gratefully. There is a large plate of something that looks almost like pizza among the glasses and bottles, only it’s thicker and there’s no ketchup on it.

 

“We were starting to think you wouldn’t come either,” Kiba says as he refills my glass.

 

I look around. Yeah, there are a few people missing. Sasuke, for one. I’m not surprised he’s isn’t here, though. Sakura told me he’s declined her invitation. He is spending the evening with his family.

 

Ino isn’t here, which explains why Chouji looks as happy as a kicked puppy. He actually started the job because he fell in love with her when he saw her in a movie. Not much has changed in the two years since.

 

Shikamaru is not there, either. Everyone else is.

 

“Nah, I had to make a quick stop first,” I say. They all know I went to the old folks’ home to visit Tsunade, but better not to mention sick old people when the group is trying to have fun.

 

“Come on, let’s dance!” Sakura calls, grabbing my hand. I stand up again to follow her, even though there’s no one else on the dance floor.

 

Kiba raises his hands to stop us. I see Sakura roll her eyes, so I’m pretty sure I know what is it about. I let Kiba continue, though. Better to get it over with.

 

He raises his glass, “To Tenten, who effectively broke our Naruto down!”

 

Everyone laughs. Bad news travel fast. I toast to Tenten as well, even though it had little to do with her, and refrain from teasing Kiba back, partially because Sakura is already pulling me away from the table.

 

As if all they needed was someone to step up first, the floor is soon full with people dancing. Songs change. Fast, wild rhythms first; then songs with hypnotic melody and unhurried beat come after that. I lose count soon, in the sea of glitter and sweat.

 

The huge clock shows about eleven when I feel I have to have some liquid or die of thirst. At the table, to my surprise, I find Ino. Chouji’s talking and she’s laughing – a little too loudly. Cocaine again, I guess. Or whatever it is that the cool kids are taking these days.

 

“Naruto!” she says, all huge eyes and wide smile. “I hear you expired!”

 

Chouji winces. I snort, pouring myself bitter lemon someone ordered to water the vodka down in Sakura’s glass, “Not fucking likely, Ino.” She will expire if she keeps getting high at this rate, though, but I know Sakura is on her case enough for that. I wouldn’t change a thing, just make her hate me.

 

“Your reputation is ruined, though,” she winks and Chouji relaxes.

 

‘That’s true,” I allow.

 

“I had a dinner with this guy,” she continues as if there is no change of subject. I swallow the contains of my glass and pour more in it, all along keeping an eye on her glass. She’s drinking vermouth, I think. There’s sugar on the edges, except on few places where it’s replaced by smidgens of coral lipstick. “He’s got the most gorgeous apartment, with a view on the river. A servant in a funny suit brought the entire meal on a huge chart. I wonder if he’d marry me.”

 

“The servant?” I tease. My tongue, burnt by alcohol earlier, prickles from the fizzy liquid. “That suit must have been really something.”

 

“The guy with the servant,” Ino scowls at me. Then she looks higher and yells, “Hey, hi! It’s the new guy – here, over here!”

 

I turn to look. It’s really Sasuke. He’s making his way to us, in a long, expensive looking coat. I haven’t seen him wearing anything like that before, but I can’t say I’d be surprised if we found out he was from a wealthy family. There’s just something in the way he keeps his shoulders, his chin.

 

I try not to assume anything, despite of how he looks. Maybe he got his paycheque and decided to buy himself something. Either way, he unbuttons it, shrugs it off and throws at over my head on the matted seat. The snowflakes are still melting where they caught in the fabric of it, some stray drops fall on my face. I blink them away and look up at Sasuke. His hair is slightly wet and cheeks red from the cold outside. It’s an interesting look on him.

 

I can’t help but notice that he is ignoring that Ino moved to make room for him and instead chooses to squeeze next to me. I shift some. His wet coat makes for an acceptable excuse not to move too far away. Ino looks thunderous.

 

“Of course, you were there, weren’t you?” she asks Sasuke with a falsely amused smile.

 

“Where?” I know I should be annoyed with her because she’s obviously preparing to take it out on me again, but I can’t help the pang of sympathy when Sasuke doesn’t even glance in her direction, too busy looking over the table with disgust, “Which one is yours?”

 

I’m busy watching Ino’s smile twisting to realize immediately that he’s talking to me. His elbow connects with my ribcage to snap me out of it. As I push my own shot glass toward him, Ino says, “When Naruto blew it, where else. The other day, on the shooting with Tenten. It’s all everyone’s talking about these few days.”

 

“Sure, no one has anything else to do,” I shoot back sarcastically, because now it’s starting to sting. “I slipped once in four years. Somebody call the National Television.”

 

“I doubt they’d be interested,” Sasuke says, pouring from the half-full vodka bottle into my glass. Christmas lights color his right cheek blue when he shakes his hair off his face to finally look across the table. “What’s the big deal anyway? It happens to Chouji three times a week.”

 

“It’s his big mouth,” Ino says, ignoring the Chouji comment. She’s getting more and more irritated as the conversation is progressing. It’s more Sasuke’s disinterest than anything, I think. “Don’t you wish you’d kept your mouth shut, Naruto? That’s why you shouldn’t brag.”

 

Chouji is trying to get her to quiet down. I should be a better person and let it slide, I know. But she’s touched a nerve, so I say, “And maybe you shouldn’t take drugs if they’re just gonna make you a mean bitch.”

 

Ino starts rising, Chouji tries to stop her physically. She snaps at him, “Will you let the fuck go of me? Get off my back already, leave me alone!”

 

Stunned, he does let go of her. I’m a little stunned myself. She’s always nice to Chouji. Always.

 

But she gets distracted from whatever she was about to say. I’m glad. I don’t want to fight with her. Fortunately, she just looks at the three of us sitting and throws her long blond tail over her shoulder, “I’m going to dance.”

 

She’ll find Sakura out there, I hope.

 

Sasuke glances shortly after her. ”What’s with her, then?”

 

“The drugs,” I say.

 

“Professional rivalry,” Chouji corrects me. Sasuke drinks up and I look at Chouji incredulously. He explains, “Tenten. If the guy with the most legendary stamina in the business loses it over someone, it should be our star, not a little not-in-the-ass nobody, right?”

 

“It wasn’t like that at all,” I mutter. Sasuke snorts. There’s no telling if Chouji has heard what I’ve said. “And that’s horribly rude thing to say about Tenten.”

                                

He shrugs, knowing exactly what I mean, “Just quoting.”

 

“Ooooh, it is you!” a voice interrupts the conversation. I recognize the tone and I look around, thinking that Ino must be back. She’s not, though. It’s just us, so I turn to the youngish guy who’s approached our table. My God, but he looks like he’s been under the Christmas tree for hours, shaking all the glitter from the ornaments on himself.

 

And he seems to be addressing me.

 

“What?”

 

He leans in, suddenly, almost knocking his head together with Sasuke’s. “My roommate has a movie you’re in. Really good stuff. I can’t get my eyes off your cock whenever we’re watching it.”

 

Sasuke pushes him away with a grimace, then tries to wipe his hand clean of glitter on the table cloth. I laugh, because God, but this feels brilliant. “I think I’m a bit insulted you never looked for other movies I made.”

 

“Who says I haven’t? I guess I’m just especially fond of the one I saw you in first,” he leers at me, leaning back forward. Sasuke pushes him away again. I can’t help it. I laugh again. The kid doesn’t seem to notice a thing besides me. “Let me but you a drink.”

 

“Drinks are free,” Sasuke grouches.

 

I elbow him, “Don’t be rude to my fan.” Drinks – and food – are free for those how paid for a place tonight, but that is rather irrelevant.

 

In the meantime, the fan looks around the table. He shows no interest in Sasuke at all, but he smiles at Chouji, “You’re in it, too. In a few, actually. Who’d forget the sight of that monster, hmm? Do you two always work together?”

 

“More or less,” Chouji says, blushing. He’s actually blushing!

 

“It’s a health precaution,” I explain, wave my hand over the table of empty and half-empty glasses, “We keep it all inside the group. Safer for everyone.”

 

Gets a little awkward when someone enters a relationship. We have to ask new boyfriend or girlfriend to have all possible tests. Not to mention that we have to have our tests done what feels all the fucking time.

 

But we’re all healthy. There’s no doubt about that.

 

He looks disappointed, “So what, you’re not allowed to fuck outside of it?”

 

“Not without protection, no.”

 

“I don’t mind condoms.”

 

“Sorry,” I say. He’s doesn’t look a day over seventeen and I really want to stay here at the table, especially if Sasuke’s going to be sitting here. “I’m not interested. Flattered, but not interested.”

 

“That’s too bad,” the kid sounds disappointed again. He looks briefly at Sasuke and murmurs something, shaking his head. I feel Sasuke flinch; we’re sitting just close enough. I missed the words, though.

 

With one last wanton glance, my fan leaves.

 

“What was that? What did he say to you?” I ask.

 

Sasuke pours another shot and drinks up. “No idea.”

 

“You’re such a liar.”

 

He looks at me, “You heard him?”

 

“No,” I lean a little toward him, to remind him just how close we are sitting. “But I could feel you flinch.”

 

He pours another shot. Drinks up.

 

“Maybe you should slow down, huh?” I say.

 

“No.”

 

“It’s your fifth glass. In five minutes.”

 

“It’s none of your business, Naruto.”

 

“Fine,” I declare. “But if you start slipping under the table, I’m taking your phone and calling the first person with the same last name to come get you.”

 

I toss his coat further away, so I’d have space to move away from him and but he catches my elbow before I can. It’s not a tight grip but it keeps me in place.

 

“Do you even know my last name?”

 

He’s drunk, I think as I look back at him. He must be. He sounds… sulky.

 

“Of course,” I don’t add that I know quite a bit more than that about him. Sakura and I - sort of – borrowed his health records and other documentation for a bit. She brought it while I was lying in bed sick, to cheer me up.

 

“How come? I haven’t told you.”

 

“I don’t know. It came up, someone told me, I guess.” His fingers dig into my flesh. I can’t help myself. “Sasuke, is everything alright?”

 

“It will be soon enough.” He doesn’t let go of my elbow to pour another shot and drink it. I have no idea what to make of it. “Sakura said she’d get some rooms for the night? Let’s go.”

 

“What? Why?” I glance around, at Chouji. He shrugs.

 

Sasuke yanks me along, and I follow. At least he won’t keep up with the drinking. Neither of us takes our things. Chouji will look after them. I hope.

 

The light outside of the hall is completely different. Strong, but less violent. The hall curves to the right and the side across the door we’ve walked out from is all of windows covered with silvery gray drapes. And it smells like something very sweet, but I can’t distinguish it.

 

 A few people look at us curiously as we pass. That affects Sasuke on some level, I think. He lets go of my hand. I follow him up about a dozen of stairs that connect the hall level with the ground floor anyway. I wish I knew him well enough to figure out what was wrong, how to help him.

 

He stops so suddenly, I bump into him. I’m about to snap something along the line of ‘what now?’ when he makes a small sound. It sounds like a hiss, if you can imagine hiss sounding distressed.

 

I move to check what he’s reacting to. He’s giving a dark look to a person at the reception desk. They are turned away from us, so all I can see is a coat surprisingly like Sasuke’s and a tail of long hair falling down their back.

 

“Who’s that?” I ask and Sasuke switches that dark, unpleasant gaze to me. “What? I’m just…”

 

“Come on,” he interrupts me. I scowl but he is walking again already. Toward the desk.

 

The person there turns around as if they’re tuned to Sasuke’s presence. The physical similarity of their faces is so big that I have no choice but to conclude that I am about to meet Sasuke’s brother.

 

“You’ve followed me?” I wince at Sasuke’s harsh tone. He’s always slightly rude – it shouldn’t be that surprising. Not this much, though.

 

“You left in a huff,” Sasuke’s brother says calmly. “It was either to follow you or not see you for a year.”

 

I’m expecting Sasuke to lash out again. He looks away from his brother, as if he has lost a starting contest and pouting about it.  They are just standing there and neither speaks again. Someone brushes next to me as they walk through a narrowing at the top of the stairs and I end up standing almost between Sasuke and his brother.

 

Sasuke glances at me, brushes his hair off his face. I shouldn’t really be expecting him to introduce me, I realize; for all I know his job is a secret. He’d hardly be the first one holding it. But I linger for a moment, both because he seems unhappy to see his brother and because he had a chance to send me away and hasn’t done it. But he says nothing, so I turn to leave.

 

I don’t manage two steps before he grabs my arm, just above the elbow and yanks me back, “Where are you going?”

 

I’m confused, but I don’t hesitate to twist my arm out of his grip and elbow him – it lands on the side of his stomach. “That hurts, asshole.”

 

Sasuke doesn’t retaliate, but he does grab the ham of my shirt. It wriggles out of my pants. He keeps holding it, making sure I stay.

 

“This is my brother,” he says. I wonder shortly if he just hasn’t thought of introducing me before, or was that obvious that I didn’t care for his behavior. “Itachi, this is my coworker.”

 

I offer my hand and my name. Itachi takes it. He looks me carefully, very carefully over while still holding my hand in his. It’s making me nervous.

 

“Pleasure to meet you. Sasuke’s been avoiding to talk about his new job quite skillfully.” I bite my lip and wait. Itachi lets go of my hand. “What, exactly, you do for a living?”

I glance back. Sasuke meets my gaze, still trapping my shirt into his fingers and nods – I guess he’s allowing me to talk freely or something. I shrug, “The movie industry.”

 

Itachi seems taken aback. “The movie industry? Which section?”

 

He means, probably, if I’m an actor or do some technical parts. I could just blurt out the answer and I’m pretty sure it’d shock him, in spite of Sasuke’s nod of approval. But my slow, slightly drunken brain catches up with the situation. I feel like Sasuke is using me.

 

“You know, I don’t think you’re having this conversation with the right person.”

 

Itachi looks surprised yet again. Glancing at Sasuke, he says, “I have no choice in that.”

 

Just as I open my eyes to agree that Sasuke isn’t the easiest person around to talk to, some people ask us to move a little for them to pass. I step back. There is enough space between me and the wall behind; some people get by us. I turn back to face Itachi, when I feel a hand press against my skin.

 

I turn to look at Sasuke, but he’s glaring at someone behind me. I twist my neck further just as a warm body presses snugly against mine.

 

I groan. I’m going to have glitter all over me.

 

“Hey, kid? What d’you think you’re doing?”

 

The little fan from earlier has to prop himself to his toes to whisper in my ear, “Offering you a second chance, of course. Come on. I’m real good, I promise.”

 

My reaction is unreasonable. I shiver. He’s just a kid and I am not attracted to him. But it’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to another male body. For as long as it takes me to relax again, I actually consider saying yes. A quick fuck in a bathroom, fuck, it sounds like heaven. The possible simplicity and roughness and tightness of that offer is making my head sway as the boy breathes over my neck and strokes my hip in a very deliberate way.

 

Then I feel my shirt tighten and blink. Sasuke’s still holding onto me. I look sideways at him, pushing myself away from the boy behind me.

 

“Are you passing or not?” Sasuke says sharply when I make a step toward him.

 

He’s talking to the kid behind me, who answers with a slightly off-focus leer, “Not every day you ran into a celebrity you’d be crushing on. I have to give it a proper try.” Then he sighs, exaggeratedly, “Don’t mean to ruin your relationship or anything.”

 

Sasuke apparently has nothing to say. I can barely even think with those words echoing in my head.

 

“A coworker?”

 

The voice startles me. I expect Sasuke will let go of my shirt at least now, when his brother sounds something between amused and annoyed. He doesn’t.

 

“If I didn’t want you to meet him, you wouldn’t have met him,” Sasuke says. “There is no reason to lie to you in your face.”

 

Itachi glances pointedly to where he’s holding my shirt and exposing my hip. Sasuke shrugs, “I don’t want to him to slip away and leave me alone with you.”

 

That annoys me. I pull my shirt out of his grasp. He doesn’t let go, so I smack his fingers, several times, until he has to, “If you don’t want me to leave you alone with him, all you have to do is say so, you fucking bastard, not undress me in the middle of the hallway. No wonder your own brother doesn’t believe you.”

 

“I believe him,” Itachi says. He’s now smiling slightly. “So you’re an actor? That – fan of yours – he called you a celebrity, so I can’t help but think I am being rude by not recognizing you.”

 

“Not at all,” I say, scratching my neck. “Don’t worry about it.”

 

Itachi looks over my shoulder at Sasuke for a second. I don’t know what kind of sign Sasuke gave him, but he shakes his head, “It seems like you’re being modest. I promise I’ll look you up when I get home.”

 

I groan. “Alright,” I say. “Let’s say I am famous. But it’s not for my acting abilities.”

 

“Certainly not,” Sasuke adds, seriously. “It’s not his brains, either.”

 

Itachi raises an eyebrow at us, “Is there a joke I’m missing?”

 

“Yes,” Sasuke says. “So you’ve found me, okay. If I promise I’ll call you soon, will you leave?”

 

“If I promise not to bug you about what just happened back home, will you let me at least have a drink before I return home?”

 

“Would Sakura mind?” Sasuke turns to me.

 

I look at Itachi again. He is tall and fucking gorgeous and I’m certain Sakura would make me cookies if I encourage this. “I’m sure she won’t. One guy couldn’t make it anyway, so there is a free place at our table and everything. Come on.”

 

We return to the noise and violent lights of the hall. At the door that leads to the restaurant, I let Itachi walk in first and halt Sasuke with a hand before he can follow, “You sure you know what you’re doing? Ino is really quite famous.”

 

“Ino and Sakura were working with Itachi on a sex health campaign back in April,” Sasuke tells me with a small smirk. “He knows both of them and what they do very well.”

 

“I think you’re being a coward,” I announce. He’s been trying to let Itachi find out the truth without actually having to tell him.

 

Sasuke forces his arm out of my grip with a glare and I follow him inside, unhappy. Why Sakura never told me that she knew Sasuke’s brother? She could not have missed the last name. Or the similarity between Itachi and Sasuke.

 

Sasuke catches up with his brother and leads him to the right direction. I look at the large digital clock on the wall. It’s counting back to midnight; there’s little less than an hour left.

 

It’s stuffy inside, and unlike the first time I walked in, it’s not pleasant. I was out in the cold before. Now a came from a cool corridor where the music was only a background noise, to the throbbing clatter and screaming lights that feel like they are stabbing me in the eyes. I guess I’ve lost my partying mood sometime between Ino’s bitchiness and Sasuke’s cowardice.

 

I try to catch a sight of Sakura as I walk behind Itachi and Sakura next to the ‘dance floor’. There are a lot of people there. My eyes are watering under sudden attack from multiple fronts. I rub the smoke out of them and give up.

 

She’s at the table, I see when we draw near. She’s sitting at the bench with Ino’s head in her lap. They both widen their eyes at the sight of Itachi. He freezes, staring at them in turn. Sasuke is such an ass, I think, quite annoyed with him. He’s not even trying to make the situation easier.

 

I grit my teeth, push Itachi a little forward. His coat feels really nice under my fingers, gentle and smooth and I realize I’m leaving a trail of glitter. He glances back. I can’t say for sure in the blinking light, but I think he’s grown pale. I press into the small of his back again and he gives me a tiny nod.

 

Ino’s got up in the meantime. Sakura and she are making room for us, relocating Sasuke’s coat and the jacket I’ve never took to the wardrobe after all.

 

Itachi gets into the booth first, next to Sakura. Sasuke looks at me, but I’m in a really bad mood all of the sudden and have no intention to spend the night answering Itachi’s questions. I guess Sasuke recognizes my crossed arms and glare as determination, but he gives me a questioning look before he gets in after his brother.

 

After a few moments of awkward silence, Sakura clears her throat, “Well, it’s certainly nice to see you again, Itachi.” She glances at Sasuke for some sort of guidance, but Sasuke has already located my shot glass again and is pouring himself some of very little vodka that’s left in the bottle. 

 

I take it and knock down contains while he’s busy shutting the bottle. “We need some clean glasses. And more alcohol. What the hell happened to those waiters?”

 

I’m hopping they all got drunk and fell on their heads in a back room. Lazy bastards.

 

“I’ll go!” Ino jumps up. She gives me an uncertain smile. Sakura has knocked some sense into her. I hope she isn’t dizzy or whatever are the consequences of whatever thing she’s using. “What do you want?”

 

Itachi looks at the bottle, “Vodka is fine.”

 

Sasuke doesn’t say anything. I repeat, “Just don’t forget clean glasses.”

 

“Don’t be a jerk,” Sakura hisses at me over the table when Ino leaves. “She’s sorry.”

 

“I can be a jerk if I want to,” I grumble. “She’s a stinky cunt and she’s gained pounds and pounds of weight and you can see her roots.”

 

They all look at me, Sasuke with some amusement, Itachi with a frown and Sakura in shock.

 

“What’s got into you?” Sakura says when the shock wears off. “You’re not worried about what she said, are you? Because she didn’t mean it.”

 

I shrug my right shoulder. I’m not worried that I ‘expired’ or whatever she said. That was a consequence of having to work with someone I seriously wanted. It was because of the lack of professionalism on the set. I’m just really grumpy at the moment and warmth on my side where I’m sitting really close to Sasuke is just making it worse.

 

“She was a real bitch, though,” Sasuke says.

 

I snort, “You’re really not one to call others names.”

 

“I haven’t done anything to you.”

 

He sounds very, very neutral. I sigh. “You stole my glass. I’m not nearly enough drunk because of it.”

 

I still feel like crap but the unreasonable anger is leaving me. Wow, letting it out sure works miracles.

 

I smile at Itachi. It feels crooked, like it’s stretched over my face.

 

“Sorry. Ino and I had a little clash earlier.”

 

“But we’re okay now, right?” I look at the other side. Ino is just arriving, with a waiter. She was near enough to hear me say the last beat.

 

As the waiter is removing all the dirty and empty glasses from the table, Ino approaches from my left. I offer her a smile that feels less crooked than the one I gave Itachi and she slides between the table and the bench to sit in my lap.  Her arms cross behind my head, ice cold where I can feel them though my shirt. The breath that she breathes over my cheek is hot, though, and a little trembling.

 

I gather her close as she says, “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

 

Keeping in mind what Chouji told me, I say, “You’re not stupid enough to feel insecure about Tenten, are you?”

 

“No,” Ino says. Then, “Do I have a reason to?”

 

She needs reassurance, so I laugh out loud. “None.”

 

She nods into my neck and turns to offer a large smile to the rest of the people at the table. Itachi and Sakura are watching us. Sasuke is making a good use of the clean glass the waiter put in front of him.

 

Ino shows no intention to move. I feel comfortable with her like this for the moment.

 

“Where is everybody else?” I ask.

 

“Chouji’s just left up to one of the rooms,” Sakura tells me, following Sasuke’s example. “Tenten is still with someone, dancing. Kiba…”

 

She trails off, looking across the hall. I turn to follow her gaze and we both find Kiba.

 

“Oh, my God,” I chortle. Kiba is dancing. His shirt is missing. The bad part is, he’s doing it on top of a table and he can’t dance for shit. It’s more a – an odd swaying motion that involves getting his knees almost up to his chest and waving arms uselessly. He’s gonna tip over any second. “How much’s he had?”

 

“Way too much.”

 

“Whose phone has camera?” I demand. I don’t have one, not since Tsunade.

 

“I gave my things to Chouji to take to the room,” Ino says, twisting in my lap to laugh at Kiba.

 

“You know mine’s crap,” Sakura tells me.

 

“Here,” Itachi says. He offers me a rather large device that could, as far as I’m concerned, lunch nukes at China.

 

I pick it up carefully, holding it between my thumb and a forefinger. “Er…”

 

Sasuke snatches it from my hand, with an annoyed grumble. I have a sudden irresistible urge to say ‘poor China’ but I restrain myself, because that’d be plain stupid. Sasuke turns the thing on so easily I have to conclude he has one of those, too. Few more keys later, he points it toward Kiba. As Ino leans away to free the line of sight, I lean closer to check what Sasuke is doing. The zoom is amazing; it’s like Kiba is dancing on our table. I have to laugh again, but I push Ino off a bit.

 

“I need to take him down,” I tell everyone. “He’s risking his neck.”

 

It takes a while to convince Kiba to get off. He’s out for the count, smile on his face blissful and dreamy. Ino looks around for the missing bits of his clothes when I finally make him step down on a chair. It at least isn’t as high.

 

When I finally manage to drag Kiba to our table, Itachi stands up. Through the laughter and music and Kiba singing, he leans close to me to say, “Do keep an eye on my brother, as well. He tends not to look drunk at all right until he’s falling down the stairs.”

 

I nod, picturing Sasuke falling down the stairs with some glee and some dread. Itachi politely says his goodbyes to the group and leaves.

 

“Right,” I say when Kiba looses his balance, somehow escapes my grip and hits his hip on the table hard enough to stop singing. “Who’s helping me take this dead weight up?”

 

More than half people at the table volunteer. Sasuke doesn’t help us as we struggle down the hall and into the elevator, nor does he avoid camera when Sakura takes a few shots of the epic teamwork. There are three rooms that she booked for us, lined up at the side of the hotel that looks at the endless collage of rooftops and bits of sky. Sakura unlocks the first one, and I drop Kiba on a bed. He’s started snoring half way up on my shoulder and landing roughly doesn’t change the steady rhythm he’s developed.

 

When we regroup to return downstairs, Sasuke is missing. I look around. He’s sitting on the second bed in the room, rubbing his temples.

 

“You’re staying, then?” I ask before closing the door, the last one to get out.

 

Sasuke looks at me, tired and pale in the yellow light from the bed lamp, “Lock up.”

 

So I lock him in the room with a snoring Kiba and catch up with the others on the way back down. We’re right on time for the final countdown. It’s the next year and I’m starting it half drunk, somewhat horny and wishing badly that Sasuke asked me to stay in the room with him.

 

Ino makes me drink and Sakura makes me dance. I catch a sight of Tenten in the crowd. It feels like there are more people than there were before. My head is light, my mind is slow.

 

There are hands around me. I tilt my head back, not surprised at the fan-boy grinning up at me, his mind obviously clouded by some sort of illegal substance.

 

“Changed your mind yet?” he says. His hand caresses my stomach, teases my right nipple. I groan. The thought of my cock up his ass is not something I can dispel right now. Not while this drunk. Not when I’ve been walking around half hard the entire evening.

 

“Yes,” I turn, wrap my arms around him. He’s wearing makeup on his eyes, I notice. It makes his eyes shine brighter – or is that something else? “Remember the rules?”

 

He takes my hand off his ass toward his pocket. I feel that it’s full something. “I’ve got condoms, I told you. The boyfriend?”

 

“Upstairs,” I scowl, displeased he’s reminding me of Sasuke. “Not a boyfriend.”

 

“Kiss me,” the kid says and I do, thinking about the key that’s in the pocket while doing it.

 

I could use one of Sakura’s rooms, but this little fling is not worth the effort, so I take him to the bathroom. His lips are soft, his body feels small under my hands and I’m drowning in glitter, but I keep kissing him right until we’re in a stall. He moans my name, grinding his hips against mine. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll remember it and feel guilty that I never asked for his name, but right now...

 

“Unbutton your pants,” I order. He does it, quickly, unsteadily; panting. His hair tickles my nose. Once his belt makes noise while hitting the tiled floor, I push him until he’s against the wall, facing it. “Lube?”

 

“Fuck, no,” he gasps, naked ass blindly seeking connection with my crouch. I indulge him, let him rub himself as he finishes. “Not tonight. Rarely need it, anyway.”

 

I hum under my breath, opening my pants. On some other night, I’d try to talk him into it. He’ll be sore for days. But maybe he gets off on it, some people do.

 

I get my cock out. He looks at it over his shoulder, soft lips open and moist. His eyes dart upward to mine, “Can I suck you off?”

 

Sure he’d get approval, he starts turning toward me, but I slam him back. I need this fuck and I do not intend to let his mouth ruin everything. He gasps at the impact and I’m sure it’s not in pain. Masochistic little slut.

 

I am just attentive enough to get some condoms out of his pocket. They spill on the floor, but I manage to keep one.  The kid’s watching me as I put it on with practiced ease despite the shaky hands and hazed mind. Once it’s in place, I stop wasting time. His ass is oddly tight for someone who doesn’t want lubricant, but he makes no noise of distress as I get the head of my cock in. It’s hot and I need to put a lot of effort into working the entire length in. Once I’m all the way inside him, I stop and listen to him breathe for a second.

 

“You okay?”

 

“You can move,” he gasps and to demonstrate the point, prompts himself up on his toes until he’s half way off and then lowers himself back on me. I hiss, steady myself against the wall and fuck him like that until he’s yelling his release that comes without either one of us touching him, and then until I get off myself. My orgasm hits me like a train, and I can’t help but shiver for a long moment afterwards.

 

“Whoa,” the kid says, voice rough and awed.

 

“Go away,” I mumble in turn. I feel dirty as I rest with a shoulder against a wall, watching him gather his clothes.

 

He’s casting glances at me. I can feel it coming and I make a face even as he says it, “Wanna see you again.”

 

“Out,” I manage in a stricter tone. “I have a boyfriend to get back to.”

 

“Well, if you get tired of him...” he leaves with that, with a tired grin and a wink. I think it might be a hint that he knows how to get to me after all, but I don’t feel up to following him with questions.

 

It takes a bit until I zip up my pants and leave the toilets myself. I’m a mess. All my reasons for saying no were valid; I should not have done this. He’s too young, for fuck’s sake. Fuck.

 

Instead of going back to the party, I take the elevator up and am in the room with a snoring Kiba and Sasuke before my brain catches up with what I’m doing.

 

It’s warm there. The lamp is still on, creating shadows on the sand-brown walls through its frosted glass. Kiba is sleeping curled into himself, like a dog, and there is a lot of space in his bed. I make my way to the bed Sasuke has chosen anyway, and push him to the side to fit in. He wakes up, looks at me as I crawl under the ugly brown blanket with him. I don’t bother undressing, just like he hasn’t.

 

“You’re covered in that shit,” Sasuke mumbles when I rest my head on the pillow finally.

 

I look down. Glitter is all over me.

 

“It’s you fault,” I accuse.

 

Sasuke shifts closer, puts his arm around me and says clearly, against the bare skin above my collarbone, “I know.”

 

I let my fingers brush the soft material of his shirt, trace the shoulder blade and muscle underneath. The clean scent of his hair when I inhale makes my fingers spasm, hold onto the cloth that’s keeping me from touching his skin freely. His breath against my collarbone turns shivery.

 

We fall asleep like that, practically entwined.

 

 

end

 

 

A/N: The truth is, I had this story on my computer since last winter. Unsuccessfully, I've been trying to add more at the end, because someone told me it felt unfinished or something like that (I can't even remember). But it was a useless effort: the story simply ends here for me. I know what you will say – yes, it's not clear why Sasuke is doing this, except I hinted that it's out of some sort of spite. And Naruto is doing it because Jiraiya was his grandfather who owned the studio and he grew up with it it and Tsunade has Alzheimer’s and Tenten had no trauma, she's just like that and so on.

 

It's not much, but I like to think it's of more use being up here than it would be hidden in a folder on my computer. I took some time to fix it as much as I could, but again, no beta – I'm sorry for that.

 

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