After school on Wednesday, Sasuke comes over. He initiates it. I'm not sure why, but I won't complain. I kind of like having him around. Well, I guess that much is pretty fucking obvious.

Fortunately, my parents haven't brought up the fact that I'm sleeping with Sasuke. I want to bury that unfortunate memory, but the most embarrassing memories always have a habit of resurfacing at the worst of times.

When me and Sasuke stroll through the door, my mom greets us with a smile. "Hi, boys."

"Hi, Mom," I greet.

"Hi, Kushina," Sasuke murmurs and the two of us retreat to my room. My mom probably knows what's up, but she's going to pretend to be oblivious. That's probably for the best.

Once we're in my room, I lock the door and we begin tearing our clothes off. Once Sasuke is naked, he lies flat on his back on my mattress. Once I finish undressing, I roll on a condom and lube up before plowing in. I don't hesitate.

We try to be quiet since my mom is downstairs, but the bed springs are creaking. "Fucking hell," I mutter as we relocate onto the carpet.

Sasuke smiles slightly, lying on his back once more. I grab his legs and pull his body towards mine, positioning myself before pushing forward. I stare down at him, watching the look on his face as I jerk my hips back and forth.

"What?" he murmurs.

"Nothin'," I say.

A minute later, my god damn cellphone starts ringing. I let out a growl, growing impatient.

"It's okay," Sasuke says. "You can answer it."

"Okay," I mutter, pausing. I reach onto my nightstand and grab my phone, greeting, "Hello?"

"Hey, dude," comes Kiba's familiar voice.

"Oh, uh, what's up?" I ask.

"I'm bored," he says. "Can I come over?"

"Er, one sec," I tell him, pressing the phone to my chest. "Kiba wants to come over," I whisper to Sasuke.

He shrugs. "Tell him to come over in fifteen minutes or something."

I nod, bringing the phone back to my ear. "Yeah, sure. Come over in fifteen, yeah?"

"Okay, sounds good," Kiba says.

"Sasuke will also be here," I add.

"That's fine," Kiba says. "I'm going to stop and get coffee. Do you want anything?"

"Yeah, grab me one, too," I say. I look down at Sasuke, who looks like he's trying to suppress laughter. He has his lips pressed firmly together, as if the whole ordeal is humorous. He wiggles his hips and I try not to moan into the receiver.

"What does Sasuke like?" Kiba asks.

"Uh, you can get him green tea," I say, voice strained. "No sugar." I've learned that he likes to keep things plain.

"Okay, see you in a bit," he hangs up.

I let out a breath, closing my phone and setting it back on the nightstand. "Holy shit," I say. "It's like the world doesn't want us to be fucking right now."

Sasuke lets out a short laugh before lightly touching my stomach and urging me to continue. "Come on."

I pull out half way before pushing in again, moving in a steady rhythm. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his cock. He closes his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

Soon, his breath hitches and he lets out a quiet string of breathy moans as he comes. He looks dazed. I can't help but wonder how many other people have seen him looking like this and what they were thinking when they were staring down at him. I'd like to imagine them only thinking good things, but I know that's probably far from reality.

I lean down over him, continuing to swing my hips back and forth. I feel his hands running across my back, touching the nape of my neck and travelling up and down my spine. I finish with a grunt and the two of us just stay still. I'm staring down at him and he's staring up at me. His face is flushed and mine probably is, too.

"Why do you always watch me?" he asks in a murmur. "The entire time, you're looking right at me."

"Because," I say, pulling out, "you're not expendable. I'm not gay or nothin', but I'm also not going to pretend you're someone else." I'm not ready to outright admit that I'm into him. He already assumes it. I don't want to give him something to be smug about.

"How touching," he mutters dryly. "You have a way with words, Naruto, you walking no-homo."

We disconnect a moment later and stand up. I take the condom off, throwing it in the trash while Sasuke takes a tissue and cleans himself. "Kiba should be here in a few minutes," I add. "We should get dressed."

"Hn," Sasuke mumbles, picking his clothing up off the floor.

As predicted, the doorbell rings a split second later. I throw my clothes on quickly and run downstairs to answer the door. Kiba is standing there with a tray full of drinks. He's wearing grey sweats and a red tee. A lazy day, I guess. "Hey," he greets.

"Hey," I return, opening the door and letting him in. "Me and Sasuke are just chilling upstairs."

"Okay, cool," he says as we return to my room. "I still think it's pretty fuckin' weird that you guys are friends," he admits, handing me my coffee.

"Same," I snort. "Thanks, dude."

Sasuke is sitting on my bed, dressed with his poker face in place. You'd never think he just got his brains fucked out. Now he just looks bored.

"Ay, princess," Kiba says, taking the one of the cups out of the take out trey. "I got you a drink."

"How nice of you," Sasuke says flatly, taking the cup from Kiba. "And stop calling me that."

"No," Kiba shakes his head. "I think it suits you."

"How?" Sasuke asks, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

"Well," Kiba starts, taking a seat next to him on the mattress. "You're the entire package. You might be fun to look at, but you're high maintenance and prissy a fuck."

Sasuke cringes at him. "No, I'm not."

I take a seat at my desk chair and say, "Let's not fight, guys. Try to get along."

Sasuke wrinkles his nose at me, but remains quiet nonetheless. He closes his eyes and takes a sip of the tea Kiba bought him.

"Good?" Kiba questions.

"Hm," Sasuke murmurs.

"I'll take that as a yes," Kiba smirks before glancing at me and asking, "So, when did Sasuke get here?"

"He's been here for a while," I say.

"Oh," Kiba says, raising an eyebrow. "What were you guys doing when I called? Your voice sounded strained. I hope you guys weren't being naughty and fighting again."

"I don't even remember," I say, trying to play it cool. I give Sasuke a questioning look and he shrugs in response.

"I don't either," he adds. "Probably nothing important."

"Oh," Kiba shrugs it off. "Well, what've you two been up to?"

"Nothing," Sasuke and I say in unison.

Kiba's eyes narrow. "Is it just me... or are things pretty tense in here?"

Sasuke scoffs. "It's just you."

"All right, I won't pry," Kiba relents. "Anyway, are you guys pumped up for the game this weekend?"

"Yeah," I say. "We're going to kick some ass."

"We always do," Kiba grins.

Sasuke rolls his eyes, silently listening to my back and forth sports talk with Kiba. We keep the conversation light and after twenty minutes, Sasuke announces his departure. "I should leave," he says airily. He stands up and discards the empty cup of tea in the garbage.

"All right," I say, waving him off. Without another word, he leaves my room and a minute later I hear the front door open and close.

"Ah," I sigh, pointing to the space Sasuke was just sitting. "He left his fucking phone again."

"Again?" Kiba asks, picking the iPhone up.

"Yeah, I found it again a while ago," I admit. "He was a bit frantic over it, I could tell. I made him say please before I gave it back to him."

Kiba snickers. "Nice... Though, I probably would have made him kiss my feet or suck my dick."

I shake my head at him. "Of course you would've."

"Do you know what his password is?" Kiba asks.

"Yeah," I say without thinking. Fuck, I'm brainless sometimes.

He raises an eyebrow, making an 'o' shape with his mouth. "Fuckin' seriously?"

Eugh. "Er, yeah. He told me."

"Shit," Kiba states, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is actually quite a serious friendship you've got going on with him." He smiles lecherously. "Is it love, Naru-chan?"

"Ha-ha," I mutter dryly. "You're hilarious."

"I really wanna look through it," he murmurs, scrolling up and down Sasuke's notifications. "Too bad it's locked. Shit, his recent texts don't even say anything of interest. They're all boring and standard. One says 'Are you free?' and another says, 'Tomorrow.' I don't know what any of that means. There aren't even any names. Is he part of like a fuckin' drug ring or something? Heh."

"Not even, dude," I say, holding out my hand. "Come on, give it here."

Kiba ignores me. He starts typing something into the phone and suddenly he shouts, "Hah!"

"What?" I ask wearily, letting my hand fall.

"I guessed the password," he smirks at me.

"Dude... don't," I sigh, standing up. "Seriously... hand it over."

"Sasuke is lame," he says with a little laugh. "His password is his birthday? What a loser. Everyone knows that's the most obvious guess."

"I think he has crappy short-term memory," I say, moving to stand in front of him. "Maybe he thought his birthdate would be easiest for him to remember..." I flop onto him and try to pry the phone out of his hands, but he's not having any of it.

"Get off, bro," he says.

"Gimme the phone and I will," I assure him. He shakes his head, locking his legs around my mid-section and keeping me in place. "This is kinda gay," I point out, not exactly revelling in the sensation of his flaccid dick against my stomach.

He ignores me, but seemingly out of nowhere, he shouts and tosses the phone across the room. "AHHH! FUCK!" His eyes are wide. "Dude... what the shit?"

I grind my teeth together, giving up and resting my cheek on his abdomen. "Were you looking through his pictures?" I ask knowingly.

Kiba lets out a long whine. "Oh, God... What the fuck did I just see?"

"Yeah," I mutter. "I don't know how to explain that to you, to be honest."

"Ugh!" Kiba groans, releasing me and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes. "Why would he take photos like that?"

"He says they're so he remembers," I murmur, sitting up.

"Remembers what?" Kiba demands. "That he's thirsty and skanky? Hell, I knew he wasn't straight. He's too good looking! Even I have to admit it!"

"Yeah," I snort. "I bet he turns the heads of a lotta so-called straight dudes."

Kiba lets his hands fall over his face. "Fuck. I will never be able to get those images out of my head now. How am I going to look at him again with a straight face? All I'll be able to see is him getting rammed."

"You're being overdramatic," I say impatiently. "I didn't even react like that when I saw them."

"Hell," Kiba murmurs, shaking his head.

"Don't fucking tell anyone," I warn him. "Not even Hinata."

"I won't," he promises. "Like hell I'll be bringing that up. Oh, honey... guess what I saw today! Sasuke's dick and butthole!"

I shake my head at him.

A minute later, I hear the front door open again. "My Dad must be home," I say, but instead, there are footsteps coming upstairs and approaching my door. It swings open and Sasuke is standing there.

"I forgot my phone," he announces.

"Again," I add. "Um, Kiba threw it on the floor." I point to it's location and he picks it up.

"Why would he do that?" Sasuke asks, eying Kiba.

Kiba lets out a groan, sounding ill. "I guessed your password and I looked through your phone and I saw your pictures."

Sasuke frowns, pressing a few buttons before putting the phone in his pocket. "You're lucky it isn't broken," he murmurs.

"Is that all you're gonna say?" Kiba asks in disbelief. "I saw pictures of your DICK!"

"A lot more than my dick, I bet," Sasuke says, crossing his arms. "I'm going to assume that Naruto told you the password?"

"No, I didn't!" I protest. "Kiba guessed it!"

"Yeah, dude, it wasn't that fuckin' hard to guess," Kiba snorts.

"Well, then," Sasuke sighs. "Thank you for sitting idly by while my privacy was invaded, Naruto."

"I didn't..." I mumble, because it's all I really can say.

"To be fair, he tried to make me hand it over," Kiba says. "I was just a little too determined."

Sasuke wrinkles his nose at the both of us and I add, "But look... it's out in the open now."

"Oh, lovely," Sasuke says flatly. "This is just what I wanted, Naruto. Thank you ever so much. Now you can talk about me as much as you want, hm?" Suddenly, he smiles at Kiba. It's a sweet smile, which is all the more unsettling. "Did Naruto also tell you what we were really doing this afternoon?" A pause. "We were having sex."

Kiba's eyes nearly bugger out of his skull. "What the fuck?" he practically shouts. "Is that what you guys were doing before I got here?"

"Oh, yeah," Sasuke says with a nod. "He railed me hard and guess what? It wasn't the first time."

"Shut up!" I say in a shrill tone.

"Why?" Sasuke asks, giving me a dull stare. "You let him know things about me. I'm just returning the favor. He's your best friend after all, isn't that right? No more fucking secrets. Everything is out in the open, right, Naruto?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose. He's right. I know he's right. I glance over at Kiba, who looks stunned. He closes his eyes for a moment and lets out a breath before opening them. "Okay," he says calmly. "So, you guys are together?"

"No," I say.

"Definitely not," Sasuke adds. "I would never date an incompetent fuck like Naruto."

Ouch. "We're just..." I pause, "hooking up."

"Okay," Kiba nods, exhaling. "It's okay. That's totally fine. I've recovered from the initial shock."

I roll my eyes and Sasuke stomps over to where Kiba is seated. "Don't fucking tell anyone about what you found out today," he warns pointedly, jabbing him in the chest.

"Don't worry, princess," he says, slapping Sasuke on the shoulder and offering him a big grin.

"And stop fucking calling me that!" Sasuke demands.

"Nah," Kiba's grin turns into a sly smirk. "You're like... Snow White! Naruto can be the prince."

Sasuke gives Kiba a look of distaste. "Dumbass." He turns and looks at me. "I swear, Naruto. If I find out you've let anyone else in on my personal life, I'll hurt you."

I force a sheepish smile. "Don't worry, Sasuke. I won't."

He gives me and Kiba one more look of disgust before leaving again. "So, you're fuckin' Sasuke," Kiba murmurs after he's disappeared.

"Yeah," I say.

"Well," he shrugs, "I guess if you wanted to hook up with a dude, Sasuke is the best option. He's hella pretty."

I nod slowly. "He's got a really nice body."

"Yeah," Kiba chuckles.

"He's soft... kind of like a girl..." I continue to swoon.

"And he's got pretty sweet rear for a dude," Kiba winks, humoring me. "If I got drunk enough, I could probably eat his ass... I do love me some ass."

I let out a surprised laugh, feeling glad that Kiba isn't weirded out or anything. It's relieving. "Aw, what would Hinata say?"

Kiba snickers at me. "You're so into him it's not even funny, so don't deny it."

"I know," I groan, rubbing my forehead. "I keep trying to say it's just carnal lust... but I'm lying. Sasuke called me out on it the other day. He was being cocky about it and he kind of laughed me off."

"Dick move," Kiba says.

"Mhm..." I murmur. "I ended up hitting him really fucking hard and making him cry that night, though."

"I wouldn't mind seeing him cry," Kiba says with a grim laugh.

"Sadist," I say and he shrugs, not bothering to deny it. "Well, I'm not one to enjoy people's tears... I hate when he cries and knowing I made him cry made me feel even worse. I seem to have a talent for it lately..."

"Hm," Kiba muses thoughtfully. "Just try to control yourself. There isn't really anything else you can do. You can't magically undo things. You can just move on and promise to be better. I doubt you want to turn into one of those shitty, abusive guys."

"Wise words, Kiba," I say with a little smile.

"Hey, I can be smart sometimes," he laughs. "Anyway, on a more serious note – if you're actually into him, I'll try being friendly with him."

"Thanks, man. I 'preciate it."

"Naruto and Sasuke," he says. "Who woulda thunk it?"

"Not me," I admit. "Not in a million years."

"Me neither."

"Hey..." I start. "If you hear people talking about how Sasuke is bipolar, can you do damage control?"

Kiba nods. "Yeah, I'll tell them it's a rumor."

"Okay, good," I say. "Sakura asked me about it a little while ago and that's basically what I told her. I mean... it's nothing to be ashamed of, but I know Sasuke wouldn't want people knowing about it either way."

"True," Kiba says. "Heh... I feel like I'm part of some secret club now. A club for people who know Sasuke's secrets."

I roll my eyes at him, frowning. "Yeah, you're one of the special few."

||XxXx||

Me and Kiba end up farting around for another couple hours until my mom calls us for dinner. He leaves shortly after eating and the day is coming to an end. Today was pretty eventful, I have to admit. I'll also admit that I'm really relieved Kiba knows about Sasuke, even if it was a pretty awful move on my behalf. Kiba is easy to talk to when he's not being dramatic. He's got my back. Having him know I'm going at it with Sasuke is probably a good thing. It beats keeping it a secret. Clearly, Sasuke is a pretty big part of my life now and Kiba has always been a big part of my life. If both of them will allow it, I want them to become friends... but I'm probably just being hopeful. Kiba and Sasuke... friends? Pah.