Summary: What should have been an easy hack job has turned their lives upside down. Sasuke learns his past isn't as he believed and Naruto learns his relationship with Sasuke isn't exactly what he thought. Language and Lemons. AU. Narusasu.

A/N: Hello again! So back in the day I was posting Altered States and the amazingly fantastic HieiAijin1410 posted a review that I took as a challenge. This is my attempt at a fic dictated by plot with sexy times sprinkled in... as opposed to a sex driven fic with plot sprinkled in. I cannot help myself however, so there is still plenty of citrus. I do hope you enjoy! There will be a longer delay between my posts in this fic so those of you who are used to a twice a week fix will now have to settle for a twice a month (at best). Reviews are greatly appreciated, I have quite a few chapters written but I am experiencing a lack in motivation at the moment so if you want more of this please let me know!

Beta: yaoiforever21

Warnings: light boyxboy action

Disclaimer: I have never owned Naruto and I doubt I ever will

"What are you doing?" The dark-haired man asked over the muffled grunts of his companion.

The man in the adjoining cell gave a breathy reply, "What do you think I'm doing?"

Dark eyes rolled, "How can you be jacking off at a time like this?"

"I have a good imagination," there was a pause while the man grunted, "you wanna know how I can do this right now?" Muttered curses interrupted the man, "Because I know that any minute somebody could walk in here and kill us both." A shaky breath was released, "ahhh... And If I am about to die, I want one of the last bodily sensations I have to be an orgasm." Another moan caught in his throat, "I'd rather fuck my way to that end, but I don't seem to have that option. So good ol' 'Righty' is going to help me out."

The black-haired man looked over to his friend – he was sitting with his back to the bars that separated their cells, his shoulders were slouched and blond head hung low. The man carded long, pale fingers through his inky locks, "We better not die... You still owe me payment."

"Ha!" The flaxen head shot up and turned slightly to the side, the sounds of his pumping fist never ceased, "It was your sloppy skills that got us here in the first place. I think I can renege on my IOU."

"Naruto..." The dark-haired man's voice was unnaturally weak – guilty.

"Dammit Sasuke," the blond interrupted with a growl and turned back to his ministrations, "you're making it hard to concentrate."

Sasuke sat silently, midnight eyes focused on the frantic jerking motions of his friend. He would have considered the sight erotic if it weren't for the dank atmosphere – the cold walls and moist, mildew stench that hung in the air were not very arousing. Naruto truly must have a good imagination. The room grew silent save the steady drip of a leaky pipe and the harsh breaths of the man in the next cell.

72 hours earlier

A third knock, this one considerably less patient that the first two, shook the door. The whiteboard that hung by a single thumbtack threatened to fall as it slid on its perch and came to rest at a precarious angle. 'I got bitches for all your itches' was written in black marker.

"Naruto!" Yelled the angry voice attached to the pounding fist.

Sakura knew the blond was in his room, his music could be heard on all three floors of the building. And considering it was 10:07 pm on a Wednesday, the Residential Assistant deemed the student to be in violation of dorm policy.

Her sea foam eyes slit, eyebrows crinkling as she glared, "Uzumaki, turn that shit down!"

A few seconds later the music ceased and Sakura sighed, running her hand through her hot pink hair. Rustling and cursing could be heard through the thin door and finally it opened to reveal the room's blond occupant. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, shoulders and chest. The perspiration began to bead as he stood in front of the second floor RA and her eyes traveled contemptuously down his toned torso.

"I'm sorry, I was doing my daily calisthenics... was my music to loud?" He cocked his head to one side and batted his bright sapphire eyes.

Sakura's ears picked up the sound of a giggle – possibly two – from deeper inside the room, but the blond blocked any view she may have had. The RA offered her tenant a chilling smile.

"After four years of living in this same dorm, one would think you could remember when to turn your music down," she spoke with a fiercely condescending tone.

Naruto shrugged, "I know and I really did try... but you know how it can get. Besides I have a very aggressive trainer today, really pushing me for more – and I don't want to disappoint."

"Cut the crap Naruto," Sakura spat, "remember, I have the power to boot your ass on my whim."

The RA turned on her heel and began to walk away. A teasing voice drifted down the hall toward her, "Then why don't you? I clearly can't follow your precious rules."

The pink-haired woman turned back with a dangerous smirk, "Don't forget to kick out your whores, no overnight guests allowed."

Lecture was paused as the door to the classroom was opened,"Uzumaki?" A man in the doorway asked.

The professor turned from the intruding man toward his class and sighed as he pointed to the student snoring softly in the back corner.

"Uzumaki!" the professor shouted but the blond didn't stir. A dry erase pen was hurled through the air, colliding precisely with the towhead, "Naruto!"

Naruto shot up in his seat, eyes scanning the room blearily. A few students chuckled, but all laughter ceased as the man in a pressed gray suit walked toward the blond. Naruto wiped the trickle of drool from his mouth and watched the solemn man approach.

"Sir, I need you to come with me," he spoke ominously.

Naruto offered a perplexed look to the stoic man and proceeded to pack up his supplies. A few students gave off childish 'ooohs' as their classmate was escorted from the room. As the door closed Naruto could hear his professor call the class back to attention.

"What's this about?" Naruto asked as he tugged up the brown plaid board shorts that hung dangerously low from his hips.

The man walked with his hands in his pockets, his posture oddly relaxed for the serious expression he wore, "Your presence has been requested by the dean."

Sasuke pulled out his phone as he exited his Engineering Statistics class. The little light at the top of his phone blinked incessantly, telling the man he had a message. Sasuke ran his finger across the sleek touch screen and unlocked the device. Indeed he had messages – 7 of them.

Sas call ASAP

Sas whre r u?

The fuck Uchiha?

I ned help plz cakk

I thot we wre friends...

Srsly in troubled! HELP!

UR the kind of guy tht wood not help a grl screaming rape, huh?

The senior moved through the hall with a smirk, deftly avoiding the milling students as he walked toward the exit. A few flicks of his thumb and he had the phone to his ear. He listened to Weezer as he awaited an answer.

I can't stop partying, partying. I can't stop partying, partying. I gotta have patrone, I gotta have the beat. I gotta have a lot of pretty girls around me. Oh, I can't stop partying, par- "Jesus Christ. About fucking time!"

"You have atrocious texting grammar," Sasuke replied with little inflection.

"SASUKE!"

"So... what is this emergency?" the raven-haired man asked casually as he sauntered down the steps.

"They said I've violated over 20 university laws," Naruto wiped his tan hands down his face, "they started listing off things back to my freshman year, things I didn't even know were against the rules."

Sasuke leaned back in his desk chair, fingers tented in front of his chin – tapping his pursed lips. It was quite a predicament, but really Naruto should have seen it coming. His lifestyle was not favored among the school board. They had this crazy notion that higher education was supposed to give people the opportunity to succeed and become contributing members of society. Naruto certainly did contribute, but not in positive or even productive manner.

The blond fancied himself an entrepreneur and a liaison. That is to say he made a business out of connecting people. If you needed a service, Naruto could supply the contact. He never engaged in any sort of illicit activity himself – most of the time – but he had the network. Sasuke himself had been connected to a number customers via Uzumaki Enterprises.

Naruto's services were as varied as his clientele. Need some pot? I have two names on speed dial... Want guitar lessons? Let me check my rolodex... Looking for some late night company? I might have a "friend" free for the evening...

It was his natural charisma that made his business thrive. Good looking, relaxed and friendly – anybody could approach Naruto and he willingly approached anybody. His network of acquaintances grew exponentially his freshman year and by the time school was back in session the following fall he had regular customers. His fees were nominal and his wares always of top quality. If there ever was a complaint he would happily offer a refund or alternative solution. Naruto was a spectacular businessman and an even better salesman.

"So what are they going to do?" Sasuke asked, curiosity masked by boredom.

Naruto flopped back onto Sasuke's mattress and sighed. He stared up at the popcorn ceiling, admiring the constellations created by the aging afternoon sun playing with the flecks of glitter. There wasn't much light in Sasuke's studio apartment, the meager amount that did manage to find its way in always seemed to highlight the room's features in a eerie manner; a streak of golden light along one wall, a glare on the clock that obscured the time. Naruto shifted his arm and felt where a single warm ray had heated the simple black comforter he laid on.

Sasuke's eyes roved over the figure of the man sprawled out before him. His gray T-shirt had crawled up slightly, revealing the red elastic waistband to Naruto's boxers and a sliver of tan skin. Each movement of Naruto's arm revealed just a little more skin before the hem returned to its original position. Sasuke's attention was snapped away from the teasing sight when Naruto spoke.

"They're going to hold a hearing," he groaned, "I had a meeting with a student advocate from pre law that told me many of their claims are unsubstantiated. Since I didn't actually sell drugs or pimp anybody out they cannot kick me out for that. However, the fact that I profited from people that did engage in those activities could be grounds for expulsion."

Sasuke rocked back in his chair, "Can you flip on them?"

"No," Naruto shook his head, "I mean I probably could. But I won't be a rat."

"So you're going to take the fall, get expelled during your last year and flip burgers the rest of your life?" Sasuke asked with a mocking tone.

Naruto propped himself up on his elbows, a devious glint in his eyes, "Not if you have anything to say about it."

Sasuke pursed his lips, he had been expecting this, "And what am I going to do to rectify this for you?"

"I need you to hack into the school's system and clear my record; every claim... gone. They can't prosecute me if there is nothing to prove," Naruto's voice was smooth and slick.

Sasuke hummed as he turned in his chair and ran his fingers along the black tower of his computer, "That sounds challenging," he pressed a silver button and smiled as fans whirred to life, "and expensive."

Naruto smirked as the pale man turned back to him; a single beam of light danced across his face, streaking through dark bangs and over high cheekbones. Obsidian eyes began to shimmer and sear, but Naruto suspected that had little to do with the light on his face. The blond would never admit out loud just how beautiful he thought that face was. Like a porcelain doll... a sexy and sultry porcelain doll. Naruto would also never admit how much he enjoyed the barter system they had struck up years before.

Back when Naruto was still a fledgling businessman he met a mysterious, dark-haired fellow – a freshman, as he was, but the man seemed much older. Sasuke had always been more mature than most of the kids his age and over the years he had grown contemptuous of his classmates. He had thought college would be different; that he would be appreciated for his genius and given the respect he felt he deserved. He was tired of being labeled a nerd or a teacher's pet just because he fucked up the curve. Unfortunately, college was little better than high school, the only real difference was the class size – more people hated him.

They had been paired together for an English project, an idea that Sasuke vehemently rejected. He hated group projects; despised his partners and wish horrific deaths on the teachers that implemented them. Nothing irritated Sasuke more than bearing the weight of other people in order to achieve a decent grade.

Naruto was no different. His language skills were deplorable, ideas inane and punctuality nonexistent. But damn if the moron didn't try. It was the one thing Sasuke couldn't fault him for. He may have only had two brain cells, but the blond rubbed them together furiously. The only actual contribution Naruto made to their paper was the title – it was surprisingly clever, witty even. Sasuke had been shocked.

They celebrated completion of their project with a 12 pack of Heineken. They had been lightweights back then. Naruto held back soft black bangs as Sasuke emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. All the while the blond commented on how smart Sasuke was, how good a team they were.

The next morning Naruto woke to a pounding head and a sour taste in his mouth. He stumbled out of the kitchenette to find Sasuke at his computer typing wildly. By lunch the pale man had created an app for his phone to calculate blood-alcohol levels based on the parameters of weight, drink type, time lapse and stomach contents. Every word of that explanation had to be repeated four times and a demonstration performed before Naruto understood. It was then that he realized Sasuke really was a genius.

Two weeks later Naruto referred an acquaintance to his new friend, the kid had a nasty virus on his laptop. Another month and Sasuke received two more menial, tech jobs – and $150. But Sasuke didn't need the money; he did however need human interaction. He was beginning to feel lonely for the first time in many, many years. He had gotten used to the hours he spent with Naruto while they were partners and his nights felt empty without him.

At first Sasuke tried to ignore it. He had led himself to believe that he was somehow above needing friendship. He had better things to do with his time than entertain friends or lovers. It was on a Saturday night that he had his epiphany. Sitting on the hard wood floor of his studio apartment, surrounded by various computer components – an alcohol soaked swab in one hand a circuit board in the other – he realized how hollow his life was. That fateful night he called Naruto.

After another evening of too many beers – turns out the blood-alcohol app is only good if you actually use it – they came to an agreement. Instead of Naruto's acquaintances paying Sasuke for services, they would pay Naruto and in turn the blond would offer his company to Sasuke.

Looking back, it may seem that Naruto really did engage in prostitution; in a very convoluted and technical way, but a way nonetheless. It was simple at first – reformatting a computer was equal to a dinner, installing illegal software added a movie; the more illicit the job, they higher the rate. The first time Sasuke had to hack a teacher's computer to change a grade was the first time they kissed.

Truthfully, it had not been Sasuke's intention that things escalate as they did. He appreciated Naruto's company, enjoyed his friendship, but he hadn't entertained the idea of a physical relationship. Sasuke had mentioned it flippantly, jokingly – but Naruto didn't refuse him outright. Instead the blond contemplated the idea. In the end he shrugged and pulled Sasuke into a chaste kiss.

It wasn't Sasuke's first kiss. The pale boy may have been considered a nerd in high school but he was still an attractive nerd. He had dated a few girls that weren't so wrapped up in social status. He'd even found himself in a heated embrace with another guy in a basement after a LAN party. Things didn't progress far with that boy – the velcro on his wrist brace got caught in Sasuke's hair and quickly soured the mood. Still, Sasuke went home that night with a new perspective on his sexuality.

But Sasuke remained a relatively solitary creature. In his time at college he'd only had two bed partners – one of each gender. He found he enjoyed writhing under a hard body much more than ramming into a soft one.

Similarly to Sasuke, Naruto never really committed to anybody. Unlike Sasuke, he took quite a few coeds to the sheets. However, Sasuke remained the only man he ever engaged physically.

Naruto didn't want to admit how good it felt to be with the pale man. His heart beat a little harder, he moaned a little louder and he wanted to fuck him so much more than any woman he had ever met. Yet they never had. No job Naruto sent Sasuke's way was valued so high. And Naruto tried; he sent students with the most outlandish requests, and yet the price rarely went above jacking each other off. It was infuriating.

Naruto didn't know why he couldn't just ask, he was sure Sasuke would acquiesce. But that wasn't part of the deal. They didn't have a relationship, they had an arrangement.

They were tangled in each other's arms. Naruto was running a hot trail of saliva under Sasuke's jaw and up to his ear. He took a few panting breaths, rustling black locks.

He nipped at the fleshy lobe and purred, "What's my total gonna be?"

Sasuke moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as the hot words dripped from Naruto's lips and into his ear like honey. He wanted to scream out and demand Naruto take him, ravish him, punish him for all the illegal things he was about to do. However, he refused to allow lust to cloud his better judgment.

He rolled his hips and relished in the sweet friction when Naruto responded in kind. Sasuke swallowed hard and parted his lips to speak, there was an aching in his voice, "Do you have a condom?"

The question caused a shiver to travel through Sasuke's body. Saying it out loud was so fucking thrilling. He felt Naruto's lips curl into a smile against his throat.

"No," soft lips caressed pale flesh, "but I promise baby, I'm clean."

Sasuke's eyes fell into a glare, "I'll need that in writing."

Naruto pulled back, the lust filled haze in his eyes dissolving with offense, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes and pushed the blond back, "It means I don't know exactly where your dick has been, but I have a good idea."

Naruto's eyes slit into a cerulean glare, "I don't put my dick in everything,"

Sasuke slid out from under the blond, "Naruto," he stood and turned, weight resting on one hip, "you would put your dick in a dull pencil sharpener if I told you it was warm and wet."

Naruto's eyes retained their offended glare but his lips twitched with amusement. Well, if it was dull...

"So, what about payment?" Naruto asked as he shifted on the bed and straightened out his shorts.

Sasuke smirked, "I'll take an IOU."