Disclaimer: They would be sexy ninjas, who do sexy things. All sexy day.
Warning: Yaoi. Lots'nLots.
Pairings: Sasu/Naru... GAARA/ITACHI! Since I just can't decide on either Neji or Lee. Nyyaaaa. And it's not changing this time. I don't... think. I hope not.

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So You're In Love With Your Best Friend?
Chapter Ten: He Who Loves Frogs
Sasuke's POV

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I smirk lazily, running my hand down a whiskered cheek. He's back, he came back to me. Just like I knew he would. Insert mildly Itachi-like Sasuke laugher here.

Gaara honestly never stood a chance. Not with me in the picture. He tried, and I'll give him credit. He caught Naruto's attention for a while, but it was always me that drove Naruto crazy, took him to that place he never wanted to go. Always.

All it really took... all he needed to hear...

Three words. What's so scary about that? Maybe if you mean them, perhaps they're not that terrifying. I smile crookedly, looking down at my drooling idiot. Yeah, mine. It's time to grow up, Sasuke. And I'm starting.

One bright blue iris cracks open, staring right back at me. He blinks, the sheet covering his body falls as he sits up, exposing cream colored flesh to me. His hand reaches out, and I grab it awkwardly. We kind of glare each other down... except, it's turning me on.

"Sasuke," he whispers, probably unsure how he got to my house, when we clearly had sex at his house. It involved a wagon, and duct table is all I will say.

I shrug, breaking our connection to go take a well deserved shower. "Yeah. Just leave it at that."

Naruto huffed, puffing out his cheeks. "Pft. No. Tell me how I got here, teme."

"You're naked. How do you think."

That line just earned him a scowl and a rather rude hand gesture. Red quickly trails up his neck, spreading on his cheeks in blotches that make him look like he has poison ivy. It's rather adorable, that he still blushes like this.

And just a little weird. Naruto scratches his blond mop, shifting on the bed to his side. "Meh. Give me a real answer. I know we had sex, idiot... I just, I dunno."

I grin, kneeling over his petite frame and kissing his shoulder gently. He stiffens the moment my lips brush his flesh. "You want to know if my feelings are true? Yes.. they are. I lo... I love you. Happy?"

He sniffs, but I know he's not crying. No, probably the opposite. The covers are thrown away, his body catapulting into mine, my arms coming around him in a soft embrace. Absently he licks my neck. "Good. I was getting sick of your stupid ass indecision."

I roll my eyes, letting my hand drift down his side. "Dobe."

He groans as it gets lower, my fingers ghosting across his hip, tracing the outline of bone there.

"Asshole," he chokes.

"You don't mean that." I smirk, taking his awakening arousal in my hand.

"Nnn..."

"What was that dobe?"

Naruto bites his lip, not noticing me inching him back toward the bed, laying him down and mounting him. Once he realizes it however, his eyes narrow, both with pleasure and suspicion.

"Again, Sas... Sasuke..."

I grab the lube stashed under the pillow for these such occasions, grinning while preparing him. "Don't tell me you don't want this. I can see it for my self." His foot goes out to kick me in the face, but I take his ankle, pulling him closer and swiping his leg with my tongue.

He makes a face, blanching. "Ewww. Kinky bastard."

I shrug, arching my back and taking out my fingers from him with practiced ease, enjoying the visible shiver that runs up his spine. Naruto closes his eyes, hiking his legs up and over my shoulders. I can tell he isn't pleased, but he nods. "Go slow asshole. I'm still recuperating from last night, okay..."

He blushes again as I push inside, biting my lip to keep from hissing. Damn. This boy is gloriously tight. And rightfully so. If he had sex with Gaara... well, let's say that Gaara would be headless right now. In more ways than one.

"Ahhhh... nehh, Sas, Sasuke..."

He trails his hands in hair, wrapping strands around his nimble fingers, my hips moving in and out in a slow, rewarding motion.

"What, fuck, what," I moan, burying my face in his sweaty neck.

"Did, nh, you ever clean up the mess we, ahhh there! fuck, made on Iruka's table?" Naruto manages, clawing at my back.

"No."

"Ohhh..."

We came at the same time, my hand firmly pumping him to my thrusts, our mouths mashing together in the heat of the moment. I'm extremely pleased I didn't take that shower, now.

In the few seconds of chaos that passes, I can only think of one thing. I hate Itachi.

As we come down from our highs, the door to my room bursts open and in steps Satan's favorite little helper, my brother... ew. And with his presence, he brings death. Shurikens fly into the wall above the headboard, my hands covering the hair that sticks up, while Naruto shrieks, falling off the bed in all his naked glory.

Itachi stops his assault, eyeing us.

"It smells like ass in here."

I try, and fail to control my fierce anger. Death is on my finger nails, I can feel them curl in hate. I only barely suppress it.

That is, until Itachi's creepy as hell eyes fall on my, MINE, what belongs TO ME, Naruto

I think I can still hear the police sirens ringing in my ears. The whole neighborhood is outside, watching me and my stupid ass brother beat the crap out of each other. He's got me in a headlock on the front lawn when I turn, catching someone walking up to us with shock white hair, red lines falling down his face. The crowd parts to let him through.

Jiraiya, the fucking pervert bastard toadman.

He giggles at our dispute, kicking us apart. "Boys. What's going on here?" I roll on my side, rubbing at my throat. Itachi tried to choke me.

Naruto hobbles out of the mansion, clothed thank god, and starts yelling at me. "What the FUCK is wrong with you Sasuke!" But I'm not the only one getting his head screamed off. Itachi has to bear it too. "And YOU. Who the HELL do you think you are, goddamn it? What's up with this family!"

Family? Well that's rude. I'm only related to that thing through blood. And thin blood, at best.

Jiraiya shrugs, flicking the blond on the forehead. "Well, someone did call about a domestic dispute, but since it's you guys, I'll just... LEAVE. Hahahah." Jiraiya cackles back to his car creepily. We all stare at his retreating form.

What an idiot. How does he do his job?

He doesn't, that's how.

Naruto helps me up, shaking his head.

"Why do I put up with you?"

I smile slightly, ruffling his hair, ignoring his protest. And then that leaves Itachi.

Who is... GONE. Ahh! I run into the house, my own eyes feel like popping out at the sight of him whistling and making eggs, happily at that. Like nothing happened. The crazy.

I think I'd better lay down right now.

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TBC...

A gazillion months... of no updates, I know. I had fun with the last part of this chapter, hee. I hope you can tell. I think Jiraiya is definitely my favorite character, just because of his voice. Omg. Amazing.

This was indeed supposed to be out a lot quicker. It's so hard to write a fandom when you're not in it anymore. My god.

I hope you enjoyed my half assed lemon though. Mou!

Plzzz review! We're winding down to the last chapter, oh noes! I think two more, yes yes.