Summary: Looking for a moment of self-gratification to take his mind from a recent break-up and slump in his work, Naruto finds himself flipping through a gay bondage magazine… only to find the person he least expected as the centerfold: Uchiha Sasuke - the asexual "no one touches me" heartthrob he'd gone to highschool with. NaruSasu

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A/N: As promised - here is part 2! Happy NaruSasu day!

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"I'm sorry, Mr. Uchiha, but Mr. Namikaze does not see clients. No exceptions."

Sasuke glared at the pale-eyed woman calmly telling him 'no'. "Why?"

Hinata shrugged. "He says he's not comfortable with art collectors. He paints what he wants to paint, and doesn't want to be influenced by the people who purchase it. I suppose to avoid becoming commercial."

The truth was more that Naruto thought most collectors were pretentious snobs and he had no desire to interact with them. He'd had enough trouble dealing with the 'upper class' kids who'd gone to his school, and he had no desire to spend any additional time with them now that he really didn't have to. Hinata allowed it because, one, she wanted to keep her relationship as Naruto's sole gallery where he exhibited his art and, two, his reclusive nature lent an aura of mystique to his work that didn't exactly hurt sales.

"Hn," Sasuke looked at her consideringly. He had already figured out that the artist must live locally, given that this was the only gallery that showed his work. But Tokyo was a huge city, so that bit of knowledge didn't narrow it down. A search under N. Namikaze had not turned up anything, so Sasuke assumed it was not the artist's real name.

"Given that I'm not a collector, but I'm actually the model for his works, I think you should reconsider your stand on this."

Hinata's eyes widened at his words, and Sasuke took pleasure in finally being able to rattle the composed woman. She ran her experienced eye over his face. There was no doubt that his eyes were uncannily similar to those of the man in the painting, but still…

Sasuke turned slightly, tugging the collar of his shirt to reveal the teardrop tattoo on the base of his neck.

"I am the model. And he didn't have permission to use my likeness in his paintings. Unless you want to be sued along with him, I suggest you arrange a meeting for us to discuss this."

Sasuke didn't know why he felt so compelled to meet the artist, but there was something about the way the man had painted him that made Sasuke want to know who he was. It was disconcerting to have some unknown person that intimately familiar with his body and personality but not actually know him.

"I…" Hinata's mind raced. She didn't want to go against Naruto's wishes, but if this man was who he claimed to be, then it was possible he could cause problems for the gallery as well as her friend. Naruto had said the model didn't exist, but the resemblance was uncanny. Of course, it was possible that the man just happened to have similar features and had gotten the tattoo after seeing the paintings to try to get something out of it. Hinata wasn't sure what to do.

"I'll think about it. Leave me a number where I can reach you."

Sasuke wrote down his number, annoyed that he hadn't gotten what he wanted. Evidently, there was going to be another showing in a few days. Namikaze's newest set of works was already on display. Sasuke walked over, unable to get over his sense of unease at how well the artist captured him. Seemed to know him. In one of the paintings, there was a small tomato on the table beside him, as though he had been preparing it for his lunch. There were details about him that couldn't have come from the magazines.

"Hey, Hinata! Here are the final paintings from Naruto that are dry enough to bring over. The rest will have to wait until the next show. I had to literally force him to get out of his apartment to grab dinner by telling him I'd let Ichiraku's know I'd pay for his meal if he went out and ate it there. I don't think he's left his apartment except to buy more painting supplies in over a month. I've never seen him so obsessed."

Sasuke was far down the aisle of the paintings, out of sight from the two who were talking. Naruto? It couldn't be the same Naruto he'd gone to high school with, the one who'd been captain of the soccer team. He never heard anything about him painting at all.

He remembered the boy was in the grade below him, but had never seemed to notice Sasuke much at all. Sasuke had noticed him, though. The loud, bright, beautiful captain of their soccer team. He'd always assumed that Naruto was straight, and since the boy had never shown any interest in him, Sasuke had let him slip from his mind altogether when he'd graduated and had his falling out with his family.

Sasuke had felt a compulsion to meet the mysterious artist when Itachi had first shown him the painting. He had felt a general fascination with whoever had known him so well, observed him so closely, but it had been tempered with wariness by the fact that it could be a complete creeper stalking him. The idea that Naruto was the one who had painted all those works about him amplified his need to meet him by a thousand-fold, and made a slow heat pool in his body. He smirked in anticipation of the idea of confronting him about it.

"Kiba, just put the paintings over by the other's. I'll arrange them tomorrow. Did Naruto take his cell? We had someone come in today looking for him, and I want to see if he knows this person or if they're just another weird stalker."

Sasuke frowned, not liking either the characterization of himself as a stalker nor the fact that Naruto evidently had actually had stalkers.

He heard the man sigh. "Probably not. He tends to not remember anything when he's in the middle of a project. I hope it isn't any of his groupies from that art class he taught last summer. He doesn't have Sakura around anymore to beat the shit out of them if they follow him home."

Sasuke's frown deepened at the implications of that last comment, but brushed it aside. He didn't believe Naruto was in a relationship with someone else if he was painting Sasuke this obsessively. One of the things that had compelled Sasuke to meet the painter was the way that he put so much of Sasuke in the portraits. There was a depth of emotion and understanding that went into them that made Sasuke confident that Naruto wasn't in a relationship. Or at least, not a serious one. He was slipped out the door, pulling out his phone as he exited the gallery before Hinata or Kiba could notice him. He looked up the address of Ichiraku's, pleased to see it was only about six blocks away. Naruto must live closeby.

Naruto was sitting in his favorite booth at Ichiraku's. He'd showered (at Kiba's insistence) and gone out to eat (also at Kiba's insistence) and was feeling remarkably more human than he'd felt in months. His third showing was coming up in two days. This series had been so successful that he was getting requests from other galleries and major collectors about his work. Naruto fiddled nervously with his spoon. He didn't mind the money, but the attention was stressing him out.

Hinata shielded him from the bulk of it, but she passed on enough of the messages that he got the idea of what was happening. Part of him was flattered but another part was beginning to feel… exposed. His knew his obsession was getting out of control. Sasuke was all he could think about, all he could paint. Naruto was beginning to wonder if he'd ever move on to something else, or if he'd just be trapped in this spiral of madness, joining the long list of painters whose sanity had been sacrificed to their art.

At least he hadn't chopped off an ear yet to prove his devotion to Sasuke. He chuckled a little to himself, but he felt a prickle of unease at the thought. It was the first time when he really wondered if he was losing himself in his art… too much.

He glanced up as someone walked into the small restaurant. His eyes widened in shock before he took a breath and forced himself to look away. This could not be real. He was suddenly seriously concerned about his own mental health.

Jesus Christ. Now I'm seeing him even when I'm not painting.

He put his spoon into his bowl of noodles, closing his eyes tightly and willing the apparition to go away. He heard footsteps approaching his table, then stop beside him. Drawing in a breath, he opened his eyes and looked up. He froze as the hallucination of his fantasy-come-to-life sat down across from him in his booth.

Naruto said nothing, simply staring, waiting for 'Sasuke' to vanish or change into someone who could realistically be casually joining him for lunch.

"Tch. Dobe. What's wrong with you? Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to say hello?" Sasuke's expression was slightly annoyed. When he'd walked into the restaurant, he'd expected Naruto to either be embarrassed or excited to see him. Not look away and close his eyes like he wasn't even there.

Naruto blinked, a slow feeling of panic starting to set in. Could it really… but maybe it was just a coincidence? If it really was Sasuke, it didn't necessarily mean he knew about the paintings. Naruto hoped. "What? Are you… really Sasuke?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I knew you were an idiot in high school, but I sort of thought you would have grown out of that by now. You can't possibly expect me to believe that you don't recognize me after all the time you seem to spend painting me."

Naruto's stomach dropped and he broke out into a cold sweat. If this was not him losing his mind and Sasuke was actually sitting across from him and apparently knew he'd been painting him… then he was so fucked.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. FUCK!

Naruto's mental litany offered no helpful suggestions for how to handle this situation. But at least Sasuke appeared calm. Though that was baffling to Naruto, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I… uh… just didn't expect to see you," … ever. Naruto tried to get his brain to catch up with the fact that his high school fantasy was sitting across the table from him and knew what he'd been painting. He couldn't help the way his eyes slid over the familiar planes of Sasuke's face. There was a presence about the man that even the best photographers were never able to capture, and Naruto found himself staring again as he drank in the sight of him. He flushed realizing that he really hadn't seen or thought of Sasuke wearing clothes in a very long time. He caught himself wondering what Sasuke's skin smelled like, and had to grip the edge of the table to control the urge to lean forward and find out. And the texture of his skin...

"Uh… what are you doing here?" Naruto asked finally.

Sasuke leaned back, observing Naruto for a moment, enjoying the look of flustered fascination in the blue eyes. He shifted his legs slightly wider apart. "Itachi bought me one of your paintings."

Naruto's blush intensified. He was a bit surprised that Sasuke didn't seem to be embarrassed about it. But then again, he posed naked for a living.

Sasuke smirked, as though reading his thoughts and enjoying Naruto's discomfort.

"But… why are you here?" Naruto repeated, even less sure of the answer given that Sasuke didn't appear to be angry. If Sasuke wasn't here to beat the shit out of him, then… what did he want?

Sasuke relaxed against the back of the booth, completely comfortable watching Naruto squirm. "I wanted to meet the person who had painted them. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was the blond idiot who used to follow me around in high school."

Naruto frowned, his temper snapping him out of the daze that Sasuke's presence had put him in. "Bastard. I never followed you around. I never even spoke to your frigid, stuck-up ass in high school."

"Hn," Sasuke said, looking at him consideringly. "Why didn't you?"

Naruto dodged, already feeling emotionally exposed enough for the day. "I thought we just established that I thought you were a stuck-up, ice princess asshole in high school. Why would I want to talk to you?"

Sasuke just arched an eyebrow, then tossed the latest Hyuuga Gallery brochure, conveniently open to photos of nearly a dozen of Naruto's paintings. All were of Sasuke.

"So?" Naruto shifted uncomfortably. He knew exactly what was in those paintings. And it was more than clear that Sasuke understood. "I like to paint pretty things. You're a pretty thing."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the 'pretty' comment. "These aren't just about my body. You painted a lot more of me in there."

Naruto shrugged, looking off to the side. "I like to make my art... interesting?"

Sasuke didn't look like he was buying Naruto's half-assed explanation.

"I want to see the rest of the paintings," Sasuke stated firmly.

"They're down at the gallery. Kiba came by today to pick them up. You can go check them out there." Relief colored Naruto's voice. Maybe he could get Sasuke to leave so Naruto could finally get his brain to start functioning again. Not to mention he really should think about breathing again soon or he was going to pass out.

"I saw the ones at the gallery. Kiba said you have others at your studio. I want to see them."

"Why?" he asked, his mind going immediately to the set of paintings that he hadn't even allowed Kiba to see. Any hope he had of playing this off as anything other than an extremely obsessive, slightly stalkerish fixation would be destroyed if Sasuke saw those. His face must have given something of his thoughts away, because Sasuke's face firmed with resolution.

"They're of me. I want to see them."

"Narcissist much?" Naruto hedged. He had hidden his 'private' ones from Kiba when the man had come, but he had uncovered them again once he had left. There was no way Sasuke wouldn't get pissed if he saw those paintings.

"You didn't have my permission to use my likeness in the paintings. I could sue you." Sasuke cocked his head to one side, a slightly taunting, daring tilt to his lips. Now that he knew the painter was Naruto, he wanted to know everything about the paintings. How long had Naruto been thinking about him? Why did he paint him? Had he painted others like this in the past? The thought made a spike of anger surge through him. He didn't like that idea at all. He didn't want this to be some passing fad for Naruto. He didn't know what he wanted. But he knew he wouldn't be able to explore it here in public.

"I don't use your name or show your face. And your image is posted in magazines all over the place. It's public information what your body looks like." Naruto couldn't quite hide the anger in his voice at the memory of those photos. God, he loathed them.

Something of his feelings must have shown on his face. Sasuke shifted the napkin in front of him slightly to the side, looking smug. "You don't like my job, Na-ru-to?"

The taunting tone in Sasuke's voice gave Naruto the sense that many people probably coveted Sasuke's body, and had made similar arguments in the past, wanting to own it for themselves. What right did Naruto have to be possessive? None. And it made him crazy to acknowledge it. He wasn't even sure he'd qualify as an acquaintance of Sasuke's. He had actually been surprised that the man had remembered him at all from their high school days.

Naruto shrugged, looking away. "It's your body. You can sell it if you want to." The possessive anger in Naruto's voice was clear for both of them to hear, but he couldn't help it. He had lost control when he'd opened the first damn magazine and found Sasuke's photo in the centerfold.

Sasuke arched a brow. "You painted me naked, too, you know."

Naruto felt his anger spike at the words, comparing what he had done to the works of those porn-running assholes who'd photographed him. Nevermind that Naruto had previously been a big fan of such photographs. That was before they'd pointed their cameras at someone he knew.

"Look, I might have painted you naked, but I didn't objectify you the way they did! That's not how I see you!" he realized that he was almost shouting, and glanced around the diner, noticing a few people listening in on their conversation.

Surprisingly, Sasuke didn't dispute his statement. If anything, he looked intensely pleased by it. He regarded Naruto for a moment, a flicker of an intense emotion Naruto couldn't place flashed across his face as he stood.

"Why don't we talk about this back at your studio. Unless you want to have this conversation in here," Sasuke turned, not bothering to look over his shoulder to see if Naruto was coming. This was a place that Naruto ate frequently… he was pretty sure the blond didn't want to cause a scene there.

Naruto's hands started to sweat. Was this the part where Sasuke was going to kill him? Take Naruto back to his studio, so there won't be any witnesses? Feeling backed into a corner, Naruto stood, leaving a few bills on the table to cover his food, flustered and forgetting that Kiba had said he'd pay.

Once they were outside, Naruto turned to face Sasuke, trying to get him to change his mind. He wasn't sure he trusted himself to be alone with the object of his obsession. Sasuke was supposed to be a fucking genius. Why was he wanting to basically go home with his stalker? "Look, why do you want to see the studio so badly?"

"They're paintings of me. I have the right to see them." Sasuke's tone and expression brooked no argument.

Naruto sighed. He supposed in a way, Sasuke was right. By selling the paintings, Naruto had made his obsession public. Whatever Sasuke decided to do about it, Naruto would just have to accept it. As they walked the short distance to his apartment, Naruto's anxiety grew. While he was willing to take whatever was coming to him for Sasuke's reaction to the public paintings, he didn't feel the same about the ones he painted just for himself. Those were never going to be shown, and he didn't want Sasuke to go off the deep end thinking he would display them like the others.

The ones he painted for selling were bad enough. Having Sasuke see the private ones would leave him emotionally stripped bare. He couldn't let Sasuke see those.

"Um, just wait here. You can see the paintings I have for public display. But there are some that are private and frankly none of your business."

Sasuke looked like he might object, but Naruto had already stepped in, deftly closing and locking the door behind him while he quickly covered the six paintings that showed Sasuke's face. He trotted back to the door, opening it and letting a slightly annoyed-looking Sasuke in.

The pale man's eyes widened as he took in the canvases filled with his image along the walls of the studio. There are a few paintings of other things from some of Naruto's older themes, but those were generally tucked aside.

Naruto could hardly believe that the object of his obsession was standing casually in the very room where he'd spent endless hours fixated on every minute aspect of his body and presence… his schoolboy fantasy literally brought to life.

Sasuke looked at each one, silently taking them all in before turning to look at Naruto again. "So you're still going to try to tell me that you weren't interested in me at all in high school?"

Naruto's eyes flickered to one of the covered canvases, but he didn't answer. Sasuke caught the direction of Naruto's gaze and before the blond could object, the painting was uncovered by a pale, elegant hand.

And of course, there was no denial that Naruto could state now. The painting showed two boys, both wearing their school uniforms. Sasuke's face clearly visible as the younger blond boy pulled him down by his red tie into a heated kiss against a familiar-looking locker. There was a dark look of possession on the blond's face in the painting, seeming to feed off the look of naked lust in Sasuke's painted expression. Sasuke felt his blood stir as he saw the tan fingers slipping into the waistband of the older boy's school uniform pants.

He had never let anyone touch him like that in high school. He'd still been trying to live up to his family's impossible expectations at that time, so coming out of the closet had been out of the question. Not to mention that the majority of the people trying to get in his pants were more turned on by the size of his family's bank account than the size of anything else he might have to offer. Naruto had been one of the few people who had seemed to honestly not give a fuck about his family. It was one of the reasons Sasuke had noticed him back then. One of several, if he were honest with himself.

Of course, there was the fact that the athletic, blue-eyed blond was pretty much wet dream fodder for a young man in the process of discovering that his sexuality curved decidedly to the left of the rainbow. But it wasn't really Naruto's looks that Sasuke had been drawn to. At least, not exclusively.

Everyone had known Naruto had lost his parents at a young age and had been placed with a guardian who was gone more than he was home. Sasuke had always assumed that was the reason Naruto collected friends the way he did. It must have been lonely. And lonely was something Sasuke knew all about, even though he'd had his family back then. He'd considered once or twice going up to talk to the blond, but Naruto was always surrounded by people, most of whom Sasuke couldn't stand. So he'd done nothing, simply staying in his own social sphere at school. Then he graduated and never looked back.

What would he have done if he'd known that Naruto had been interested in him back then? He supposed it didn't matter now. Sasuke was more focused on the present. And his present goal was to get Naruto to stop dancing around why he was painting him so obsessively.

Sasuke had been curious about the artist who had captured him so well… who had seen beneath his mask. Now that he had found out that painter was Naruto, he felt much more than simple curiosity. The past attraction that he had felt for the blond when he was in school was still there. But now, it had the added layer of knowing that Naruto had been watching him. Memorizing his body. Obsessing about him. There was a dark thrill in that idea that drew Sasuke. Attracted him. He liked being the focus of Naruto's obsession. It was different than the superficial attachments his fans or casual lovers had.

More dangerous.

More addictive.

Sasuke looked back at the painting for a minute, noticing so many intimate details. The small necklace he used to wear with the Uchiha fan, usually hidden beneath his shirt. The small rip on the strap of his bookbag. It had been a birthday present from Itachi, and he hadn't wanted to replace it.

"You even remembered my locker number," Sasuke murmured, looking up from the canvas to pin Naruto with his gaze.

There was a strange tone to Sasuke's voice, a dark satisfaction and possessiveness as he turned to face Naruto. Naruto could say what he wanted, but they both knew that any claim that Naruto hadn't been fixated on him in high school would be a complete and utter lie.

Sasuke moved to the next canvas and pulled back the cloth that covered it. Naruto flinched but didn't try to stop him from looking. It was far too late to do anything to salvage the pretense of a simple artistic interest at this point. Sasuke was somewhat surprised to see this piece was only of his face and torso. There was nothing sexual about it at all. But it was the expression in his face that had Sasuke freezing. So much anguish, and loneliness, a bitter anger wrapped around the edges of it all. The figure in the painting had his fist clenched around the pendant of a necklace. The pendant itself wasn't visible, but Sasuke knew that if he were able to pry open the painted hand, he would find an Uchiha fan clutched within it.

When Itachi had shown him the first painting, Sasuke had been surprised at the amount of emotion Naruto had been able to capture in just his eyes in the works he had displayed to the public. But this painting was… as though someone had ripped out his soul and bared it to the world. He was suddenly grateful that Naruto had kept some of his work hidden from others. Even Itachi hadn't seen him this accurately.

It was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying to see how much Naruto had actually known about him. He had always prided himself on hiding it so well. He wondered what else Naruto saw when he looked at him. He found himself wanting to know Naruto in the same way Naruto knew him.

He went to uncover the remaining paintings, looking at the details and emotions captured by each one. The silence in the room stretched as Sasuke stared at them.

Naruto braced himself, waiting for Sasuke to say something more, to call him a stalker or a pervert. To punch him in the face or shout at him. But instead the man was slowly walking towards him, never breaking eye contact, the same possessiveness that Naruto had heard in the man's voice gleaming in his eyes.

Naruto stood, frozen, not sure what he expected to happen, his eyes helplessly watching the fluid, predatory grace of Sasuke's movements, wishing he could capture it with his paints.

All thoughts of painting fled when Sasuke slid a palm along Naruto's jaw, threading his fingers through the messy blond hair before tugging the blond's face close to his.

"Who's Sakura?" Sasuke's voice had an edge to it, but Naruto hardly registered as he tried to process the question.

"Huh?" Naruto's brain was beginning to shut down with the proximity of Sasuke's body to his. "Who?"

Sasuke smirked at the slightly dazed expression on Naruto's face. "Sakura. Hinata mentioned she used to live with you?"

"Uh… my… ex," Naruto managed to get out, wondering why Sasuke would care about that.

A pleased expression appeared on Sasuke's face. "You should have talked to me in high school, Dobe," he murmured, leaning in slightly, but not quite letting their bodies touch.

Naruto could feel the warmth of Sasuke's breath brush across his lips. He shivered, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and kiss him, but not trusting himself to be able to stop if Sasuke didn't want to do more than tease him. There would be no 'halfway' possible with him.

"Why?" Naruto asked, licking his lower lip. He could feel his whole body practically vibrating at the feel of Sasuke's hands on him. He tried to get control of himself. He wasn't sure how far Sasuke was willing to take this, but Naruto's restraint was hanging by a thread. He was close enough to smell the subtle scent of Sasuke's cologne, and the undertones of the man who wore it. It made him nearly dizzy as he drew a deeper breath. "You would have just shot me down back then."

Naruto couldn't help it as his hand mimicked Sasuke's, sliding along the edge of the sharp, pale jaw, before letting his thumbs dip down to feel the texture of the skin at Sasuke's throat. It was warm and smooth, just as he'd imagined.

Sasuke considered Naruto's words. Would he have been able to step away from his focus on pleasing his family at that time? "You're probably right," he sighed, frustrated with his younger self for trying so long for something so pointless. But it wasn't too late to correct at least one mistake.

"You were too focused on trying to be perfect for your family," Naruto shifted as though to step back, but Sasuke didn't let him, gripping Naruto's wrist.

"Hn. But as you've discovered, I've moved on from that since then." Sasuke's eyes were dark and intense, focused on Naruto's. Naruto could feel the heat of Sasuke's body, could smell the scent of him, blending with the scent of the paints that Naruto had begun to associate with creating Sasuke's body, his image, his presence… reality merging with fantasy and spiraling out of Naruto's control.

Naruto drew a shuddering breath,. "Yeah. I noticed. Hey, Sasuke…"

Sasuke arched a brow, noticing that there was now a slight sheen of sweat forming on Naruto's upper lip. He could feel Naruto's pulse racing beneath his fingertips.

"Hn."

"If you don't want this to, uh… escalate pretty much immediately, you need to get out of my apartment for about two hours."

Sasuke slowly smirked.

Then took the half step closer that brought their bodies brushing lightly against each other. He could feel another shudder ripple through Naruto's frame. "That desperate?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed, his fingers returning to Sasuke's jaw, tightening just on the border of being painful. "I gave you fair warning. Don't complain later. You're supposed to be a clever guy, Sasuke. But you willingly came home with someone who's been obsessively painting you for months. You're lucky I didn't just pin you to the wall and fuck you the second the door closed behind us."

Sasuke didn't flinch. He locked his gaze onto Naruto's, reveling in the darkly possessive look that was directed towards him.

"Maybe I would have been luckier if you had." Sasuke needed Naruto to want him more than the ones who only saw him for his looks. He needed to feel that focus on him, from someone who didn't care about his family or anything else. "Or do you only like to look?"

"Holy shit," Naruto couldn't have stopped what happened next if his life had depended on it. "You have no fucking idea…"

Naruto decided words were a waste of his time. He brought Sasuke's mouth harshly to his own, slanting his lips across Sasuke's. He drew his tongue over Sasuke's lower lip, and shuddered when that perfect mouth immediately opened for him. Not wanting to do anything that could possibly break this moment or wake him up if this was yet another erotic dream he was having, he slid his tongue into the waiting mouth, feeling Sasuke's tongue return the favor.

Naruto groaned at the taste of the man, breathing in deeply to draw in the clean, faintly spicy scent that he had never been close enough to know. He slid one of his hands down Sasuke's back, resting it in the curve at the base of the spine and pulling their bodies flush together.

His arousal was already painful in his jeans, and he realized it had been weeks since he'd masturbated. Months since he'd last had sex. But he didn't want to rush this. He finally had the object of his obsession in his grasp, and he wanted to explore every inch of him.

Not breaking their kiss, he walked them slowly backwards towards his futon.

He slid his hands up over the front of Sasuke's hip bones, squeezing them slightly before tugging the shirt free from the black pants and rapidly undoing the buttons. When he had them undone, he pushed the fabric aside, his eyes burning with a worshipful lust as the pale flesh that he had spent so much time recreating with his brushes and paints was revealed.

Sasuke was far from modest about his looks. He knew he looked good. But the intensity of the dark, possessive lust that radiated from Naruto's eyes made him feel even more powerful, truly desirable in a way he really hadn't before. The artist saw no 'second best' about Sasuke, no 'father's disappointment'. He only saw Sasuke. But he also didn't see just Sasuke's looks. Naruto saw him for who he was. Aside from his brother, no one else had ever taken the time to do that.

Naruto's hands slid worshipfully over the plane of Sasuke's flat stomach, the warmth of it something he never could achieve with his paints and brushes. Tan fingertips traced every ridge, every plane of Sasuke's chest as Naruto's tongue and lips trailed behind, memorizing every detail until Sasuke was shuddering with need. Naruto's hands still held the traces of paint beneath his fingernails, and he watched in fascination as they slid over the smooth, pale skin of Sasuke's body, more perfect than any canvas could ever be.

Sasuke watched the reverential, lust-ridden expression on Naruto's face as he touched him. Sasuke had had lust directed towards him many times before. This was different. He wanted more.

"Fuck yes," Naruto groaned.

Naruto stepped back just enough to be able to see Sasuke's body that was now bared for him, loving the way the dim light in the room played over the dips and grooves of the bare flesh before him, feeling the heat of Sasuke's skin, so different from the cold paper of the photos he'd had before.

Naruto slowly sank to his knees, pressing his cheek reverently to the perfect stomach. His eyes drifted to the row of paintings, where dark eyes watched them from the many canvases that lined the room. Naruto felt a shudder at the intensity of it all. He was surrounded by images of his fixation, completely immersed. But this time, he had the original. He could do all the things he had fantasized about… things that his mind had told him would be off limits were suddenly possible.

Naruto felt his breath hitch as his pulse stumbled. He needed to offer Sasuke one more chance to end this if he didn't want this. But he didn't know if he could get the words out.

"Sasuke… please… let me," he slid his hands to Sasuke's hips, guiding him down to the mattress.

Blue eyes looked intently into black as he knelt above Sasuke, tan fingers tracing lightly over the ridges of Sasuke's abs.

So perfect.

Naruto waited for permission, unable to control the shaking need in his fingers as they brushed softly against the pale skin.

"Naruto, fuck, just -" Sasuke's words were cut off as Naruto's mouth brushed against his. The way Naruto's eyes were locked on his and the complete focus with which Naruto's attention was latched onto his every move was addictive. He loved to be watched by those eyes. Loved the dark feel of the obsession he could see in their depths. On him. No one else.

And the fact that it was Naruto, someone Sasuke had thought had been one of the few who hadn't even noticed him in high school, made it all the better. He looked up briefly to see images of himself surrounding them. Watching them. So much of his own inner emotions laid bare before them. This was how Naruto saw him. Even while fucking him, Naruto saw this in him.

Sasuke couldn't do anything other than arch up as he felt Naruto's hands and tongue moving over him.

Naruto hummed as he looked over at Sasuke, the dark hair disheveled, the pale, usually stoic face flushed with repletion. The images captured in the magazines had shown Sasuke always in control, keeping himself back. But Naruto had seen him break apart beneath his fingers and mouth, and it was a sight that Naruto would guard jealously in his memory.

"So beautiful," he breathed reverently, bending down to kiss Sasuke's pale lips.

They lay together on Naruto's futon for several minutes waiting for their breathing to slow.

Naruto's gaze remained fixed on Sasuke the entire time. After a moment, the pale man arched an eyebrow in question.

"I just wondered if you were going to disappear. I thought maybe I'd finally lost my mind."

Sasuke looked at him, amusement in his eyes. "Who said you had much of a mind to lose in the first place?"

Naruto blinked, then laughed as he carefully withdrew, tossing the used condom into the trashcan by his bed. "Yeah, you're still just as much of an asshole now as you were back in high school."

Sasuke stretched, noticing the way Naruto's eyes darkened as they ran over his body. He purposefully drew the motion out. "Now I guess you don't need to use the photos."

Naruto's eyes showed a flash of anger again.

Sasuke smirked. "What, you don't like the pictures?"

"No," Naruto said tightly.

Sasuke rolled over, straddling Naruto. "I've made a lot of money modeling them."

Naruto gripped Sasuke's hips, his cock already stirring back to life, but his anger still bubbled beneath it. "Is that all that matters? Money?"

Sasuke shrugged, rolling his hips slightly. "Getting back at my parents after they disowned me for being gay wasn't bad either."

Naruto tried to focus on this conversation rather than the feel of Sasuke's ass pressed against his cock. "And now?"

Sasuke leaned down and kissed him. "We'll see. I had planned on going back to school at some point."

Naruto kissed him back feverishly. "Good. Because I don't want anyone else seeing you naked in real life."

Sasuke arched a brow. "Possessive already?"

Naruto smiled darkly. "You came back to my place after seeing all the paintings I did of you, Sasuke. You're a smart enough guy to be able to tell I'd never let you go once I had you."

Naruto's tone was friendly, but there was a steel behind it that let them both know he was not joking.

Sasuke smirked. He would be lying if he said the obsessive nature of Naruto's fixation on him didn't turn him on. He would never be second in Naruto's eyes. It was good the artist seemed to know him so well.

"And you won't have other models, either," Sasuke's eyes darkened, showing almost equal possessiveness. Naruto was his. He wouldn't let him find another obsession.

"I can work with that," Naruto grinned, pulling Sasuke's mouth to his. He had a feeling he wouldn't be leaving his apartment for weeks again. But this time, he'd be doing something other than painting.

The end.

A/N: For those of you who didn't catch the 'cutting off the ear 'reference, that was referring to Vincent Van Gogh.

Hoped you liked the story! :-) Happy NaruSasu day.