Disclaimer

I do not own Naruto.

Summary

Take one brooding chef. Add a blond playboy. Mix until firm. Sample to taste.

Author's Notes

O hai.

I have been working on Teddy Bears but I have been really busy with summer classes and work taking up most of my time.

To try and keep myself writing, I decided to do a little oneshot with my favorite pairing.

It's kinda dirty.

srsly

;D

wut ... a partee?

"Your date is pretty hot."

Naruto grinned at the comment from his old friend Kiba, taking a swig from his beer. "I just know how to pick them." He said, slouching against the wall and taking in the party that was milling about in front of him.

Beautiful faces passed by, all holding various liquids in their hands. Soft chatter filled the background like a blanket and everyone there was dressed to impress. The party was the usual end to a hot day in Malibu.

A pair of blue eyes, set in the face of one who was outside almost everyday of their life followed a figure standing near the long buffet. They traced over the tight blue shirt that highlighted the subtle muscles that coiled underneath, the lack of sleeves showing off the toned arms. He wanted to tangle his hands into the dark black hair that was reflecting blue highlights from the lights above.

Wanted to grab the hot ass that was poured into the pair of tight, pale jeans.

He swallowed a deep gulp of beer in an attempt to dislodge the dry lump that had formed in his throat at that thought.

"Are you sure you really know how to?" Kiba said, nudging him with an elbow. "I heard a rumor that your date is actually your cook."

"Personal chef."

"Whatever. It's the same thing." The brunet muttered, taking a sullen sip of his own drink. "I just don't know what a guy like him sees in a schmuck like you." Kiba muttered, "I hope for your sake that he sees the same thing as you."

The blond was baffled for a moment before he saw two other men at the party approach the dark haired male, lust apparent in their gazes. Before he could move to pound his fist into their faces, nobody looked at what was his that way, the man who was his date had moved silently, but purposely, away towards the window. This left the two stalkers confused, why would their prey move away, before they joined forces to follow the direction of the raven.

Naruto grimaced when, before he could run over and stake his claim, another person who knew him wandered up and grabbed his arm. "Ah! Naruto! I was just talking about you!" Pink hair filled his vision for a moment before the perky model bounced back.

Only after leaving her breasts pressed against the taller blond for at least thirty seconds.

"I was talking to my friend Ino, you know, your neighbor, and she said that you had a new chef! I want to know who she is!" She gushed, strangling Naruto's arm in a death hold as she glanced about the room for someone frumpy and awkward enough to fill the title of 'chef'.

"Actually, Ino is right over there! INO!" Sakura yelled loudly across the room, catching the attention of her fellow blonde model that had been stalking towards Naruto's date with a feral smile. "Get over here! We need to meet Naruto's chef!"

Sometimes being the editor of a male magazine was worth it. You got to hang around hot female models that took off all their clothes without being told and posed in provocative poses just for you. Then again…

Naruto groaned and looked down at the other busty woman clutched to his other arm, leaving Kiba looking at him in awe. You had to deal with the airheads after the shoot was over.

"Ah, Sakura, Ino. I don't know if you really want to meet my cook." He smirked, flashing a smile at a passing co-worker who looked like he had a little too much to drink. "I mean they're really boring. All they do is cook, and glare at me while they're cooking. I mean-"

"Oh, no problem, Naruto." Ino smiled a sickly sweet grin, swishing her long hair back and forth as she shrugged. "Besides, I've been chasing after someone all night long at this little shindig. I'm betting he'll finally look my way in a couple of minutes."

Sakura's grip tightened on Naruto's arm. "You better not be talking about that guy in the sexy pants." Her emerald eyes narrowed to slits as they glared at the other female across the editor's broad chest.

"Of course." Ino proudly stated, throwing her hair back again, "I've never seen him before, and he looks like someone who needs a fun time. He's going to be mine."

"Not if I get to him first." Sakura spat back.

Ino released Naruto to snarl at the pink-haired female, "In your dreams, Haruno."

"As if you have a millionth of a chance getting with him, Ino-Pig." Sakura growled, pointing her finger to tap it against the barely clothed chest of the other model.

In a moment, the two centerfolds from the months of August and December, respectively, began a bitch fight over a man who neither had been properly introduced to.

Also neither of the women noticed the darkening eyes of the editor known as Kyuubi; both for his ferocious, destructive nature when taking charge of his magazine, only if something went wrong of course, in addition to his foxy ways with the ladies. His nickname was mostly due to his interactions with the fairer sex and his 'love them, then leave them' attitude.

Too bad he was currently focusing all of his attentions on the aloof man who was ignoring everyone coming near him, ranging from the bursting-out-of-their-dresses females to the men with the fake tans and wide, white smiles.

With a tight grimace towards Kiba, whose eyes were firmly locked into place on the heaving breasts of the two models, Naruto crossed through the crowd towards his chef who was looking at the famous Southern California waves.

"Oi, Sasuke."

At the mentioning of his name, the slimmer man turned, a glass of champagne bubbling in his long, pale fingers. The pants, which Naruto and most of the population of the party had noticed, hung low on a pair of hips. Granting anyone who looked more than a few seconds a delicious sliver of flesh in-between the skin-tight skirt and jeans. The blue shirt, so deliciously tight, gave the almost translucent skin a blue tint, and the dimmed lights emphasized the faint outline of a soft hipbone.

And how Naruto wanted to lick across that bone, tasting sweat and something else that personified the stoic chef. To get him to loosen up, if the deadpan glare was anything to go by.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I don't blame you for being mad at me for abandoning you." The blond chuckled nervously, remembering how they had abruptly parted once they had walked into the party.

A dark eyebrow rose as Sasuke turned to his employer, swirling his glass idly. "I'm not mad at you."

"I left you alone."

"I'm perfectly fine alone." The deep voice said sincerely as he placed his glass on a passing waiters plate.

A tan hand grabbed the wrist as Naruto dragged his hired help onto the dance floor.

"Temari's here." He said. No, his demanding ex-girlfriend wasn't here. "Let's dance." Naruto whispered to Sasuke, running his tongue over the shell of the ear when he didn't answer quickly enough.

The blond molded his body to the raven, pulling him close and ignoring the twin squeals of anger and disbelief that alerted him to Sakura and Ino seeing him with the 'sexy pants guy'. After a moment, and feeling as if there was still space in between them, Naruto pressed his hand to Sasuke's back to draw him closer against him. Through their clothes, his cock brushed against Sasuke's own hardness.

A wicked leer lit up the editor's face as he looked down at his dancing partner, laughing softly at the pale blush the dusted over the slender nose.

"I see a guy you might like." Naruto murmured to Sasuke as they spun slightly, killing any mood that might have been developing.

A pair of dark eyes flashed up in moody anger, clashing with the sparkling blue orbs. "Oh?" He said testily with his hand fisting in the dark red fabric of his employer's shirt, the faint blush vanishing in an instant.

In fact the only reason he was even at this party was because he seemed like a good way to 'fight off' Naruto's ex who still wanted to get together. To try and sweeten the deal, of course, his boss promised had him that he would find him a nice 'gay, pansy-boy' that Sasuke could settle down with.

As long as he remained his cook and made that miso ramen he loved so much.

"Yeah. Real hot. Grey hair. Mask on the lower half of his face." Sasuke stumbled when Naruto swung him around hastily, so he would be able to see the man in question.

"The one reading the orange book."

"Sure…" The dark-haired man mumbled, his eyes glancing at the reading pervert in the corner.

"Looks like your type."

Sasuke tripped into Naruto's chest, ignoring his wildly beating heart as he righted himself.

"I could introduce you. He's a close friend of my family." Naruto smirked down, wanting to throw the other man off balance physically and mentally. "Want me to?" He asked, breathless, as he jerked the other man up slightly so their eyes were even, also settling his throbbing erection a little under the other man's.

Instead of the chef backing down, the blond felt his hold go a little slack when he heard Sasuke mumble something that might have been affirmative across his cheek. The warm breath across his face, though, couldn't erase the short sentence that Naruto heard.

"If it makes you happy."

"Wha…?" When the blond looked down to see if his chef was joking, sometimes he did that with a biting sarcasm when he prepared dinner, but all he saw was a pair of dark eyelashes shielding the almost black eyes and the fringe of Sasuke's hair closing off any other means of discovering his true emotions.

"Excuse me." With that, the shorter man turned and fled out the back door, ignoring a hand that groped him as he passed, and stumbling once he hit the soft sand of Malibu.

Naruto stood dumbly on the dance floor, his body screaming at the loss of heat from his partner, and it was only when a pair of nails bit into his hand did he notice Sakura dragging him back to the group he was talking to before.

"Naruto. You didn't tell me you knew him." She grit out from behind clenched teeth. Her eyes flashed a violent green color that reminded him of the vegetables Sasuke had cut up for breakfast that morning.

"You didn't ask."

The snide answer bounced off the model like a rubber bullet, "You should have told us anyway, Naru. It is polite."

"Not that you are polite." Ino hissed. "Bastard." Before her talons could join in with Sakura's to shred apart the editor, her current love interest, named Shikamaru, dragged her away with a muttered 'how troublesome'.

"Who is he?" Sakura demanded, not caring that she was possibly offending the man who employed her.

"My personal chef."

Her painted mouth gaped like a fish, opening and closing.

"But, but, but, he's so handsome! He can't be a cook!" She howled, jumping up and down in a little tantrum.

"His name is Sasuke Uchiha. Google it." Naruto said, his chest filling with pride when he thought of the current, world famous chef whose daring culinary endeavors would grace only his table.

Just as Sasuke should grace Naruto's presence at all times.

"I have to go now." He abruptly said, a frown marring his perfectly tanned features. "Something more important needs my attention."

Leaving Sakura glaring at his back, and Kiba laughing at the mess that he had got himself into, Naruto stomped out the back door of the house the party was being held in. The moment he stepped into the sand, his forward moment slowed. The soft and deep particles pulled at his feet and filled his shoes quickly.

Moving in the direction he thought he remembered seeing his dance partner run off in, the editor called Kyubi paused when he saw two figures locked in an embrace. Expecting Sasuke to be avoiding any couples at this time, he started to move away until he heard a muffled protest.

"I said no." A firm voice said followed by the firm thud of a fist hitting a solid chest.

Deciding to investigate, Naruto wandered a little closer, only to find the man he was looking for right in front of him.

Skin almost as fair as Sasuke, though with a sickly pallor, yanked hard on Sasuke's arms and dragged him back into a fierce kiss. The click of teeth was heard, barely muted by the sea's waves, as a long tongue forced its way into an unwilling mouth. A splash of blood threaded down Sasuke's chin, the other man had bitten his lip in his advances and it was leaving a sluggish trail a dark red.

"Oi!"

The two separated quickly while breathing harshly.

"Hello, Naruto. You're looking well tonight. That break from the office is doing you some good I see." Orochimaru said, roughly jerking a squirming Sasuke against his emaciated body. "Have you met Sasuke? We're friends from far back." A twisted smile found its way to the man's face when the chef stopped in his struggles to lie limply in his grip.

The blond felt his hands tighten and something in his heart burn painfully when he spotted the defeated look on Sasuke's face, a trickle of blood still oozing sluggishly from the jagged slash on his lip.

"Go, Orochimaru." He hissed darkly. The sand no longer held him back when he moved forward.

"Ah, ah, fine." The pallid man responded, about to move away, yanking the shorter man with him.

"Leave him."

Yellowed eyes snapped up to the blond in a glare. "Why, Naruto? Why ever would I do that when I finally found Sasuke?" His other hand, the one not gripping a wrist painfully, brushed against a cheek playfully and twisted itself in tightly in raven locks.

Sasuke grimaced, but he made no sound of protest and his eyes simply twisted tighter shut.

"Now." And without waiting for a reply, Naruto was suddenly shoving a fist into the soft features of Orochimaru. The satisfying crunch of the bones in the nose reverberated their way up the man's arm, and the blond twisted his fist before he pulled it back.

As Orochimaru fell, Naruto pulled Sasuke towards him, hefting him into a bridal style hold and striding over the sand much quicker than before. Without going back into the house, and the party, the editor strode to the front and demanded the valet to bring his car immediately.

The rest of the motions were a blur, and it was only when Naruto was pulling up to his own large house did he finally risk a glance over to the only passenger in his Porsche.

A pair of dull eyes looked out the window bleakly, a pale hand gripped loosely around the handle more as something for the appendage to do than actually holding the person's body in place. The blood that coated a pale chin had mostly dried due to the air conditioning from the vehicle, but the lip itself still glimmered in the streetlights.

"Sasuke?"

The body jerked abruptly in the seat and opened the door, slamming it shut, leaving Naruto alone in the car. His blue eyes followed the other man as he stomped up the stone steps to the mansion.

Naruto grunted as he unfolded himself from the vehicle, running a hand briskly through his blond spikes as he followed in the footsteps of his fleeing chef. He paused when he reached the door and properly closed it behind him when he slipped through.

"Sasuke?"

There was a brief silence before he heard the sound of chopping coming from the kitchen.

"Of course." Naruto muttered, walking into his state of the art kitchen and seeing the person who had drawn him here. The infuriating, obnoxious, moody, sexy, mysterious chef who was in demand all over the world but who had stubbornly decided to channel all of his culinary genius into being a chef for a single man. The thought brightened the blonde's mind for a moment but then he remembered where he was.

And whom he was watching silently from the doorway.

Slim fingers chopped celery coarsely, recklessly hacking into the vegetable and just missing the digits that held it in place. Next to his right arm was a large bowl that was already partially filled with en concasse tomatoes, their pulpy surface glittering from the rough damage they had gone through, and something that looked like diced cucumbers. On the other side of his body an onion sat innocently and a bottle of vinaigrette with its tap tightly screwed on.

"I know you don't like pimentos." His voice said, calmly stating out the preferences of his employer.

Naruto left his post from outside the realm of Sasuke and stepped inside, pulling a seat up to the counter across from the chef. "Yeah…" His eyes struggled to see if there was anything wrong, but the man directly in front of him seemed to be acting the same as he did everyday.

"Look, Sasuke, Orochimaru-"

"Don't."

The dark-haired man turned to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold bowl filled with cooked elbow pasta. Slamming it onto the counter, he grabbed the onion and cut off one end and his fingers trembled slightly as he tore off the brown husk. Taking his large knife, he cut it length wise and dropped on half face down on the board and went to work on the other one.

"It's nothing. Just something I did when I was a stupid kid." He ground out from clenched teeth, his knife flashing in strange intervals from the overhanging fluorescent lights.

Naruto noticed that he hadn't washed off the blood that had splattered onto his chin.

"It was my own fault and I had to pay for it." Thick slices of onion were formed and were skillfully separated into strips and cut again into smaller sections. They were thrown into the bowl with the macaroni and the pair of shaking hands stirred them quickly, reaching over and grabbing the other bowl filled with other ingredients to combine them both.

Sasuke reached for the other half of the onion. "I said no, but sometimes people don't take no for an answer. Sometimes people just don't know how to prove their affection in different ways. Sometimes people are too dumb to know when to-" A sudden jerk and Sasuke was running to the sink, cradling his hand to his chest, and simultaneously interrupting his cooking and the revealing of his past.

Naruto was right behind him, his back ramrod straight at listening to his usually stoic chef go on a rant.

His hands clamped onto the sink, one on either side of the man that was still wearing his tight party clothes, and he leaned over to box Sasuke against the counter. He decided to ignore the stiff posture of the dark-haired male and what it possibly meant.

"Sasuke." He breathed, feeling his chest slightly touch the chef's back. "Do you want me to help you forget?" Naruto whispered, breathing in the scent that was solely 'Sasuke', a strange yet seductive scent of vanilla, almond extract, and something that might have been sawdust.

"I'll make it feel good." His hand crept around to rest against the flat plane of Sasuke's stomach, the muscles taunt at his actions.

"I'll help you forget." He repeated as he rested his chin on Sasuke's shoulder.

"Don't." The chef looked down at his hand, the slim cut from the knife no longer bleeding, the cold water turning his hands a chalky white color. "You sound like him."

The four words, grouped together in such a way, caused Naruto to jerk back.

"What did you say?" He hissed.

Tense shoulders were all he saw for a moment before Sasuke turned, raising his eyes slowly to suddenly lock their black depths with the blue of his employer. His eyes broke contact and drifted over the macaroni salad he had been making. The large knife was in the same position as when it had fallen from limp fingers. A lone splotch of blood had landed on the counter, but not close enough to the food to fear contamination.

"You heard me." His dark eyes narrowed and he glared at Naruto, a spark of his normal attitude coming back. "Just because you hire me out of the blue, expect me to play boyfriend for you, help you sneak out of your responsibilities, doesn't mean I have to tell you everything. God, you just want me here to fill you up with food and at 'fill' the spot next to you at parties." His thin fingers made air quotes as the words were spat from his lips.

"People like you make me sick. You're the type of person who made me hate working in the restaurant business. Using someone's body as a way to control them. Playing a part for everyone."

Naruto watched in shock as the other man ripped off his shirt, somehow peeling it off in one fluid motion that the blond would never be able to master in a million years. Before he could ask what he was doing, not that he was complaining at the sudden strip show, his eyes widened in disbelief when he finally saw what Sasuke wanted him to see.

The scar.

Slashing its way from slightly behind his left shoulder, and cutting dangerously close to his neck, the scar cut across a pale chest and ended slightly to the right of the delicate looking belly button. As if someone had stabbed a serrated knife into the pale shoulder and then jerked it down in one quick, brutal movement. Small staple scars marred the jagged line on either side, outlining the only thing that kept the body in front of Naruto from being perfect.

Breathing heavy, and gripping his shirt tightly in one hand, the chef backed against the counter. "You can't make me forget. Anymore then he could make me feel. Or how he tried to control me." He spat like an angry cat.

"I have to go now. I'll be back tomorrow to finish the salad and your breakfast." Sasuke said with a tone of finality, walking out the kitchen and into the living room to approach the front door.

He didn't see the body that was propelling itself towards him.

He should've heard Naruto's feet slap against the tile floor to catch up to him.

He couldn't have predicted his boss suddenly deciding now was a good time to jump his chef.

The tongue rasping along the beginning of his scar on his shoulder was another surprise he wasn't expecting.

"…Hmm…Sasuke." The words vibrated against the smaller man's neck, sending a chill through him. "Why do you have to act this way, hn?" The wandering hands found their way to a tight pair of pants and fiddled with the button.

Sasuke struggled underneath the blond, trying to push his way out from his position slammed against the couch. "W-what are you-ng! What are you doing!" He said, ignoring the fact that his struggling motions forced his body into the natural curve of Naruto's body.

"Nothing you don't want me to do." He ground his cock into the backside offered to him, grinning at the strangled mewl that escaped from a pair of panting lips.

His tactful hands popped open the button and reached inside. For a moment his motions stopped in astonishment and then they rubbed vigorously against the hardness. "Someone seems to have forgotten something today." Naruto said playfully, wiping his thumb across the weeping tip and smearing the pre-cum onto his hand.

Flipping the chef over on the couch, he let his eyes rake over the sight before him, placing his hands firmly on the unclothed hips.

"Ah-! Please stop it…!" A pale flush covered the visible skin, tinting Sasuke a light pink, and giving an innocent glow to the man. Nervous chewing on his lip had opened up the cut again, but it also made his lips appear bigger. The pants had been yanked down around his thighs and nestled in a thatch of dark curly hair was the object in question Naruto was focusing all his energy on.

"No. I don't think so." He stated, wrapping his hands around the base and giving it a couple of pumps. "You see, Sasuke, I have to say you've been tempting me. I've resisted for a while now," A pink tongue flicked out to run up the length, "But now it's time I had some fun.

"And I think you're liking this." Another flash of his teeth was all the Sasuke was able to see before his cock disappeared into a hot mouth, leaving only his hands to grab the short blond hair.

"W-why?" Sasuke whispered and his blunt nails scrapped against Naruto's scalp, his head tilted back, ramming into the cushions as he bit back the need to scream.

A grunt was caught in his throat, feeling the blond on top of him growling in warning when he wriggled on the couch to vigorously. His hands tightened their grip on the hair when the teeth scrapped against the sensitive flesh and he couldn't hold back a drawn out moan when the suction increased.

The heat suddenly left with a pop, and a pair of dazed eyes looked down to see a smile and slanted blue eyes as Naruto rested his chin on Sasuke's stomach, licking his lips. "You sound like a cat." He said bluntly after a moment, hands rubbing up and down against the slim sides as if relishing the texture of the skin underneath them.

"But I wonder if you purr, Sasuke? Like a little kitten?"

The tongue that Naruto loved to use came out to play again, flattening as it ran a path up from the junction when the groin met the leg to the edge of the gruesome scar tissue. Instead of following the path the disfigurement made, the pink muscle dipped into the bellybutton and Naruto hummed as Sasuke arched into the feeling wantonly.

"Are you going to purr for me, Sasu-kitty?" The fingers tickled their way up to the pert nipples. They gave them a squeeze and a little twist before rubbing roughly. "I would really like that." A lean, fully clothed body followed. The red silk rasping as it moved against the heated flesh.

Arching his back, Sasuke tried to hold back a whimper as the mouth continued its path upwards, settling on the nipple to replace the pair of hands that traveled downwards to work on the button of the black wool pants. A moment later a firm erection sprung out and bumped against Sasuke's own.

Before he could groan at the sensation, Sasuke had to bite his lower lip again when a tan hand reached down to grip both organs in one grasp. A quick jerk of the wrist made the paler man writhe and arch his back.

"A-ah! Naruto-you can't-!" His fingers lost their grip on the coarse blond hair and his hands struggled for purchase on the silk fabric covering broad shoulders. "I… I… I'm going t-to-!"

"I know." The taller man groaned, his teeth afterwards sinking into the pale column of flesh and lapping at the little beads of blood that sprouted. "Just come."

Naruto grunted when he felt Sasuke stiffen and bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't miss the breathy gasp that escaped the red lips, a thin layer of blood coating them and making them glisten from the light still on in the kitchen. He ignored the mess on his shirt; truth be told, it filled him with a perverse pride, and shifted his weight slightly so he could stand up.

"Ah, Sasuke, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked the cook, unbuttoning his shirt to flick it onto the ground and staring at the sticky cum splattered on the pale chest in front of him.

"In fact, I think," He smeared a tan digit through the substance and rubbed it between his two fingers with a thoughtful expression, "We should do this again sometime. I had a good time. You had a good time.

"And this'll really keep Temari off my case."

With a grin and a laugh, he turned to walk upstairs, not noticing the blank stare Sasuke gave to his back before letting his head fall limply back onto the couch.

The way he lifted his hand up to rub against his un-kissed lips.

How his eyes became, if possible, duller, and looked unblinkingly up at the ceiling.

When he mouthed the word 'fuck' and rubbed at the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"He's just like him." He informed the empty room.

And then the sun California was famous for rose slowly, illuminating the living room with a rosy glow, making the sand sparkle as the waves lapped against them to create a noisy backdrop.

"It happened again."

Emphasizing the crushed form of one Sasuke Uchiha. Genius of the culinary world who was currently employed by one Naruto Uzumaki, editor of the men's magazine 'Stuft w/ Cherries' and who was an all around playboy.

Sasuke grimaced and stood, ignoring the state of his body and walking out the front door to his car.

He was the man who just kept making the same mistakes over and over again with different people in different places.

So he would solve it the same way as before.

By running away.

wait ... wut is goin on naow?

Author's Notes

did u lik tha, bby?

Any who, this is a oneshot.

Possibly another chapter if I get enough reviews.

Tell me what I did wrong? Share your thoughts?

Tell me I suck at writing and I should stop?

D: