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A Drunken Rendezvous


We won our game against Suna, naturally. I think everyone was surprised to see Sasuke and I getting along out on the field.

It's been a few days since Sasuke's bad dream. He hasn't had any since and the marks around his neck are slowly fading. I wonder when he's going to go home... because, quite frankly, it's awkward having him around. He makes it uncomfortable and he's being a huge tool lately because he's so embarrassed. But I guess I would be, too.

I've been driving him to school and back since it's pointless for him to take his car when we're both on the same schedule with the same destination. It'll save him some gas money at least.

"Naruto!" Karin calls me on my way out of the school.

"What?" I ask as she sidles up next to me.

"Is it true Sasuke is staying with you?" Her eyes are glazed over. She's probably picturing disturbing things. Not neat.

"Yeah," I grimace, "and before you even ask, no, you can't come over."

"Aw!" she whines. "Come on, it's the weekend!"

"No," I deadpan. "Absolutely not."

Nonetheless, she follows me to my jeep. "Come on," she urges again.

"No," I wearily repeat myself. Once we reach my jeep, Sasuke is leaning against the car door and Karin attempts to collect herself.

"Hi, Sasuke," she greets him.

"Karin," he greets her flatly in return.

I unlock the doors, getting into the driver's seat. Sasuke gets into the passenger's seat and Karin hops in after him, climbing over his body and making sure to rub her boobs on him in the process. "Karin," I bark.

"Naruto!" she barks back.

"Why are you in here?" I ask angrily.

"I want to visit Kushina!" she snaps, settling in the back seat. "I haven't seen my favourite aunt in weeks!"

"Fucking hell," I mutter to myself. "Fine." I'm not going to win against her so I shouldn't even try. I pull out of the parking lot and start driving home.

"So," Karin starts, "Why are you staying at Naruto's house?"

"Because," Sasuke murmurs. Like hell he'd tell her shit about his home situation.

The drive feels long and annoying. Karin keeps asking question and Sasuke keeps brushing her off. Soon, we pull into my driveway, I park my jeep and we all go inside.

My mom greets us all before saying, "It's nice to see you, Karin."

Me and Sasuke stomp upstairs. Weirdly enough, Karin doesn't follow. She stays downstairs, talking to my mom just like she said she would.

||XxXx||

About an hour later, Sasuke dives into my bedroom as if he's escaping an axe murderer. "What is wrong with you?" I ask dryly.

"Karin is coming," he whispers, shutting the door. "I can hear her."

"Wanna hide in my closet?" I offer, joking around with him. "You seem pretty good at hiding in closets."

His eyes narrow at that comment. He doesn't find it as funny as I do. "I'm not going to hide in your fucking closet!" he says, sounding shrill. A moment later, the door flings open and Karin saunters into my bedroom, latching onto Sasuke's arm. He looks beyond irritated. "You're not my type, Karin," he says unapologetically, "So, stop this."

"You don't know that unless you give me a chance," she insists.

"Yeah, I do," Sasuke says, looking mildly humoured.

"Tell her," I mouth at him.

"Give me a good reason and I'll stop," she says.

"The fact that I said no should be reason enough," he murmurs, "but fine..." He pauses, pressing his lips together in thought before announcing, "I'm in a relationship." What a load of bullshit.

Karin's eyes bugger out of her head. "What's her name?" she immediately asks. "Is it Sakura?"

"No," Sasuke snorts. "Definitely not."

"Then who is it?" Karin demands.

Sasuke sighs impatiently. "No one you know, Karin, so don't worry about it."

She looks pouty, but she relents nonetheless and leaves the room. "You're such a liar," I say to Sasuke once she's gone.

"Why do you say that?" he asks, sounding disinterested.

"You aren't dating anyone," I say knowingly.

"Maybe I am," he challenges. "You saw the pictures on my phone."

"You don't have a boyfriend, dude," I state. "I dunno what the fuck the story behind those pictures is, but I know that whoever took them probably doesn't give a damn about you as a person... then again, maybe that means you are dating him!"

He lets out a sound of frustration. "You're so fucking awful sometimes!"

"I'm just being honest," I shrug. Yeah, I guess I'm a bit blunt and sometimes I say things I should probably keep to myself... but I think Sasuke probably needs to hear everything I say to him because no one else will say it. "That's probably the reason you sleep with these guys, right? Because they don't care. They just want a hole to fuck and you're offering it. To them, you're expendable. They hurt you, but maybe it's a kind of pain you welcome. Then you won't have to think about whatever the fuck it is your brother did to you."

Sasuke closes his eyes and sighs. "You're no different," he murmurs. "You're like them. You just want a hole to fuck."

"The last person I slept with was Sakura," I say, "and even before we broke up we hadn't slept together in a few days. I'm abstaining now."

Sasuke scoffs. "Abstaining..." he repeats. "That's fucking bullshit... wonder how long it'll last."

I grin at him. "Say what you want, Sasuke."

He shakes his head at me before leaving. I keep winning. If this were a game of soccer, he'd be down for the count.

||XxXx||

Around seven, Sasuke goes out and then my parents decide to have a date night, leaving me home alone. I'm not quite sure where Sasuke's gone, but I hear him return fifteen minutes later. "Hey, where were you?" I ask, hovering in my doorway as he walks up the stairs.

"Out," he states.

"Well, no shit," I snort. "Where did you go?" He takes his backpack off his shoulders and unzips it, reaching inside and pulling out a bottle of alcohol. "Oh," I say. "Where'd you get that? We're still only seventeen."

"A friend got it for me," he says vaguely.

"You're going to get drunk?" I ask.

He nods.

"Alone?"

He nods again and there's a pause. "Wanna join?"

"All right," I shrug before suggesting, "We can drink in the basement and watch a movie or something."

"Okay, I'll meet you down in a minute," he says, turning into his room. I do the same, taking off my day clothes and throwing on sweatpants and a t-shirt before going downstairs. I leaf through the DVDs, trying to pick one that Sasuke won't completely hate. I decide on some dumb action film with lots of explosives and little plot. It's the only option. It's either crappy action or one of my dad's romcoms.

Sasuke comes downstairs a few minutes later with the 750 ML bottle in hand. He's wearing plaid pajama pants and a black, long-sleeved shirt. He slumps onto the sofa and cracks open the bottle, not bothering to ask what we're watching. Maybe he doesn't care. I press play and sit down next to him.

"Where are your parents tonight?" he asks before taking a long, cringe-worthy sip. He must want to get drunk fast.

"Date night," I tell him. "They left a little after you did."

"Oh," he says, passing the bottle over to me. We fall into a silence, but for once it isn't tense. We watch the movie and pass the bottle back and forth and soon enough the credits are rolling.

"Wanna watch another?" I offer. I'm feeling buzzed, but I'm not quite drunk. Sasuke, on the other hand, looks like he's on his way to getting trashed.

"Suuure," he says in a long slur.

This time, I decide to put in a romcom since I want to watch something a little more light-hearted. For anyone witnessing what's happening right now, it'd probably be a pretty strange scene: me and Sasuke, two sworn rivals... sitting together and watching a romantic comedy. Things change, I guess. The movie plays on and I feel the alcohol taking effect. I revel in the jelly feeling, aimlessly watching the television screen until Sasuke decides to talk.

"Hey..." he murmurs, glancing at me.

"Hm?"

He squints at me, reaching forward and poking one of my cheeks with his pointer finger. "How'd you get these marks?" he asks. "You've had them forever... I always wondered why."

"Birth marks," I tell him, somewhat weirded out by the nonviolent physical contact. He's flushed, probably from all the alcohol.

"Did you lose your virginity to Sakura?" he asks suddenly in that same tone. He hands me the bottle, probably realizing he's drunk enough as it is.

I shake my head. "Er... no. Neither of us were virgins. I lost mine at a party when I was fourteen. I don't even remember the girl's name... What about you?" Sasuke shrugs his shoulders lightly, looking somewhat sombre. "Come on," I urge him. "I told you, so you have to tell me now. Fair is fair." A second later, I take a long, numbing sip, downing the rest of the liquor. Once it's gone, I shudder at the after taste before settle the bottle down.

Sasuke smiles bitterly at the sight before slowly responding. "My parents like me to get straight A's. I don't know if they ever realized it, but after Itachi snapped, they put a lot more pressure on me with school and other aspects of my life. I got a B minus last year in biology. I was really upset, so I went to talk with the teacher. I think I cried... but that didn't sway him... So, in a fit of desperation, I said I'd sleep with him. I knew he wanted it... I think everyone fucking knew he was a creep."

My eyes bugger out of my head. "Oh, my God...!" If he were sober, there's no way in hell he'd tell me this stuff.

Sasuke nods his head lightly. "It's bad, right?"

"Yeah..." I grimace, recalling bio class last year. That snake-like freak always put his hands on Sasuke's shoulders and back. It was obvious what his intentions were. I guess Sasuke took advantage of it, though he probably hates himself for it. The old perv left soon after because there were rumours going around that he fucked around with kids. Sick stuff. They didn't want it to affect the school so there was an investigation... There was never any evidence so I never thought it was true, but I guess it is. Sasuke isn't yet eighteen. "Why would you do something like that?" I ask hoarsely.

"Because I didn't care," he murmurs numbly. "I was angry and upset and I felt trapped... So I used my looks to get the A my parents wanted."

"Was it worth it?" I ask. Mikoto would die if she ever found out about it. She'd blame herself. I know she would.

"Not really," Sasuke admits. "He was so disgusting... he said disgusting things. It hurt a lot."

"Yeah, well... no shit," I mutter. "Virginity sucks enough as it is... it's probably worse when you're getting it up the ass by someone who doesn't give two shits about you."

He gives me a look of disbelief. "You never know when you shut up...!" he hisses at me. "You always say the worst possible thing!"

I shrug. "Sorry," I murmur in a less than sincere tone.

"I hate you," he bites, staring at me with wet, angry eyes.

"No, you don't," I tell him softly.

"I do! I hate you!" he screams, shoving me.

"No, you fuckin' don't," I say once more.

He lets out a sob, giving me a helpless look. "Why...?" he asks.

And just like that something snaps – in the both of us. It's not just me. We both lean forward, closer and closer until our lips are pressed together. "No, wait! I like girls!" I suddenly exclaim, drawing away and shoving him.

He scoffs at that. "You know... it's possible to like both."

"I'm straight," I insist.

"Really...?" he asks. "A straight boy doesn't kiss a guy like that."

"I'm straight," I repeat. Well, there was one time I questioned my sexuality... It happened when I met Haku, but that's understandable!

"Doesn't matter," Sasuke murmurs. "I've been fucked by straight men."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I ask slowly, not quite sure how I feel about all this. Well, in my current drunken state I kind of want it because I'm horny as hell and haven't been laid in a little while...

"Yeah," he says flatly. "Do it."

"Really...?" I feel my eyes narrow.

"Fuck me!" he demands, sounding like he needs it.

I let out a breath, sticking my hand down my pants. "Really?"

"Really," he says surely.

A pause.

"Yeah, okay," I murmur, pulling my cock out and stroking it. Sasuke watches with a wanton expression before lifting his hips and shrugging out of his pajama pants. He touches himself, but in a different way than I'm touching myself. He lies back, spreading his legs and sticking two of his fingers in his mouth before letting them travel down south and in through the back door. Ouch. I watch for a couple minutes, jerking myself off as he fingers himself. I'm kind of mesmerized. Gay as it sounds; he's pretty hot like this.

"Do it, Naruto," he breathes, removing his fingers. I watch the ring of muscle clench and I wonder why the hell I'm not blushing at such a sight... it's probably the alcohol.

"It's gonna hurt if I don't –" I start, but he cuts me off.

"It's fine," he insists. "It's fine if it hurts..."

"If you say so," I mutter in response, sitting up and positioning myself between his legs. I stare down at him and I can't help but remember all the pictures I've seen of him like this. Is this wrong of me? I don't know. I'm not going to think about that right now. I spit and push in with force.

His breath hitches and he lets out a groan.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Don't talk," he says.

So I don't.

"Harder... harder..." he pants, eyes half-lidded. His lips are parted as soft moans escape. I feel like if I don't do what he asks, he'll spite me for it. He's kind of intimidating when he's like this. I'm the one on top of him, yet he's the one in control... So, I do as he asks. As I feel myself getting closer, I reach forward and start jerking him off. I get him off first, pushing his t-shirt up so he doesn't dirty it. I continue fucking him and he lets me come inside of him. When I pull out, there's no blood... Thankfully.

I don't know about him, but I'm feeling pretty cheap and deflated right about now. Sasuke shifts, holding his shirt up and trying not to get any jizz on the sofa. I grab a tissue from the box on the coffee table and wipe the tip of my dick before pulling my pants back up over my hips.

"Don't watch," he murmurs. "This is the gross part."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

Sasuke grabs two tissues, using one to wipe his stomach and the other to wipe his ass. I make a face. "Did you think it was just gonna stay in there?" he snorts.

"Oh," I cringe. Yeah, that is a bit nasty. Stumbling slightly, he pulls his pajama pants back on. He won't look at me and I can't help but wonder what will happen now. "Here," I say, holding out my hand.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "What?"

"Gimme the garbage," he says. "I'll get rid of it."

He gives me a strange look before slowly putting the crumpled tissues in my hand.

"I'm not that grossed out," I admit. "I mean, half of it came from me anyway." I get rid of the evidence, tossing the tissues in the garbage can in the basement bathroom. When I return to the main room, Sasuke is sitting on the sofa, rubbing his hand over his forehead.

"C'mon..." I say in a murmur, lightly touching his shoulder. "Let's go upstairs."

He gets up, stumbling some more. I offer him my arm, which he latches onto, and we continue up the stairs. He retreats to his room and I retreat to mine, forced to pull over what just happened. It was unceremonious and that made it feel almost surreal... like a weird dream. I wonder what brought it on. I wonder how Sasuke truly feels about me. I'm not saying he's into me or nothin'... But then again, maybe this doesn't mean a damn thing. I remember what Juugo said at that party... he said Sasuke is manic. Maybe he is having an episode. Jeez. I feel like I took advantage of him... I think a lot of people take advantage of him. He's a little loose... Literally and figuratively. I don't want to be like those other people. I don't want to be like the man who took those pictures.

A half an hour later, my door swings open and Sasuke stumbles into my room, falling onto his knees. He lets out a laugh before starting to sob and I'm taken aback, though I shouldn't be. He's been crying a lot lately. "Why'd I drink that much?" he asks, slurring the question so badly it's barely legible.

"I don't fucking know," I tell him.

He wipes his eyes. "Why am I crying?"

"I don't know," I tell him once more, minus the expletive. I get up out of bed and wander towards him, helping him stand. "C'mon," I murmur, "Up we go." I put an arm around him and lead him towards my bed. He lies down on the mattress and I turn the lights off before lying down next to him.

"You fucked me," he states, laughing as if it's the most hilarious thing in the world. It's a strange laugh, the kind he probably wouldn't let slip on any normal occasion. "Naruto Uzumaki fucked Sasuke Uchiha. Imagine what the girls would think..."

"I know," I respond evenly.

Suddenly, he rolls on top of me, leaning down so our faces are mere inches apart. "Why did you do it?" he asks as our noses touch.

"I don't know," I admit. "We're drunk." He begins grinding his hips against mine. It feels good and I don't want to tell him to stop, but I feel like I probably should. "Sasuke..." I murmur, "C'mon, don't do this."

"Why?" he asks again. "You like it."

"So? We're both drunk, that's why." I grab his waist, preventing him from moving around.

"That didn't stop you a little while ago," he points out.

I can't deny that. "Lie back down." If I hadn't already begun to sober up, I'm definitely losing my buzz now. He clicks his tongue at me, but lies down nonetheless. "You need help," I say.

"You need help," he retorts childishly.

"No, I don't," I tell him, "but when I do need help, I'm not afraid to ask for it."

"Sorry, we can't all be fucking perfect," he mutters.

"Go to sleep, Sasuke," I practically plead. I don't want to talk to him anymore. I don't want to talk to him when he's not himself – when he's drunk and horny and shit. He doesn't bother responding to me. The room is quiet now and all I can hear is his quiet breathing. Eventually it evens out and I know he's fallen asleep. Knowing that, I finally feel like I can close my eyes and do the same.

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