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“Your dick tastes like shit,” said Sasuke, spitting onto the ground.

The blond stranger who Sasuke was giving a blowjob to in the bathroom stall of a nightclub (not his worst choice of location, but not his best either) said something to him. Sasuke was already tuning him out. Not that what he was saying mattered; it was probably something along the lines of “hey that wasn’t very nice” or maybe “I thought you liked sucking dick?”

That was the thing though. No matter how many tanned, blond, dumb looking guys he picked up, none of them were ever the one he actually wanted. And then, he would find himself in the same situation over and over again where he was choking on piss-poor cocks that were too small, too fat, too ugly, too smelly—too whatever. The owner of said cocks would cling to him, wondering what they could say or do in order to get Sasuke’s pants off of him, to which the answer was always nothing, so fuck off.

It was like Sasuke never learned. This stranger was no different from the rest. He grabbed Sasuke’s hair in his sweaty fist and tried to force him to suck his dick again. The act was obviously retaliation for Sasuke’s comment on his equipment—the blond likely had confidence as small as his penis and was feeling offended.

If the stranger’s dick tasted like shit, biting it off would be even worse; so Sasuke resisted the urge to clench his teeth down on the nasty piece of flesh and punched him in the balls instead. The blond man went down, groaning and stumbling on the pants pooled around his ankle.

Sasuke glared at him. “Rule number one of hookups: if you want good head, come with a good dick.”

He didn’t waste a moment looking back on his rejected one-night stand as he unlocked the bathroom stall, made sure his appearance was acceptable, and stepped back into the throes of the nightclub.

The bass thundered against the walls, and the strobe lights flashed in red, green, blue. Drinks sloshed onto the floor leaving the path back to the dancefloor sticky and wet. People danced and laughed in a drunken stupor, grinding against everyone and anyone. No one was picky, no one was like Sasuke who only had eyes for one person, the same person who he’d watched for the past five years and still couldn’t get over.

And currently, that same person—the figure of a lean, toned, blond man—was busy grinding his hips against the ass of a random woman.

Uzumaki Naruto. Sasuke’s best friend. Roommate. The subject of every wet dream and masturbation session Sasuke had partaken in since they met. And also, because karma was the biggest fucking bitch in the history of the world, a man straight as a steel pole.

He watched as Naruto gripped his partner’s ass, tugging her closer to him, and he did that thing which always indicated he was super, super drunk—he threw his head back and tugged his bottom lip in between two sharp canines. It was both a blessing and a curse—Sasuke got a wonderful mental picture to put in his spank bank, but reality would be keen on reminding him that he would never get a chance to taste that sinful mouth. There was another awful thing that came with Naruto being drunk; the previously loud, happy, stupid blond persona was completely swapped for someone who was sex on legs, who would say the dirtiest things, and wouldn’t remember anything the following day.

Being Naruto’s roommate was hell whenever he was intoxicated.

Sasuke walked purposely towards his friend, batting away gropey touches like he was swatting flies (which in a way, he was). The taste of his bathroom tryst still lingered on his tongue. A drink was in order—preferably several, just so he could get smashed enough to pass out and not hear whatever hookup Naruto was bound to bring home.

Because he always did. Naruto was a hot commodity. People had a thing for blonds, and Naruto wasn’t only a blond—he was a sexy, aggressive, assertive blond. Chicks dug that. And just like Sasuke’s type was anyone who was remotely similar to Naruto, Naruto had a type too: big-titty goths. The instant any dark-haired female passed him wearing a choker, Naruto was checking them out, and discreetly asking Sasuke what he thought.

Each time, Sasuke had to punch his best friend and remind him that he didn’t like females because he was fucking gay.

Sasuke bypassed Naruto in favor of the bar.

“Give me your strongest drink,” he ordered.

The bartender, used to Sasuke’s order because Sasuke only ever came up to the bar whenever he wanted to get plastered, quickly drew up a glass which was 70% vodka and 30% juice. Sasuke threw the drink back, almost gagging on the alcohol, as he continued to watch the object of his five-years of pining try to shove his hard-on into his dance partner’s asscheeks.

The girl didn’t seem to mind. Sasuke didn’t blame her. If he were in her position, he wouldn’t mind either.

He slid the empty glass across the bar. “Another.”

Three mixed drinks later, Sasuke felt sufficiently inebriated to walk up to Naruto, pull him away from the girl, and ask him how much longer he was planning on staying.

“It’s only midnight!” Naruto yelled over the music. “The night’s still young!”

Sasuke pursed his lips. “I allowed you to drag me out here under the condition that we would leave together when I wanted out. And I’m here to tell you, I want out.” Sasuke didn’t mention how he was lowkey-highkey getting jealous that Naruto wasn’t grinding his hips on Sasuke and was choosing girls with voluptuous asses instead, and that he couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

Naruto slung a sweaty arm around him. Even in the darkness of the nightclub, his eyes glowed like one of those really old stars about to combust. Sasuke had learned about them once in his freshman astronomy class but his brain was failing him. The alcohol at least, was doing its job.

“C’mon Sasuke,” Naruto pleaded, choosing to talk into Sasuke’s ear instead of yelling, which was far better but also far worse, “I want to stay a little longer. Are you not having a good time? Want me to find you a dance partner?”

Sasuke didn’t want another substitute for Naruto, so no, he did not need Naruto to find him a dance partner. “No,” he said bluntly. “I want to go home.”

“Aw, fuck—Sasuke, c’mon...I’ll do the dishes this week. Like, every day. For every meal. Just stay a little longer, and then we can go.”

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. He was so stupidly whipped.

“You’re not going to remember offering this to me,” he sighed, “And I probably won’t remember either because I’ll be too smashed and busy vomiting in a toilet. But at this point in time, it's a good offer. Fine, we can stay a little longer.”

Naruto cheered, and then sneakily slid a hand down Sasuke’s waist to squeeze one of his asscheeks. “Thanks Sasuke—you won’t regret it. I promise I’ll remember!”

And then the blond idiot was running back into the crowd, leaving Sasuke with a growing erection in his pants.

This was why drunk Naruto was a pain to deal with. He never kept his hands to himself, all boundaries were rendered useless, and Sasuke was always thinking of all the different positions they could be having sex in whenever Naruto would casually touch him. It was fucking stupid.

And Sasuke was over it. If Naruto was going to squeeze his buttcheek like he owned it and go on a quest to find his next sex friend in the drunken throes of a nightclub, then so be it. Sasuke could easily find one too.

Sasuke wasn’t entirely keen on looking for another dick to suck on, but at this point, any decent-looking blond man would be tolerated. He would take him back to the apartment, ask him to fuck him from behind while he moaned into a pillow and pretended Naruto was fucking him instead, and then kick him out. His one night stands always worked out like that.

It didn’t take long for several men to saunter up to him. They all wanted to try their luck. Sasuke sipped at his beverage and ignored them through lidded eyes. They were all painfully mediocre. He wouldn’t even be able to get an erection with any of them. Pity.

Ah—but there was someone—another blond candidate, throwing sly glances Sasuke’s way. This new man and Naruto had similar physiques—tall, with just the right hint of muscle.

He would do.

Sasuke made eye contact with him and purposely traced the bow of his lip with his tongue. Like clockwork, the blond man ditched the group of people he was talking with to slide into the seat next to Sasuke.

“Hey,” he said, “You’re looking a little lonely, and I’ve been told I’m great company. Can I get you a drink?”

It was the lamest pick-up line Sasuke had heard. He briefly debated putting the entire plan in the dumpster and setting it on fire, but he was too far in, and getting rid of his new admirer would be more annoying than watching things play out. “I’m good on drinks,” said Sasuke. “But maybe you can take me out for a dance?”

The blond man eagerly led Sasuke to the dance floor and wasted no time in feeling him up, grinding against his hips with erratic thrusts. A few minutes into the dance it was becoming painfully obvious that Sasuke was no smarter than a beast—he just kept falling for the same tricks like some gag-show cartoon, and twice in one shitty evening—a new record. The man’s hands were sweaty and hot and completely detestable and it took all of Sasuke’s willpower not to just smash his heel of his shoe into the man’s toes. The man was about as suave as a cactus. As if to prove his point, Sasuke’s dance partner hooked one thumb into the waistband of Sasuke’s jeans, and that was it. Sasuke was ready to turn around and tell him to fuck off because who gave him permission to touch him, but someone had beaten him to the punch.

Naruto (since when had he gotten there?) was prying Sasuke away from the other man, eyes dangerous and territorial. “My friend here looked uncomfortable,” said Naruto. His tone was icy. “I thought I’d step in.”

“Bro—what gives? Your friend said he wanted to dance, so I gave him a dance!”

“And now, my friend wants you to fuck off, so scram.”

Naruto’s tone left no room for discussion, so with a “fuck you too, cockblocker”, the man left.

Sasuke was stuck with Naruto in a sea of people as drunken men and women jostled them together. Naruto’s hot, hot hand was still gripping his shoulder.

“If you wanted a dance, you should have just asked me,” breathed Naruto into Sasuke’s neck. “You didn’t need to pick up some baseline trash to get frisky with. I’m right here, yanno.”

Sasuke reminded himself for the umptenth time that he hated it when Naruto was drunk.

He could never resist it when his best friend put his hands on him, could only bask in the feel of skin-to-skin contact, as minimal as it was. Naruto pulled Sasuke into him so his crotch was flush with Sasuke’s jean-clad ass, and then he made that stupid porno face again, rolling his tongue over the points of his canines and Sasuke couldn’t do anything else but let his alcohol-riddled brain release his inhibitions. Naruto smelled like sweat and cologne, like musky pine needles and nature.

It was fucking hot. Naruto was always fucking hot.

Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s hands and put them on his waist. Naruto’s fingers dug into the flesh of Sasuke’s hips. Sasuke had now experienced what it was like being grabbed by Naruto, so he saved that piece of information for his next masturbation session. Being manhandled sounded pretty good. Being manhandled by an imaginary Naruto sounded even better.

They gyrated together to the pulsing music, Naruto controlling the sway of Sasuke’s hips, nose occasionally brushing against the curve of Sasuke’s neck, fingers still possessively holding onto his waist. Sasuke could understand why so many people, including himself, were drawn to Naruto—having his attention made him feel special. Being the focus of someone like Naruto was an achievement.

Naruto pressed even closer to Sasuke’s back, so Sasuke acutely felt there was no longer any space between them—however, there was the shape of Naruto’s chest against his shoulderblades, the toned muscle of his biceps, and then—

“The fuck? You hard, Naruto?”

“Woah, shit, was it that obvious?” Naruto laughed, grinding harder against him. Yep—there it was—the outline of Naruto’s erection, pressing inbetween Sasuke’s asscheeks.

And it was glorious. Sasuke had heard, after all—the walls in their apartment were thin, and all the goth girls Naruto brought over always said shit like “mm, go slower, you’re huge” and “wow, your dick can’t even fit in my mouth”. Things that always left little to the imagination that Naruto was incredibly well endowed. Sasuke only had so many dildos to play with, to shove inside him, crying out his best friend’s name as he fucked himself in a vain attempt to replicate what sex with him would have felt like—and now, Sasuke realized that none of those toys would have ever measured up to the real thing. Naruto’s erection was large and insistent—it rested firmly against the cleft of Sasuke’s ass, prodding as though indeed, Naruto would really like to fuck him.

Sasuke watched, trancelike, as Naruto ran his hands up and down Sasuke’s chest, grazing his nipples and dipping into the planes of his abs. He was feeling Sasuke up. He was totally feeling Sasuke up, and his touch was like the burn of whisky against his sweaty shirt. If Sasuke wasn’t so drunk out of his mind that it seemed like an out of body experience, he would have been moaning like a filthy whore.

He was still tempted, in fact, to moan like a filthy whore.

There was a small, quiet, rational part of his brain which protested that this was a horrible idea. Naruto was fucking plastered. There was no way he would remember any of this the next day. And Sasuke would still have to pretend like he hadn’t basically consummated clothed sexual acts with his best friend on a nightclub dance floor.

Yeah, that would hurt.

But that small rational part of his brain was soon quashed by something else—something animalistic, and greedy, and lascivious. He wanted Naruto. He had wanted him for five whole fucking years. And he was so, so close to getting what he wanted—just a taste, he really only ever wanted a taste—

Naruto grunted in his ear. “Fuck Sasuke—you’re so fucking sexy. You are so fucking sexy.”

Sasuke nearly came in his pants.

The adrenaline that rushed through him cleared him of his alcoholic stupor. He was sober as hell within a fraction of a second. His mind pieced together what was happening—Naruto grinding into his ass, Naruto’s hands on him, Naruto whispering into his ear like some sort of sex demon—this was bad. This was very, very, very bad. Sasuke should have left Naruto in the club. He should have just made do with that random blond guy from before. He should have just taken some shots of water instead of shots of vodka and maybe he would have been sober earlier enough to recognize that things were going downhill, fast, and he needed to stop or he would never be able to recover.

Sasuke quickly took Naruto’s hands off of himself and turned around. Naruto looked confused. Hot, and confused.

God, Sasuke was such a sucker for morons.

“Our time is up,” he said flatly. “We should go.”

“Oh yeah?” Naruto’s gaze was dark. “Are you saying we should go back to the apartment and continue?”

Sasuke closed his eyes. He repeated the same phrase to himself. Naruto wouldn’t remember in the morning. He wouldn’t remember in the morning. He wouldn’t remember in the morning.

“No. We are going back to the apartment, and you and I are both going to go to sleep and try not to vomit.”

“Aw, Sasuke—you’re no fun,” his friend lamented, but as Sasuke headed towards the exit, Naruto dutifully followed him. They walked the short trek back to their place, and sure as hell, Naruto was all over him, curling an arm around his waist, choosing to whisper close to Sasuke’s ear even though the music had long since faded away. Sometimes, he would get too close and his lips would brush against Sasuke’s earlobe and Sasuke would shudder, letting his imagination run wild as to how it would feel if Naruto just did it for real. He wanted to feel those sharp teeth nip against the shell of his ear, and then wanted them to scrape against other parts of his skin—preferably on the inside of his thighs, and then if that mouth could then suck on his dick, that would be amazing—

But a wild imagination was Sasuke’s downfall, it was the reason why he was able to pine after Naruto for so long. He practically hauled Naruto up the stairs, unlocked the door with one hand, and shoved his best friend into their apartment.

“No shoes,” he reminded Naruto, and Naruto groaned and reluctantly kicked off his sneakers.

“You’re such a hardass,” he complained.

“Yeah, yeah. Now drink some water and get to bed. Our hangovers are going to be killer tomorrow.”

But, as Naruto begrudgingly downed a few glasses of water and slunk into his bedroom, Sasuke could only think of the rising, pent-up sexual energy crawling inside himself. He locked the door to his own room, took a dildo out of his drawer—the largest one he could find—and swirled his mouth around it, letting his spit dribble onto his bedsheets. He moaned, sucking the head, his teeth lightly grazing against the silicone, pretending that the toy was something else entirely. Then, he was licking his fingers and shoving them into himself, the dildo shortly after, grinding his ass on the toy as roughly as he could handle it, mind supplying more realistic fantasies of the man in the room next door pounding him into oblivion.

Surely enough, Naruto didn’t remember a single thing the next day. They were both nursing horrible hangovers, but while Naruto had the uncanny ability to not recall anything that happened at the club the previous night, Sasuke recalled everything far too clearly.

It was just another bitter pill he’d have to swallow, he reminded himself. This is what he got for being Naruto’s best friend. This was the hell he would have to live through. Naruto was fresh meat and he was a lion. Though the temptation constantly dangled in front of him, daring Sasuke to touch it, Sasuke wouldn't.

Pure, agonizing torture.

Naruto walked out of the bathroom with only his boxers on and tossed a wet towel over godly tanned shoulders. “Shower’s open,” he said to Sasuke, and Sasuke could only focus his stare on the cold bowl of cereal in front of him, because if he even looked at Naruto, he would start salivating. And he was also likely to get a hard-on in the middle of their breakfast table.

“Thanks.”

“No problem—nothing like a hot shower to help with the hangover, eh?”

“Nothing quite like it,” Sasuke said dryly, “But every time you speak, my head feels like it's about to split open. Keep it down.”

Naruto waggled his eyebrows. “Sure, sure. I’ll use my quiet voice. Speaking of quiet voices, you didn’t bring anyone home last night?”

Sasuke snorted. “Sure as hell brought someone home. Your dumb ass was heavy as fuck.”

Naruto grinned. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that—but I was so smashed. Probably couldn’t even tell left from right. I knew going with you was a good idea though, because you’re always the responsible one. You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for.”

Sasuke stared pointedly at the cereal again. “Right.”

Minutes later, he fingered himself again in the shower.

He was a terrible friend.

“Fuck—Sakura, that’s way too tight—”

“Sorry, sorry—didn’t mean to pinch your skin—there, is that better?”

Sasuke ran a finger in between the choker and his neck. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Sakura had dragged him out for some avant-garde photoshoot and was in the process of fine-tuning his appearance. “We need beautiful men,” she had said in a matter-of-fact voice, “And you just so happen to be one. Think of this as me cashing in my favor for the time I let you stay over while Naruto was fucking his girlfriend all over your apartment.”

Sasuke hated owing people favors (and he had completely forgotten that incident, how nice of Sakura to remind him), so he had agreed, and now he was dressed head to toe in some black outfit with chains and leather cords that reminded him far too much of a BDSM costume from a tacky Halloween shop. He looked and felt ridiculous.

Sakura was offended when he told her. “It’s art, Sasuke. Though I wouldn’t expect an engineering graduate like you to understand.”

He wasn’t sure whatever they were doing qualified as art, but he drew the line at the suspicious black tube Sakura was uncapping. He hadn’t agreed to anything involving lipstick. The eyeliner, fine. The choker, whatever. But he wasn’t putting that on his face.

“No.”

“Please, Sasuke? It really completes the look,” Sakura said. “You can wipe it off afterwards. You owe me, remember? Can’t you do this one tiny thing for the person you owe?”

Sasuke sighed. He hated his friends. “This is far beyond what I owe you, so throw in a free week of me staying over when Naruto finds his new fuck buddy and I’ll let you put it on.”

“Deal,” she said instantly, and began smearing the dark makeup on his lips.

She was soon finished and with a flick of her wrists, deemed him presentable enough to start modeling. Sasuke did his best to follow her directions. Sakura was a completely different person behind the camera, eyes laser-focused on her subjects, taking shot after shot until she was satisfied. He felt like he was posing for a magazine photoshoot instead of for an art project. A few hours later, the sky was sufficiently dark and he seemed to have filled her quota. Sasuke was dismissed.

“We’ll give you credit when the photos are printed,” she said smiling like the cat who got the cream, “Feel free to change back. Your clothes are in that pile over…” Her face fell. “Oh shit.”

Sasuke followed her line of sight. He quickly discovered what had made her look so remorseful.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

His immaculate stack of clothing was now happily absorbing a pool of white paint. Sakura rushed over and lifted the tipped paint can from the floor. “Fuck—I’m so sorry Sasuke, some idiot must have kicked it by accident while we were shooting—I keep telling them to hammer down the lids—”

Sasuke sighed. It couldn’t get much worse than it already was. “It's fine. Throw the clothes in the trash, no amount of washing is going to get the paint out. At least I’m not naked. I’ll just go home and change there.”

Sakura looked apologetically at him. “I’m really sorry Sasuke—let me know how much your outfit cost, and I’ll pay you back.”

Sasuke shrugged it off. “It’s really fine. Just throw in another extra week of hospitality at your place and we’ll call it even. I’ll give your costume back to you tomorrow.”

He walked back to his apartment feeling like a complete fool—he had just managed to scrub most of the makeup off his face, but being dressed in something so obviously not his style was off-putting. He attracted enough stares as it was—now those lecherous looks had multiplied tenfold, and Sasuke was on high alert. Any time he felt anyone’s gaze settle on his body—male or female—he shot them a withering glare.

By the time Sasuke finally reached his apartment he was mentally exhausted. He was beyond ready to take off the ridiculous outfit. Too many people had gawked at him, had stared unabashedly as he headed down the streets. At least he wouldn’t have to embarrass himself any further—Naruto said that he would be out drinking that evening and wouldn’t be back till later. Thankfully he hadn’t asked Sasuke to join him. If his blond roommate saw him dressed as he currently was, he would not only have a laughing fit, but also would never let Sasuke live it down.

After fumbling with the lock on the door, Sasuke hastily kicked off his shoes and strolled into the kitchen for a well-deserved glass of wine. Maybe several glasses.

“Woah—hey there sexy. Is that a choker?”

Sasuke froze. He turned, almost robotically, to see the last person he expected to see at the kitchen table—Naruto, surrounded by a half-empty bottle of whisky and several cans of beers, appreciatively checking Sasuke out like he was a Michelin-star hors-devours.

“I thought you were supposed to be out drinking,” Sasuke said.

“Yeah, but Kiba bailed last minute, so I decided to just have a mini drinking party at home. And I’m sure as hell glad I did. You’re looking like a snack, Sasuke. And I wouldn’t mind taking a bite,” Naruto grinned, running his tongue over his teeth, and Sasuke’s dick hardness went from zero to one hundred. He wanted Naruto to take a bite too. Hell, he wouldn’t mind if Naruto fucking ate him whole.

Naruto set down his glass and stalked over to Sasuke, hand reaching out without hesitation to touch Sasuke’s chest. His fingers lingered on the choker, rolling the fabric under his thumb, and Naruto whispered lowly, “You look good like this, Sas.”

Why? Why was it so hard to just be Naruto’s fucking friend? Sasuke was constantly put in these torturous situations, constantly being forced to endure Naruto in a drunken state, putting his hands all over Sasuke, and Sasuke would always, always be the better person and not give in, content to just fuck himself on his fingers and toys. Naruto could be offered to him wrapped up on a silver platter and Sasuke still wouldn’t take him.

Sasuke swallowed. “Naruto, you’re drunk out of your fucking mind.”

“Yeah I am, or else I wouldn’t have the nerve to touch you like this,” said Naruto. “Let me touch you, Sasuke.”

Sasuke dragged every ounce of his willpower together. He wouldn’t take advantage of Naruto’s offer if he was drunk. If he was drunk, it wouldn’t mean anything. Sasuke wanted Naruto to want him when he was sober, when Sasuke wasn’t dressed up like a fucking goth and was wearing what he normally was. Naruto was just attracted to him because of his outfit, not for any other reason.

It seemed as though Sasuke would be spending another lonely night with his dildos.

“Hands off, Naruto,” he said. “You’re not touching me when you’re trashed.”

“So if I’m not trashed you’ll let me?”

Sasuke closed his eyes. His patience was wearing dangerously thin. He reminded himself that he needed to be a good friend, biting his tongue so hard that it hurt. Giving in to Naruto’s sex-filled demands while he was drunk was not good friend behavior. Wanting to pull Naruto’s sweatpants down so he could suck his dick was not good friend behavior. Wanting Naruto to eat out his asshole while giving him a handjob was not good friend behavior.

“Naruto—I’m not going to have this conversation right now. Not dealing with this shit. If you can remember any of this tomorrow—literally, any of this exchange—we can continue then,” Sasuke said. “But for right now, I want to change out of this stupid-ass outfit and get to bed.”

“It’s not stupid though,” said Naruto, completely ignoring Sasuke’s earlier statements, “You look so fucking hot. I’ve always wanted to see you in a choker. Hey—if I bought you a choker, would you wear it for me? I think you’d look good in something thick, with leather. And then, it would be like you belonged to me. I like the feeling of you belonging to me, Sasuke.”

Sasuke’s mind came up with a very useful fantasy of Naruto choking him and asking him to call him daddy as he spread Sasuke’s legs as far as they could go. If Sasuke wasn’t hard five seconds ago he certainly was now—but he would indulge in that dream another time. Right now he needed to focus his energy on staunchly refusing Naruto’s advances so he wouldn’t feel guilty for fucking his drunk best friend.

“I’m going to take this outfit off and go to bed. You’re not going to remember any of this tomorrow,” Sasuke reiterated sternly, “And I don’t want you to do anything you might regret, so you should go to bed too. If you needed a reminder—I’m gay as hell so you coming on to me like this is really testing my patience.”

“Yeah, but what if you just gave in?” asked Naruto, going back to moving one deliciously tanned hand up Sasuke’s chest, “I wouldn’t mind one bit if you just gave in. In fact—I think I’d like it a lot.”

...Sasuke was not a religious man. But, at that moment, he prayed to whatever gods were watching over the world that he would have enough self-restraint to resist Naruto coming on to him, because Naruto was most definitely the devil. The golden poster-child image of happiness and purity was all a ruse. Naruto’s true self, relieved of the constraints of logic, was sexy, seductive, and tempting, and Sasuke wanted to yield to it, take Naruto’s hand and put it on his crotch, wanted to smash their mouths together and shove his tongue down his throat, wanted Naruto’s everything and anything.

Sasuke was thirsty, and Naruto was a nice, tall, glass of water.

But Sasuke was also the smarter of the two. He knew that when Naruto began to lean in, when his delectable lips got close to Sasuke’s, when his hand teased against the collar Sasuke was wearing and left heated strokes against his skin, that he needed to separate himself.

It would be like ripping off a bandaid, Sasuke thought to himself. A bandaid that had the strength of industrial duct tape.

He took a breath and wrenched himself away from Naruto. He looked his blond, blue-eyed roommate in the face, and said slowly and clearly, “I’m going to bed. Don’t follow me.”

Naruto, obedient even when inebriated, didn’t follow him. Sasuke shut the door to his room and put a chair in front of it for good measure, because there was still a part of him that wanted to turn back and jump Naruto’s bones, friendship and good decisions be damned. The chair would at least form some sort of obstacle to prevent him from doing it.

Sasuke mentally patted himself on the back and simultaneously hated himself for not giving in. The image of Naruto’s sultry smile, the way he had hungrily watched Sasuke in the kitchen, the way he had touched him hot and aggressively, fueled Sasuke’s inner thoughts. His dick was hard. So, so hard. His asshole twitched.

Sasuke hurriedly shucked off the clothes Sakura lent him until he was wearing nothing but the choker around his neck. He looked at himself in the mirror. A wanton man, hair mussed with a face of residual eyeliner and a flushed and hard cock stared back at him.

Sasuke swallowed and wet two of his fingers generously with saliva. How many more times, he wondered, would he have to deal with this? How many more times would he have to pleasure himself after being thoroughly played by Naruto? How many more blonds would he have to hook up with to just give himself a semblance of the taste Naruto would offer?

How many? And for how long?

Sasuke pushed his fingers inside himself, scissoring to stretch himself out. It felt good. The burn was nice and needed. He watched himself in the mirror, watched his other hand stroke his cock, twisting up and down the length as he continued to grind against his digits. If it had been Naruto holding him, the fingers inside him would have been calloused. Naruto would have known Sasuke liked it rough, would have fingered his prostate and given him a handjob at a punishing pace, stopping again and again until Sasuke pleaded for him to let him come. Then, Naruto would grin and make that sexy face Sasuke liked so much as he nipped against the skin of his neck and licked the shell of his ear all the while Sasuke writhed in pleasure against his hold.

After a while, Naruto would slide his own hot cock inside him, would push Sasuke down into the mattress and fuck him with his hips slapping against Sasuke’s ass, and Sasuke would moan and ask him to go harder, faster, until he felt every thrust in the tip of his own dick. When he got close, Naruto would pull Sasuke up by the choker around his neck and say in that low, dangerous voice, “Look at yourself in the mirror Sasuke, look at how pretty you are, such a good boy” and hit his prostate with his dick over and over and over—and Sasuke would watch himself as he got pounded into relentlessly, watch until he came in white streaks over his bedsheets, Naruto’s name on his tongue.

Sasuke’s panting faded into regulated breathing as he wiped the evidence of his fantasy with tissue paper and tossed it in the trash bin. His imagination was getting too good. If it continued this way, things would get dangerous.

Everything came to a head during Sakura’s art exhibition several weekends later. She had excitedly called up Naruto and Sasuke to explain that the reception to her photos had been instrumental in landing her an internship at a prestigious fashion magazine. If all went well, the internship would translate to a full time offer. The exhibition was just the icing on the cake.

“They love my work,” she gushed over the phone. “Sasuke—since you were the subject of their favorite group of photos, I know they would be so excited if you showed up to the exhibition. And I’ve been meaning to show Naruto anyways, so if both of you would come I would be so grateful.”

“As long as I don’t have to dress up like a goth again,” Sasuke said.

Naruto looked at him oddly. “Since when did you dress up like a goth?”

Sasuke wondered why he never kept his fucking mouth shut when it mattered. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll see you guys at 7pm,” said Sakura’s voice over the phone, “No need to wear suits or anything, just come as yourselves. Later!”

Sasuke and Naruto showed up at the exhibition on time, which had really been a hassle considering Naruto had been parading around the apartment asking which outfit Sasuke liked better: a t-shirt and skinny jeans, or a t-shirt and super skinny jeans. Sasuke had just sighed and said either was fine, and done his best not to stare at Naruto’s junk.

Champagne was being passed around like free candy. Sasuke took a glass and made sure that Naruto wouldn’t drink more than he could handle. He didn’t need Naruto deciding that the best way to celebrate Sakura’s success also involved a visit to a nightclub. That had already happened far too many times for his liking.

Sasuke’s pictures were blown up and hung in a special section of the room. The black and white images contrasted against the worn brick interior, and had already attracted a bit of a crowd. Sasuke looked angsty and fragile in the snapshots, fingernails bitten in between his teeth, grungy eyeshadow making his eyes even darker than they already were. The various leather cords dangling from his body, combined with the choker around his neck, created something sexy and intense. It was a weird feeling seeing himself in Sakura’s photos. It was an even weirder feeling seeing people admire them.

Sakura sidled up to him. “Not bad, huh?”

Sasuke shrugged. “Better than I was expecting.”

She punched him lightly on the arm.

Naruto was looking at the photos too, something unreadable in his face. Sakura seemed to have picked up on it too, because she asked, “You don’t like them, Naruto?”

Naruto’s voice came out strained and he had to clear his throat several times before responding. “No—no, they’re great Sakura! Very different from your usual stuff, for sure. I just—I guess I just wasn’t expecting Sasuke to look like that, is all.”

Sasuke frowned and crossed his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Uh—I guess—the black on you is just kind of uh…”

“Spit it out, Naruto. If you’re going to make fun of me, this is the best chance you’ve got.”

Sakura backed away, clearly sensing an impending confrontation. “I’ll leave you guys alone then—don’t really want to get caught in the crossfire, so I’ll see you guys when the exhibition’s wrapping up.” She ducked out.

Sasuke ignored the fact that Sakura essentially left him to fend for himself. Naruto still hadn’t answered why he didn’t like Sasuke’s photos.

Not that Sasuke was dying to stand up for himself, but if Naruto had an issue with how he looked, maybe he could get over him sooner.

“Well?” Sasuke prodded, “What have you got to say?”

“Nothing, you asshole—why you gotta be so defensive about some pictures?”

“I’m just asking since you seem to have a problem with them.”

“I don’t have a problem with them, you’re just making shit up.”

“Then what’s with all the judgmental looks?”

“I’m not being judgmental!”

“Like hell—you’ve been giving the photos the stink-eye since you saw them—”

“—You’re the fucking stink-eye here—”

“—Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt—would you happen to be the model in the photos?”

Sasuke turned around. A blond man with a toothy smile was greeting him with an outstretched hand. What was with Sasuke and his luck with blonds nowadays? He tentatively shook the man’s hand and gave Naruto a side glare that clearly said their conversation wasn’t over yet. “Yeah, I’m him,” he said, “As if it wasn’t obvious.”

The man laughed. “No, no—it was obvious, I just wanted to find a way to chat with you. I’m with Taka Take, the fashion magazine that Sakura will be interning at—I loved your photos.”

Sasuke nodded, wondering for how much longer he would have to make small talk. He settled for saying, “Thanks. Nice to meet you.”

Naruto grumbled something under his breath.

“Nice to meet you as well! I must say, I was a bit nervous to strike up a conversation with such a good-looking man as yourself, but thought we could find some topics we have in common,” the man said, “Such as how great you looked in that outfit. I’d love to chat to see what other clothes you might consider for your next shoot.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. Was the guy...hitting on him?

The man shot him another winning smile.

Oh yeah. He was definitely hitting on him.

Well, Sasuke hadn’t gotten dicked in a while, the guy was decently cute, and was blond, so he didn’t have much to lose. From the corner of his eye, Sasuke noticed Naruto’s face was as blank as a whiteboard. Well, if Naruto wasn’t going to play the role of his savior like he had back at the nightclub, Sasuke might as well have some fun with it. Sasuke decided to humor the stranger and gave him a sly smirk. “Sure, we can talk. In...private?”

The man’s face lit up. “I’d love that.”

Yeah, Sasuke thought, I bet you would.

Naruto had been standing, watching the exchange, expression morphing from blank to something strange. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “You okay if I go talk with him for a bit?” He wasn’t asking permission, it was just as a common courtesy.

“Sure,” said Naruto stiffly, “No problem. I’ll just be...hanging around, I guess.”

The blond man put a hand at the small of Sasuke’s back, gently maneuvering him towards a less crowded area of the exhibition. Sasuke let himself be moved. He didn’t mind the initiative. And when the man pressed another glass of champagne into his hand, he didn’t think twice about drinking from it.

“You know,” the man said, slowly letting his hand wander down from Sasuke’s waist down to his ass, “I like people like you, Sasuke. People that aren’t afraid to show what they’re really like behind the camera.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I mean, you like it, don’t you? Showing off your sexiness, even behind those clothes. Wearing straps. Wearing leather. Potentially even—dare I say—being dominated by other men?” At that, he squeezed one of Sasuke’s buttcheeks. Sasuke tried not to roll his eyes.

“You would have done better without the cheesy lines,” he said. “I talked to you because I wanted to get railed. But if you’re going to recite these fake porn quotes you can take your dick elsewhere. Not interested.”

The man laughed. “Wow, aggressive—I like that. Feistiness is attractive in its own way. But there’s something rewarding about taking a man like that, and breaking him down...I prefer my partners to be a bit more subdued.”

Sasuke snorted. “Then you’ve chosen the wrong guy.” He took the man’s hand off his ass. The man let go, but then grabbed Sasuke’s wrist with a grip much stronger than Sasuke was anticipating. It was annoying. Sasuke hated clingy men. He narrowed his eyes. “What the hell do you—”

The man began dragging Sasuke towards the restroom. Sasuke considered fighting back right then and there, but that would draw negative attention and this was Sakura’s exhibition. This man could be her potential boss, or could have some connections to higher ups he didn’t want to piss off (really, what kind of place was Taka Take? If they were filled with sleazeballs like this guy, maybe Sakura should reconsider her engagement there), so Sasuke let himself get dragged, figuring he could just kick the guy’s ass in the men’s restroom.

Sasuke was strong. He had beat up his fair share of men who wouldn’t leave him alone, had forcibly kicked out others that wanted to overstay their welcome in his apartment, had wrenched plenty of hands away from his ass in the middle of the dancefloor. But this guy was also strong. And unfortunately for Sasuke—was stronger than him.

He slammed Sasuke against a bathroom stall, spreading Sasuke’s legs so he couldn’t knee him in the balls. Sasuke grunted, fighting against the blond man’s grip on his wrists, wriggling and twisting and all but ready to bite with his teeth. The man grinned. “Wow—you really are feisty. Say Sasuke—you looked pretty ready to fuck a while ago—what happened?”

“I found out you were a nasty piece of ass, so I was forced to reconsider,” Sasuke spat.

“Aw, don’t say that. Hurts my feelings. You know, I’ve always had a thing for cute guys like you,” the blond mused, seemingly unaffected by Sasuke struggling beneath his hold. “Guys like you act like they don’t want it, but secretly enjoy being dominated. I could be a good dom for you, Sasuke. I can tell you like it rough.”

“I’m not into BDSM with you, you fucking twat—!”

“Oh, but I could help transition you. If those photos were any indication, you’d look so good wrapped up in leather.”

This guy was a pervert. A disgusting, loathsome, piece-of-trash pervert. Sasuke caught him by surprise with a well aimed headbutt, smashing his forehead against his without hesitation, and when the man stumbled backwards, Sasuke lifted one knee and crushed it against the man’s groin. Sasuke’s victim collapsed like a house of cards, clutching his balls and groaning.

Sasuke’s forehead was going to be bruised but it was a small price to pay. He towered over the blond and ground the heel of his boot dangerously close to the man’s crotch.

“I’m going to call security,” said Sasuke menacingly, “And I’m going to get you fucking banned from this place. And if you even think about retaliating against me by doing anything to Sakura, I’ll report your ass to the police for sexual harassment. Is that understood?”

The man groaned again.

“Good. Nice talk.”

Sasuke strolled out of the restroom, trying to spot a security guard. What he didn’t expect was spotting Naruto instead, loitering near the entrance of the men’s room, looking beyond pissed.

“Why the long face?” Sasuke said, walking up to his friend.

Naruto didn’t look him in the eye. “Did you have your fun in there?” he asked, pursing his lips.

“What?”

“That guy practically dragged you into the bathroom. Couldn’t even have waited for the exhibition to end before you sucked someone else’s dick?”

Oh. So they were playing the retaliation game now? Sasuke hadn’t been notified.

He felt a flare of anger rise up inside him. Naruto thought he had been pulled into the restroom because he couldn’t keep it in his pants for a few hours. The idea was insulting. “Oh yeah, like that’s stopped you before,” he retorted. “A few weeks ago at the club you were dry humping that girl’s ass like a fucking dog. Who and where I have my fun with is none of your business, Naruto.”

“I never said it was!” Naruto hissed.

“Oh yeah?” sneered Sasuke. “Then stop acting like it is, okay? In case you didn’t know, I don’t belong to you. We’re friends and roommates. That’s it. Now stop making a scene at Sakura’s exhibition.”

Naruto clamped his mouth shut and looked away. His jaw was set in a hard line. Good, thought Sasuke bitterly, shaking his head and walking away, Naruto seemed to finally recognize that he wasn’t in a position to tell Sasuke what to do. Who was he, anyways, to start acting all protective and interested in Sasuke’s personal sex life? Sasuke always fucked whoever he wanted, and it never bothered him before. And, Sasuke didn’t need Naruto leading him on and giving him false hope about their relationship, because Sasuke got enough of that as it was—each time Naruto was drunk he became the biggest flirt, and Sasuke was always resisting his advances because even though he was the thirstiest bitch in the world for Naruto’s dick, above all that he was a good friend.

Sakura sensed the tension between the both of them but didn’t say anything.

Sasuke got hit on more at the exhibition. Just to spite Naruto, he did some mild flirting of his own—gently brushing against people’s hands, sending coy smiles and conversing in hushed whispers. From the place he was standing he could see Naruto’s posture getting more and more stiff—he was clenching the stem of the champagne glass so tightly his knuckles were white. Sasuke felt some sort of savage satisfaction.

At the end of the night, Sakura drove them both home, shooting worried glances in her rearview mirror. “You guys okay?” she asked tentatively.

“Peachy,” said Sasuke curtly.

Naruto just huffed.

Sakura sighed and continued to drive. “I don’t know what happened at the exhibition, but...try to get along, okay? You’re both my best friends, and I don’t want anything to damage your relationship. Remember, communication is key.”

“Yeah,” said Naruto, “If only Sasuke was a little better at communicating, maybe we wouldn’t be fighting right now.”

Sakura groaned and made a left turn. They were almost back at the apartment. “I am not getting pulled into another one of your arguments. Wait till you get back to continue this,” she said.

Thankfully, Naruto didn’t say anything else and just glared out the window. Sasuke continued to fume in the back seat, so many insults just waiting to be unleashed, dancing on the tip of his tongue because Naruto was being a fucking asshole and Sasuke wasn’t going to stand for it. Sakura finally pulled up to the curb, and said, “If either of you two need me, give me a call, but I’m not playing mediator between you. I’m going to leave now. As a warning to you both: no punching, no smashing game consoles, and no breaking of glassware. I’ll check in with you tomorrow morning.” And then with a shake of her pink hair, she drove off.

Now alone with the object of his irritation and sexual desires (right now though, he was pissed beyond belief, so Naruto’s attractiveness wasn’t even on the radar) Sasuke stomped up the stairs, seething. He unlocked the door with more force than usual, not bothering to hold it open. He heard Naruto follow him inside, and once the door slammed shut, Sasuke whirled around, all the nasty vitriol bottled up inside him eager to explode.

Naruto, in a rare bout of emotional anger, exploded first. “What the hell is your deal?” he yelled.

“Oh?” Sasuke said, just as harshly, “I thought I could do whatever I wanted because I’m a grown ass adult and I don’t need my fucking roommate parenting me like I’m twelve—was I wrong? You didn’t seem to care at all before, so let me ask you this—what in the world is going through that moronic head of yours to make you think that you can tell me what to do?”

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do,” said Naruto through gritted teeth, “I just don’t want you hooking up with fucking sleazeballs every chance you get. If you haven’t noticed, people are always watching you like you’re a piece of meat—! I’ve had to fight tooth and nail to get those guys off you till this point, and you keep seeking them out anyways. And why do they all have to be blond, huh? Are you just trying to rub something in my face?”

Sasuke wanted to say that yes, he really was trying to rub something in Naruto’s face, namely his genitals, but he was still angry, and anger charged his next words like wind fanning a fire. “They are all blond because if it wasn’t already obvious, that’s my type, moron! Just like dark haired goth girls with huge tits are your type! You’re a fucking simp for those girls, and you know it! Was that why you were acting so weird at Sakura’s exhibition, huh? Seeing your best friend’s picture of him dressed up like one of your perverted goth fantasies got you feeling some kind of way?”

“I’m not a fucking simp for goths!”

“Oh please. Spare me,” spat Sasuke. “You purposely seek out goth girls with raccoon eyes and fishnet stockings every time we go out clubbing. Every girl you’ve ever brought back here has looked like that! If that’s wrong, say it to my face—tell me that you’re not attracted them and I’ll drop it.”

Naruto stared at the ground. Sasuke snorted and shook his head. “See? Can’t even admit that. Jesus Naruto, if I’d known you would have been so weirded out by the photos I just would never have volunteered!”

“You’ve got it all wrong!” Naruto yelled back, “The pictures were fine—it wasn’t about those at all! If you could just stop jumping to conclusions, maybe you would have noticed that, but shit, Sasuke—you’re such a fucking idiot. Give the university your engineering degree back!”

Sasuke paused. The idiot was calling him an idiot, and that was kind of sobering. Sasuke was angry, but not angry enough for it to cloud his judgment, and his mind quickly went into calculation overdrive. He didn’t have to do much mental gymnastics to come to a conclusion. If Naruto was saying what he thought he was saying (aside from insulting Sasuke’s intelligence, which he would revisit at a later date), it meant that…

“...You liked my photos?”

“Yeah, and let’s get one more thing straightened out, you jerk—I’m not running my ass trying to find goth chicks to fuck because I like goth chicks. You know who else has dark hair and dark eyes who’s not a goth?”

Sasuke blinked.

No. That was dumb as fuck. There was no fucking way.

All at once, Sasuke was too warm because no this could not be happening but maybe it was and if it was, he really needed to verify it before he lost his nerve.

“...You’re simping after those girls because they... look like me?”

“Oh, finally,” groaned Naruto sarcastically, “Mr. Straight-A student finally gets it! Congrats Sasuke, here’s a gold star for your efforts. Jesus, was me hitting on you literally every single time I was drunk not obvious enough for you? Now if only you’d stop picking literally every single blond guy except for me, I wouldn’t have to simp after you like a fucking loser!”

Sasuke’s heart was racing a mile a minute. This was the last thing he expected to happen—if he was being honest with himself, he was expecting him and Naruto to have a big blowout fight, him then retreating to his room and fucking himself senseless on his dildos because Naruto was always so hot when he was angry, but this was entirely out of left field and Sasuke was in a rare situation where he didn’t know how to react.

Naruto was still hot when he was angry though.

“Well,” Sasuke said, choosing his next words carefully, “Why do you think I keep picking blond men to fuck, Naruto?”

Naruto threw his hands up into his hair exasperatedly. “Because you’re trying to spite me Sasuke—you already mentioned blond men are your type, so the only logical conclusion would be because you want to watch me suffer.” He groaned into his hands. “Seriously, Sas—you’re picking every single blond guy except me. What the fuck?”

“Have you ever thought about why blond men are my type?” asked Sasuke.

Naruto rolled his eyes. “No, I’m too busy wallowing in self pity because even when I’m practically feeling you up, you push me away in favor of some guy who bleaches his hair with stuff from a box. Enlighten me, Sasuke. Why are blond men your type?”

“Because they look like you,” said Sasuke.

Naruto blinked. “What?”

“Because they look like you,” Sasuke repeated.

“Wait—hold up—you like me?”

Sasuke thought, not for the first time in his life, that he was morosexual. He had a thing for dumb men—or maybe, he just had a thing for dumb men that were Naruto. And right now, he was more attracted to Naruto than he had ever been in his life—his blond roommate gawked like Sasuke had just announced he was renouncing dick in favor of pussy, and the look was so endearing that Sasuke just sighed, stripped off his sweater, and said in a pained voice: “Naruto, you’re so fucking stupid.”

“What? No I’m—”

Naruto was cut off from his retort because Sasuke chose that opportune moment to walk over, grab Naruto by the blond hair that he loved so much, and smash their mouths together.

Naruto was a fantastic kisser. There were teeth involved. Sasuke loved it, loved feeling the prick of Naruto’s canines against his lips, because he was being devoured—Naruto, once he realized what was going on, had grabbed Sasuke’s chin in his hand and shoved his tongue down his throat. There was so much tongue involved Sasuke was basically lapping at Naruto’s mouth, but he didn’t mind because he was hard as hell and his erection was tenting in his pants and pressing against his stomach, and if things were progressing like he thought they were then Sasuke was about to get the best lay of his life.

Naruto ran his tongue against the roof of Sasuke’s mouth and coaxed a moan from his throat. Sasuke had always imagined what kissing Naruto would feel like, had watched the way Naruto’s lips had moved so many times, and now knowing that his crush of five years had been pining after him too just made the kissing that much better. Sasuke grappled at Naruto’s shoulders, felt the muscles flex under his shirt, and hotness coiled within his belly.

He wanted it. He wanted Naruto. He wanted Naruto more than anything.

“Fuck, Sasuke—” panted Naruto, cupping Sasuke’s face in his hand before diving in for another kiss, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, how much I’ve just wanted to knock on your door and pounce on you and fuck you senseless—”

“Then do it,” said Sasuke, “Do it, just fuck me, fuck me—”

Naruto wasted no time in dipping his head lower to lick at the base of Sasuke’s throat, and a brief thought fluttered against Sasuke’s mind—if Naruto was as good as sex as Sasuke thought he was, and Sasuke was good at sex too, then when they fucked it was going to be mindblowing.

Naruto was as aggressive as Sasuke thought he would be. He instantly started sucking a hickey into Sasuke’s flesh, biting hard enough to bruise. The image of Naruto marking him, of making Sasuke his for real this time—only served to turn Sasuke on even more. He imagined love bites down his chest, in the inner points of his thighs, on his hip bones, marked wholly and completely by Naruto’s possessiveness.

“I always thought you were straight,” Sasuke said as Naruto licked up and down his neck and grabbed a fistfull of Sasuke’s ass through his jeans.

“Nah, just a lot easier to find goth girls than goth guys,” said Naruto, squeezing Sasuke’s butt firmly. “But there’s no one that can quite match up to you—god, seeing you that night after Sakura’s photoshoot in that choker—you nearly killed me, I swear I almost knocked down your door when you left me high and dry—”

“I was trying to be responsible and not take advantage of you when you were drunk,” explained Sasuke, swearing again when Naruto moved a hand away from his ass to feel up his shirt, “But now I see maybe I should have just given in to begin with, we could have been fucking for at least a year if I was just a worse person—”

“Yeah, your morality was such a pain in the ass—”

“—I’d rather you start being a pain in my ass—”

“Fuck—Sas—”

And then Naruto was stripping him all the way, and Sasuke was stripping him too, and the musky smell of Naruto’s cologne was emanating off his tan body in waves and Sasuke drank it in, drank in the scent of desire and sex and everything he could have ever wanted. Naruto seemed keen on just continuing their sexual exploits in the front entrance of their apartment, but Sasuke didn’t want to be fucked on wooden floorboards, so he grabbed Naruto’s wrist and dragged him into his room.

The instant they crossed the doorway Naruto pinned him against the door and plastered their chests together, going back to making out with Sasuke while unbuttoning his jeans. Sasuke liked that Naruto could multitask. It would make their future night time activities much more enjoyable. But then, Naruto slid his hands up and twisted Sasuke’s nipples, and Sasuke’s penis twitched violently.

Naruto chuckled against his mouth. “I knew it. You like it rough. Have you ever been spanked before, Sasuke? I could spank you over my lap while fingering you—or, maybe spank you while I’m fucking you nice and slow, and make you beg and beg to come—I’ll leave it up to you to decide.”

“Both,” Sasuke panted, “I choose both—now less talking, more kissing.”

Naruto happily obliged. They were kissing so vigorously that Sasuke felt saliva drip down his chin—it was so hot, so so hot—and Naruto was dragging Sasuke’s jeans down, which was proving a bit difficult because Sasuke’s erection was making it more work than usual, and Sasuke was palming Naruto through his pants too, and Naruto was thick and hard and Sasuke couldn’t wait to just ride that dick until he orgasamed at least three times.

But, first things first—he needed a taste. He needed to know what his dick tasted like, needed to feel its weight pressing against his tongue, needed to suck his member till semen shot down his throat. Sasuke broke away from the kiss and unbuttoned Naruto’s pants, dragging them along with Naruto’s boxers down. Naruto’s dick, Sasuke discovered, was so much better in real life than in his dreams. It was flushed red, and dripping precome, and Sasuke immediately knelt down and put his lips around it.

God. What those girls had said was true. Naruto couldn’t fit in his mouth. Sasuke had regrettably given a lot of blowjobs in search of a cock that could replace Naruto’s, and now he truly understood why none of them ever measured up. None of them could have been as thick, tasted as salty and delicious, felt as hot as the one currently filling his mouth. He wanted to gag on it. He wanted to choke on it. He wanted Naruto to grab his hair and fuck into his mouth until he came, and then Sasuke would swallow and suck until Naruto was so hypersensitive that he would groan and say “fuck baby, that’s so good, but you gotta stop”.

It would be sublime.

Naruto was already groaning above him, hands winding themselves in Sasuke’s hair as he rolled his hips leisurely so that his cock consistently hit the back of Sasuke’s throat. Sasuke pulled off his boxers because they were getting sticky and he also wanted to masturbate while sucking Naruto off. He almost cried in relief when he smeared the precome that had wet the inside of his boxers around the tip of his penis, jerking himself off steadily while hollowing out his cheeks around Naruto’s cock. He licked Naruto like he was the tastiest popsicle he’d ever eaten, moaning around the shaft, gently suckling one of his balls into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue.

“God Sas, you’re so pretty down there, look so good sucking my dick—fuck, I could come like this—” Naruto said reverently, and Sasuke looked up and found Naruto watching him with lust-filled eyes, face flushed and a predatory grip on his hair. “You’re such a good boy, Sasuke, so good, so good,” Naruto continued, hips thrusting a little harder now, and this time Sasuke did gag, but he liked it, didn’t mind gagging around Naruto’s massive dick because he had been dreaming about doing just that for so long.

Naruto pistoned in and out of his mouth, apparently mesmerized by the way Sasuke blew him, spit rubbing against his cheeks and trickling down his neck. Sasuke rubbed his own dick faster.

He wanted it. He wanted Naruto to jizz into his mouth, then take his come and stuff it up Sasuke’s ass as he fingered him to completion, he wanted to come, he wanted Naruto to come—

As though he read his mind, Naruto wrenched himself out of Sasuke’s mouth, grinned and said, “I don’t want to come just yet though. Too many things I’ve been wanting to do to you. Still haven’t fucked your ass yet,” and then he was lifting Sasuke off the floor and throwing him on the bed. The back of Sasuke’s head hit the pillows.

Naruto crawled over him, both of them now fully naked, and instantly forced Sasuke’s legs apart. Sasuke, fully exposed now, took pleasure in watching Naruto check him out.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“You have no idea,” said Naruto. And then, he was suckling on Sasuke’s nipples and while simultaneously giving him the most amazing handjob—the onslaught of Naruto’s attention on his body made heat burn in Sasuke’s abdomen. Naruto’s calloused hands provided delicious friction against his cock, he slid his fingers over the head and around the base, tugging just hard enough and fast enough to bring Sasuke closer and closer to orgasm.

Naruto wasn’t wrong when he said Sasuke liked it rough. Sasuke wanted to be manhandled, wanted to be devoured and taken. Naruto’s mouth on Sasuke’s nipples grew a little harsher, a little more aggressive, and the way he twisted his fingers around the nubs, pinched and plucked until they were pink and covered in his spit had Sasuke’s head spinning. Sasuke swore his dick was leaking so much that there was no need for any lube. He just kept getting increasingly more aroused.

“I need you,” Sasuke panted, sitting up to clench his teeth around the flesh of Naruto’s shoulder, “Lube’s in the drawer—I swear if you don’t heat it up on your fingers first, I’ll kill you.”

“Nah, not yet,” said Naruto, and Sasuke was about to snap back and just tell him to fucking put your dick inside me already but he was pushed back down into the bed—fuck, Naruto was strong, and getting restrained like that turned him on so much—Naruto grabbed the meat of Sasuke’s thighs in his hand and forced Sasuke’s legs back so he was bent in half, and Naruto commented with an approving tone, “You’re flexible. Good to know—will make next time even better,” and Sasuke’s mind went completely blank as Naruto kneaded his thighs with his thumbs, leaned his blond head downwards, and rimmed him.

“Fuck!” Sasuke moaned, grasping at the bedsheets because the feeling was so intense he didn’t know what else to do.

Naruto’s tongue was hot and wet and holy shit it felt so good as he licked around Sasuke’s ass, mouth sucking around his hole like he was living for this moment, and Sasuke’s dick was dripping again, smearing streaks precome on his stomach as Naruto relentlessly ate him out.

Dildos were unnecessary, Sasuke thought desperately, he didn’t need anything long, just needed Naruto’s tongue to get in, get in, get in—

And Naruto, as though he knew exactly what it was that Sasuke wanted, slid his tongue into his ass and Sasuke saw stars. The saliva from Naruto’s eager actions made his entrance smooth and slick. Naruto gripped his thighs harder, pushed him further into the mattress, and it was like Sasuke was being eaten alive, his asshole clenched and unclenched around Naruto’s tongue, shivers wracking his body as Naruto’s canines occasionally scraped against the sensitive skin of his taint.

Naruto dipped his tongue in and out of Sasuke’s hole. Sasuke was a writhing mess—no one had ever eaten him out like that before, no one had known exactly how to lick, exactly where to bite, exactly how Sasuke liked it. Hell, even Sasuke didn’t know some of the things Naruto was teaching him about his own wants.

Naruto licked a stripe from his ass to his balls. And then back down again. And then back up again. And then back down.

Sasuke’s cock twitched each time Naruto changed directions. The coiling in his belly was becoming more insistent, and if Naruto kept doing what he was doing, Sasuke was going to come untouched. He would shudder, squirting come all over himself, and maybe Naruto would indulge him in his earlier promises and spank him soundly for being so bad and coming without permission—in which case, Sasuke didn’t know if that would truly constitute as a punishment if he would enjoy it—

Naruto leaned back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Sasuke’s hands were still wrenched in a death grip on his sheets.

“Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on you eating my ass out all these years,” said Sasuke.

Naruto grinned. “Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on it too. You have such a nice ass, Sasuke.” As if to emphasize his point, he spanked a hand across one of Sasuke’s asscheeks, and the sound reverberated around the room, lewd and wet.

Sasuke almost came. His thighs shook with the effort it took to hold it back.

“Oh? You liked that, Sas?”

“Shut. Up.”

“I wonder if I could make you come just by spanking your ass,” Naruto mused.

Sasuke didn’t tell him that it was becoming an increasingly viable option with the way things were going. Naruto, if possible, grinned even wider. “Ha—I could tell you were thinking about it. Kinky, Sas. I like it. But you know what I’d like even more than that?”

Naruto leaned down in between Sasuke’s legs so their erections slid against each other, and then he stuck his tongue into Sasuke’s ear. The wetness, combined with the hot muscle, made Sasuke squirm. “I’d like to milk your prostate,” Naruto whispered darkly, and Sasuke’s cock twitched at the promise, “I’d like to tease your prostate with my cock again and again and again until your legs shake and you won’t be able to walk for a few hours. How do you feel about that? You want it?”

“Stop creating ideas and just execute them,” Sasuke replied, grinding his hips upwards, “You’ve been promising me a whole lot of—mghf!”

Naruto had stuck two of his fingers into Sasuke’s mouth, pressed down on Sasuke’s tongue so his words died in his throat. Sasuke was briefly caught off guard, but quickly realized where those fingers would go after he sucked on them, so he twirled his tongue around the digits, licking them like he had Naruto’s dick just moments before. And sure enough, after they were thoroughly coated in his spit, Naruto thrust them into Sasuke’s ass.

He had been right, Sasuke thought, that Naruto’s fingers were thicker than his, and the callouses on his fingers burned just enough to elicit the best sort of pleasure. Naruto stuck them in deep, pushing Sasuke’s leg down so Sasuke spread even wider on the bed, wriggling his fingers in search of the spot that would make him scream.

It didn’t take him long to find Sasuke’s prostate.

Sasuke swore when Naruto crooked his fingers upwards, curled them just right over that spot, then pulled out, pushed back in, brushed the spot, and pulled out again. The burn tingled through to his dick. It was a vicious, dangerous, enticing cycle. Naruto fingered his asshole hard and rough, occasionally separating his fingers to scissor Sasuke open, to warm him up for something larger, thicker, hotter.

Sasuke couldn’t wait. Foreplay was good, but he hadn’t waited five years for Naruto to tease him with fingers.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next minute,” Sasuke panted, shaking sweaty bangs away from his forehead, “I swear that the next time I suck you off I’m going to use my teeth.”

Naruto waggled his eyebrows. “But what if I like that?” he responded. Sasuke didn’t have an answer for him, could only press his back into the mattress as Naruto continued to thrust his fingers into his ass, adding a third so the stretch burned even better, setting a pace that rang of both pain and pleasure.

“If only you had been wearing that dark lipstick when you came home after Sakura’s photoshoot,” Naruto added, “I might not have let you go back to your room. Would have come onto you so strong that you wouldn’t have been able to refuse, and then I would have gotten to see that pretty mouth of yours with lipstick around my cock.”

“We can still make that happen,” Sasuke groaned, “We have time, I can just ask Sakura for the lipstick again—fuck, Naruto, right there—deeper—”

“You’d better not have been this sexy with your other hookups,” Naruto warned, spanking him hard as he acquiesced to Sasuke’s request and ground his fingers against his prostate again, “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, you understand?”

Sasuke’s ass smarted from the pain. Naruto was too good at sex, too good at dirty talking, and was still jamming three fingers into Sasuke’s hole with squelching sounds of spit and moans from Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke had no choice to agree that Naruto would be the only one, possibly ever, to see him so broken down like this, so needy and desperate.

“Yes daddy,” Sasuke gasped out.

Naruto stopped thrusting into him. The fingers inside him stilled.

...Fuck. Sasuke had messed up. That had been the wrong thing to say.

Sasuke sat up. Something like panic settled in his bones. Shit. Shit. He had crossed a line, didn’t know if that was something Naruto was into, it had just come out—

“Did you just call me daddy?” Naruto asked, voice sounding distant.

Sasuke inhaled slowly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I should have asked. It wasn’t intentional.”

There was no response from Naruto, and then Sasuke felt the bed dip to the edge and fuck, he had scared Naruto off, his one little mistake was going to make Naruto leave, and all before he had gotten his dick in his ass—but Naruto hadn’t left, rather he was reaching towards the bedside drawer where Sasuke had pointed out the lube was earlier. He was hurriedly uncapping the bottle and smearing the liquid over his dick. Sasuke watched, as though from a separate dimension, as Naruto grabbed a condom from the same drawer, ripped it open with his teeth (that was so animalistic and sexy it should have been illegal), and then inched the rubber over a cock that was swollen and throbbing. He covered that in lube too, giving his dick a few tugs, groaning low in his mouth.

Apparently, being called “daddy” had been the final straw. Sasuke had never been so grateful to have given in to that part of himself.

“Remember, you asked for it,” Naruto said, and then he was grabbing Sasuke’s hips and flipping him over so Sasuke’s face was pressed against the bed, ass fully spread in the air and ready to be penetrated. Naruto’s thumbs dug into the flesh around his backside as he pulled his cheeks apart to reveal Sasuke’s twitching hole.

He took the lube, poured a generous amount onto his fingers, heated it up just like Sasuke had asked him to, and then slowly, slowly slid them in to slick up his entrance. The noise was extremely erotic.

“The things you do to me Sas—you’re downright pornographic. It’s so fucking hot, you have no idea.”

And then finally, finally, finally, Sasuke understood what it felt like to get fucked in the ass by Uzumaki Naruto—his every wet dream, every imaginative fantasy didn’t hold a candle to what was currently happening. Naruto took his fingers out and then pushed his dick in, still careful even though Sasuke liked it rough, and Sasuke could feel every minute detail as his asshole opened wider and wider to accommodate for Naruto’s size. Sasuke was being filled to the brim with Naruto’s dick. It was hot. It burned. It was heavenly. The amount of pleasure the act was giving him was infinite, now if only Naruto would start fucking him aggressively into the bed, then things would be perfect.

The tip of Naruto’s cock brushed against his prostate almost immediately. Sasuke in a moment of delirious weakness, imagined bouncing on that dick, pushing Naruto down and taking control so he could chase his orgasm at his own pace. He could ride it—he thought feverishly—he could slide that hot cock in and out of his ass and feel the burn for hours and just edge himself until Naruto came in him and semen dripped out of his hole—but no, that could wait. Next time, he promised himself, next time he would stick that cock in him himself and tie Naruto up, and say stupid things like “Beg me to let you come,” and Naruto would erratically thrust his hips upwards as Sasuke fucked himself on that cock nice and slow, moaning “Please baby, please let me come, please”.

But not right now. That would come later. That would come at a later point in time when Sasuke had a better grasp on his emotions because right now, he was having the time of his life getting fucked on Naruto’s cock.

“God,” Naruto groaned. “Your ass is perfect Sas. It’s so...hngh. What I wouldn’t give to have you wearing a choker while I fuck you like this.” As if he was playing the part, Naruto reached around the back of Sasuke’s neck and gave it a light squeeze. Sasuke shivered.

His cock was aching. He snuck a hand between his legs to alleviate the pressure, but his actions were thwarted as Naruto batted his hand away. “Let me do it,” Naruto said, and then Sasuke was being assaulted by pleasure from three points—his ass, where Naruto was pounding into him, hips smacking his asscheeks, his dick, where Naruto was fisting his cock with a tight hand, and then his neck, where Naruto was putting just enough pressure on his throat to make feel Sasuke feel completely and utterly dominated.

Naruto’s cock hit his prostate incessantly. Sparks flitted in Sasuke’s abdomen, and his penis twitched each time Naruto’s hand clenched around the tip. He saw spots behind his eyelids. He was close, he was so, so close, he needed it rougher, he needed it harder, he need Naruto as deep into him as he could possibly go—

It was hot where they were connected. Sasuke felt each delicious glide of Naruto’s dick against the rim of his hole, could feel their balls occasionally brush against each other, could feel Naruto’s fingers grab hard into the flesh of his ass as he forced Sasuke to match his pace. The sounds their coupling was amplified by each snap of Naruto’s hips. It was obscene and Sasuke loved it, loved the wet sound of sex, hoped his moans were riling Naruto up as he continued to pound him into the mattress, teeth adding to the array of sensations as he left hickey after hickey along Sasuke’s exposed back.

“Harder,” Sasuke was finally able to gasp out, “Give it to me harder—”

“Say please,” Naruto grunted, squeezing Sasuke’s neck just a little tighter as a preview of what was to come, and Sasuke didn’t hesitate in following Naruto’s order because if Naruto was still lucid enough to demand things, then Sasuke was screwed.

Figuratively and literally.

“Please daddy,” Sasuke choked, “Please fuck me harder, I like it rough just as you said—wreck me daddy, wreck me—”

And then Naruto did just that.

He wrecked Sasuke.

He wrecked him, destroyed him from the inside out, fucked Sasuke’s prostate relentlessly and Sasuke was almost sobbing from the pleasure, it was amazing, it was mind-blowing, having sex with Naruto was the pinnacle of his sexual career, and he never wanted to do it with anyone else now that he had finally gotten a taste of the real thing. He felt the pressure in his crotch rising and rising and rising until orgasm hit him full force. Sasuke couldn’t help but cry out Naruto’s name as he came, along with a litany of choice swear words. His balls tingled and the sensation reverberated in the base of his cock as he orgasmed and spilled his come all over his bed. Naruto continued to pump his cock until Sasuke was overwhelmed and then Naruto was chasing his own orgasm, fucking Sasuke harder than Sasuke had previously asked for, praises dancing on the tip of his tongue—“Sasuke, you’re clenching around me, feels so amazing”, “Sasuke, you’re so tight,” “Sasuke you’re such a good boy, so good, fuck”—and then Naruto came too, strong arms wrapping around Sasuke and holding him tight as his entire body spasmed, blond hair buried in Sasuke’s neck as he thrust forward one last time.

Sasuke’s entire body was jello. He looked at Naruto, who’s eyes were glazed over as though was seeing the world through the fifth dimension.

“So,” Sasuke said, testing his next words, “How was it?”

Naruto simply made a chef’s kiss gesture. “Amazing. Stupendous. Out of this world. Words cannot describe.”

Sasuke smirked. “That’s what I thought. Next time let me ride you though, yeah?”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Naruto breathed.

Sasuke frowned and propped a head up on his pillow. “Unless you don’t want a next time?”

“No, no, I do—it’s just that...I don’t want our relationship to evolve into fuck buddies,” Naruto said, voice trailing off into something quiet. The sex demon in him was gone, and what remained was an unexpectedly shy and thoughtful.

Sasuke thought to himself once again that he might be morosexual.

He sighed. “Let me lay it out for you so an idiot like you can understand,” he said, “I like you. I’ve been fucking blond males at a lame attempt to recreate what fucking you would feel like. You’ve been doing the same, but with goth chicks. What makes you think we wouldn’t just...I don’t know, start dating or something, and just add sex to our repetoir?”

Sasuke waited for Naruto’s response. When he didn’t say anything, he cleared his throat. Explaining it aloud was a bit harder than he expected. “We’re already living together. We get ramen all the time together, even when I tell you that Ichiraku’s can’t be good five days a week,” he continued, determined to let Naruto know exactly what he was getting at, “And I don’t know, you’re my best friend...or something...so I thought it would just be natural if we started going out after this.”

For a moment, Naruto just looked at him. Sasuke looked back. His heart was beating far too fast for his liking.

Then, Naruto pounced on him and grabbed his face, and suddenly Sasuke was flayed open and vulnerable as Naruto stared at him with those beautiful ocean-blue eyes. With a slow dip of his head, Naruto leaned down to kiss him, their first of many gentle and soft kisses, tender with care. Sasuke decided that he liked those kisses just as much as their passion-filled ones.

“Yeah, Sas. I want that. I’ve liked you since ever, you know?” Naruto said.

“No, I didn’t,” said Sasuke, carding his fingers through Naruto’s hair, “Which is why we danced around each other for the past few years. I swear, I don’t know how you remained oblivious to my massive crush on you, I was practically fucking myself on dildos every night in the room next door.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were just...I don’t know, obsessed with blond dicks. Except for mine,” Naruto said.

“You’re a moron.”

“You’re the one who kept pushing me away even though I was practically feeling you up every chance I got!”

“Because I was a gentleman and wasn’t going to take advantage of my drunk best friend,” Sasuke replied sarcastically, “So you’ll have to forgive me for that.”

“Okay,” Naruto said, planting another kiss on Sasuke’s lips, “Consent is sexy as fuck. As long as that means next time we go to the club, you’ll be blowing me in the bathroom instead of some rando.”

Sasuke snorted. “Only if you’re dry humping my ass instead of some hoe wearing fishnet stockings.”

Naruto stared dreamily at him. “I’d like to see you in fishnet stockings.”

“I’m sure you would,” said Sasuke.

“And a collar. And dark lipstick,” added Naruto.

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that.”

“And maybe you could be wearing all those things while you call me ‘daddy’ again. Though I wouldn’t mind if you called me ‘master’ either...”

“...What?”

Naruto looked at him, and for a moment, Sasuke saw that sex devil in him again, just the briefest glimpse of something dark behind those blue eyes. “I want to dominate you, Sasuke.”

Sasuke choked on his spit.

“Hey Sakura—we just got your like, fifty voicemails—just wanted to call you back and let you know not to worry, Sasuke and I worked everything out. We’re good now. But uh, can you maybe lend us that outfit from your photoshoot again? And throw in the black lipstick and eyeliner too—that shit looks real good on him.”

“Hey—it’s Sakura. Glad you both finally got laid. But no, you’re not having sex in one of my photoshoot costumes.”