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Epilogue

The Morning After: 2 AM

At 2:13 AM Naruto's face met the floor. Growling, he braced his hands on the surface with his legs still stuck in bed. He couldn't believe that he still managed to fall out of it; granted his was a single.

Pulling his legs from their awkward position, he climbed back in.

He landed back on the floor though when he came into contact with something warm, and a lot softer than the wall his bed was pushed up against.

Thoughts of alien intruders and would be creepy rapists swarmed his sleep fuzzed mind. Even though adrenaline was flooding through his system, his brain hadn't quite caught on yet. What could potentially be Big Foot turned in his bed. The springs creaked as Naruto held his breath.

Naruto let out a soundless scream as all his fears were confirmed; there was a zombie in his bed. Of course fifteen seconds later his mind caught on that it was actually Sasuke bathed wonderfully in the luminous moonlight. And that really he should be appreciating Sasuke's ethereal radiant beauty rather than repeating the mantra 'there's no such thing as ghosts, there's no such thing as ghosts' continuously.

He inched closer to the bed and tucked his feet underneath him to sit Indian style, with one hand curled under his chin as he contemplated the events that had lead up to this moment. It was an amazing feeling watching Sasuke sleep. The asshole was quiet, he was still, and he wasn't going anywhere.

Not anytime soon anyway.

So after all Sasuke's pansy-assed excuses about the ethics of teaching assistant - student dating, Uchiha had eventually caved into the demands of The Dagger's subliminal messaging. Naruto felt that it reflected well on how spoilt his cock was that it managed to get its way in the very end. This would have to be the last time that he would so single-mindedly listen to his muscle of love, his heart refused to take such a beating again.

He did wonder if he should be thinking too hard about what their evening of going at it like rabbits on crack meant to Sasuke. But he was fairly confident that the asshole wouldn't give in to his libido for no good reason. There had to be something more, and Naruto would put his faith in that.

"Stop watching me sleep. It's creepy."

Naruto was startled out of his deep relationship thoughts, which included persuading Sasuke to don a wedding dress, when the silence was broken by Sasuke's sleepy voice. Naruto felt that squishing a sleepy Sasuke and telling him how cute he was over and over again, wouldn't go down well. So he quelled the urge and coughed in a manly gruff way.

"Shut it princess, I wouldn't be awake if you hadn't kicked me out, you're fatter than you look." Naruto watched with glee as Sasuke's eyes snapped open at that statement. The covers were around Sasuke's waist and his abdomen of lean muscle was clearly visible, glowing in that eerie way like the rest of Sasuke's skin did.

Sasuke snorted, and Naruto had to drag his gaze away to meet eyes which conveyed wry amusement.

"Go sleep on the couch then."

Naruto trusted that that was Sasuke-speak for 'get back into bed and cuddle with me so we can fall asleep spooning'. This was exactly what he tried to do when Sasuke's foot met his stomach to propel him back to the floor.

"You're too warm to sleep with," Sasuke turned away, presenting a pale back with a hint of butt cleavage that had the Dagger standing to attention, ready for action.

Naruto wasn't about to give in so easily, and moments later he was wrestling with Sasuke over who would get the most space and arguing over whose fat ass needed to go to the gym more.

"Naruto, it's half two in the morning, I am not catering to the needs of your dick." Sasuke had become reacquainted with the now hard Dagger, who was very insistent about getting to know Sasuke better inside and out. With one last shove, Naruto was back on the floor.

Naruto decided that arguing with Sasuke wasn't going to get him anywhere, instead, he grabbed a hold of his duvet (the one currently covering Sasuke) yanked it off and marched out of the room.

A few minutes later he was happily settled into Sasuke's bed. Three duvets piled on top of him and a pillow smelling like Uchiha, what more could he want? Oh right, yeah, having glow-in-the-dark boy might have made it perfect, but Naruto would take what he could get. For now.

He was drifting into sleep when an enraged Sasuke entered the room, flicking on the light switch so that his retinas burned. Promptly kicked out of his warm cocoon, Naruto was now getting more than a little pissed off.

"My apartment, I'll sleep in whatever bed I like!" Naruto was ignored.

Surprisingly, when he made another mad attempt to get into the bed, Sasuke's resistance was minimal. They lay side by side, arms touching, looking at the ceiling.

As awkward as it was and as many conversation starters that flew through Naruto's now entirely alert mind, he didn't feel inclined to break the silence and settled for listening to Sasuke's quiet breathing, wondering if trying to hold his hand would come off as too forward.

"I'm not switching off the light."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Fine."

One Week Later: Dishes

The apple connected hard with the wall rather than with its intended target, landing with a clunk on the floor.

"My god, you are such a frigging chick, what are you gonna do next?! Throw dishes at me?!"

"I would, if the dishes were more than paper plates," Sasuke bit out scathingly.

They stood in stiff stances facing each other off in the centre of the apartment. Sasuke's upper lip was curled, expressing his desire to rip Uzumaki a new pair. Naruto's fists were bunched and shaking at his side.

He was holding a black bin liner and was in the process of clearing up the place for the second time that day. Naruto's brow was drawn together in angry lines of confusion as Sasuke made sharp jagged movements as he walked around throwing things into the trash bag. Things like the numerous pizza boxes, the ever multiplying ramen cartons and, of course, Naruto's wide array of orange clothing.

"Hey! Stop that! Those are my clothes!" Naruto moved to climb over the sofa to wrestle his belongings back but Sasuke moved quickly out of reach and continued on with his task.

"This place is a complete fucking mess," he hissed in the direction of the idiot who had managed to get his foot stuck in the cushions of the couch.

"Yeah? Well you weren't complaining about it all this time, until now! What's your problem anyway?" Naruto grunted as he pulled his leg free only to hit the back of the other one against the coffee table, which he kicked, adding to the self-abuse of his body.

Sasuke didn't respond with the retort that was on the tip of his tongue. To be honest he didn't really know what he was getting so worked up over. Only that ever since they had started this 'being together' crap Naruto only managed to get on his nerves even more.

That wasn't to say that the relationship hadn't been going well. If it could really be called a relationship. They always seemed to just miss each other despite living together. Naruto had been spending a lot of his time in the library, claiming he couldn't work if Sasuke kept making 'tutting' sounds at his colour choices for his graphs. Sasuke had retaliated with spending even more time at the lab, Kakashi's quiet company pissing him off less than usual.

When they were around each other, it usually led to sex, or some form of sex, which inevitably lead to sleeping, consequently leading to Sasuke being late for lectures. It should have been great, sex was meant to be a great stress reliever, and it wasn't that Sasuke didn't enjoy it, but it did leave Sasuke wondering if that this was all there really was. The unformed question in his mind remained there; how could they possibly make this work if they couldn't last five minutes without having an argument if sex wasn't involved?

Sasuke growled low in his throat as he entered the kitchen, Naruto could fucking organise all his ramen by brand, flavour and size but he could do nothing to keep their apartment in any state fit for a human being.

"Don't you dare!" Naruto's voice was raised to hysteric levels as he saw Sasuke eyeing the cupboards with malicious intent burning in his dark eyes.

Sasuke moved towards them with purpose before his path was blocked by Naruto, anger flashing red briefly in his eyes.

"Listen asshole, if you've got some sort of problem, tell me now before I decide to beat some sense into you," Sasuke was surprised by the rage behind the words, Naruto hadn't spoken to him like that since their first meeting in the lecture hall after he had avoided Sasuke for over a month. The same thrill rushed through him as it had done then.

"As if you could."

Naruto dragged Sasuke closer by grabbing the collar of his shirt. "Spit it out already! I don't have time to go digging around your ass to find out what's lodged up there this time."

It turned into a long conversation of Naruto stuttering 'but I didn't...' and 'you didn't say...' and 'how the fuck was I supposed to know...' with Sasuke trying to communicate his not quite feelings with a range of expressions through his eyes and the occasional facial muscle spasm.

"Not my fault you don't know how to have a relationship like an actual adult."
Naruto fisted Sasuke's shirt again, pushing him up against the counter behind.

"I'm not a fucking mind-reader."

Sasuke shrugged.

"I can give you more," Naruto growled, though his eyes held a certain desperation.

Sasuke didn't want to say that yes, he would indeed like more, that it wasn't just Naruto's body he wanted to be with. But it all sounded entirely too chick flick for his tastes. So he glared in an arrogant manner, hoping Naruto would get the message.

"Do you... uh... like want to go on a date...?" Naruto's rage had trailed off and now he looked uncertain. Sasuke wanted to laugh at the proposal but he could see the idiot was making an effort.

"No."

Naruto punched him.

Call Sasuke crazy, but the anger turned him on.

Seventeen minutes later

"Fuck, make-up sex is good, man, I need a cigarette."

"You don't smoke."

"I could if I wanted to!"

One Month Later: The Mission

After having an extremely long, very much one-sided conversation with Gaara, who may or may not have fallen asleep with his eyes open, Naruto came to a decision. While Naruto's January exams had finished, Sasuke had been stuck overworking, marking papers, dissertations, and tests. The first time the TA had pulled an all-nighter at the lab without telling Naruto what he was doing or where he was, Naruto had worried himself sick, to the point where he had gone out to search for him. It didn't occur to Naruto that Sasuke was Sasuke, and that Sasuke had no life outside the lab, naturally it had been the last place he had looked.

Learning from experience, this time Naruto would go prepared. If Sasuke was going to insist on spending the night in the lab (which in itself was completely against university rules) Naruto would be spending it with him.

He was meant to be dog sitting Akamaru that night, since Kiba and Hinata had gone on some fancy rendezvous involving a cheesy romantic dinner and most likely resulting in love making by the candle light of some four star hotel (far, far away from Neji's all seeing eyes). He did figure that having Akamaru there would probably make the experience that much more memorable and had said so too. As expected Kiba had chased him around looking like an enraged tomato and Hinata had spent a lot of time wondering what Naruto had meant.

Naruto had left Akamaru with Gaara. He had completely missed the life spark that had ignited in the pale green eyes, and he had given a confused frown at Akamaru's whining and hiding between his legs. A pet was exactly what Gaara needed to brighten up his tortured artist lifestyle.

He went through the apartment picking up supplies. A flashlight (with no batteries), pop tarts for the way there, Chinese food he had left over from earlier for Sasuke, a sleeping bag and orange soda (the wonders of which he had discovered from watching the 'Kenan and Kel' show).

Getting into the lab had been easier than he thought. He had arrived dressed head to toe in black. He would have smeared shoe polish across his cheeks too had he been able to find it. He had spent a lot of time contemplating how to slip past the security guard, which had been a waste of time since he was spotted and waved over. After Sasuke's little hissy fit, Naruto had been doing his coursework in the lab with Sasuke, and this was also how he came to be on a high five basis with the guard. Naruto had pouted about not being able to sneak in stealthily like a ninja and maybe scale the walls, but he supposed it was better this way.

Now he stood by Sasuke's desk with his mouth pulled into a wide grin. Sasuke had fallen asleep on his laptop, there had to be something said for the now gibberish written on the screen for about ten pages.

He stepped behind the chair and began kissing the pale neck earning little moans as Sasuke's face turned on the keyboard. It felt nice to be close to the other again, even if Sasuke wasn't conscious. Naruto was trying very hard not to think about what molesting a comatose person meant.

As he kissed his way up the neck, along the jaw line to the expanse of Sasuke's cheek, Naruto watched the slight twitching of Sasuke's lashes carefully. He really didn't want to find out the consequences of doing this; he could very easily envision a swift kick to the balls accompanied by a hit to the stomach. Sasuke could be violent when he wanted to be.

He trailed his tongue over the shell of Sasuke's ear before biting down gently on the lobe. Naruto grinned at Sasuke's reactions to his ministrations. He bent over the chair nuzzling his face into Sasuke's neck as his hand wormed its way underneath Sasuke to run down his chest over the lab coat to the growing erection restrained by black pants. Very slowly he began applying pressure enjoying the feeling of the cock growing in his hand.

Until Sasuke woke up.

"What are you doing?"

Naruto blinked innocently at him, never mind that his hand was still on Sasuke's dick.

"Raping you," Naruto grinned broadly as Sasuke raised an eyebrow, shoved the offending hand way while pushing his chair out from the desk.

"I have work to do. Go home." Sasuke's words came out sharp, but his cheeks were flushed. He turned all of his attention on the laptop, ignoring Naruto entirely.

Naruto was hurt for all of twenty seconds and then shrugged it off. Sasuke was Sasuke. He turned around and started to lay out the sleeping bag on the floor and then began undressing.

"What are you doing?" came the question for the second time that night.

"Going to bed," Naruto replied without turning around. He stripped to his boxers and then knelt down to climb in. "You haven't been home much," again he spoke without facing Sasuke.

"Hn."

Naruto spent about ten minutes watching Sasuke's back as the TA worked. Except he couldn't have been working all that hard if the constant shifting in his chair was any indication.

"I can blow you if you like."

Sasuke twitched.

Naruto grinned, it never failed to amuse him how easily he could provoke Sasuke. He made his way over. Sasuke did struggle at first, but eventually he managed to wrestle the man into sitting on the desk, Naruto taking up his vacated seat.

"Right!" Naruto cracked his knuckles, then threaded his fingers and pushed his hands outwards to stretch the joints. He contemplated Sasuke's crotch with the look of a man serious about his task.

"Get on with it, don't just look at it," Sasuke growled.

Naruto looked into Sasuke's lust darkened eyes, "Yes captain!" he saluted.

He made quick work of the belt and zip, pulling out The Dagger's friend with eagerness. He licked his lips before he placed his mouth around the head, sucking slightly until he felt Sasuke's hands come to rest in his hair, moving down to massage at the back of his neck. Naruto groaned at the feel of Sasuke's supple fingers rubbing in soothing firm motions; more of the cock entered his mouth.

Sasuke's hands moved to his nude shoulders pressing hard on them to elicit louder moans from Naruto, who moved up and down on Sasuke's length a little faster. Naruto felt like he was less in control given their positions but he couldn't help lavishing more attention on the hard penis filling his mouth when Sasuke's hands travelled as far down his back as they could to press touches along his spine.

One hand came to squeeze Sasuke's thigh while another massaged his balls through the material of his pants and boxers.

"Fuck! Naruto!"

He let it slip from his mouth and with the flat of his tongue licked the head in a swirl motion. One of Sasuke's hands came to grip at his hair, urging his head down.

"Come home tonight,"

Sasuke's eyes snapped open to meet Naruto's earnest ones.

"No," Sasuke grunted out, Naruto's warm saliva was starting to cool, "I have work to do, you know this."

Naruto grinned. His hand came to fist the base of Sasuke's cock with a quick firm pump. He brought his mouth closer to Sasuke's tip, his tongue flicking out but not touching.

"Naruto..." Sasuke warned. Naruto didn't know why he bothered; they both knew how stubborn the other was.

Precum pearled and Naruto licked it up with a quick flick of his tongue causing Sasuke's head to flip upwards, his hips following a similar motion.

"Fine!" Sasuke probably meant to sound irritated, but it came out so needy that Naruto's own cock hardened even more.

His head bobbed up and down as Sasuke kept a firm hold on Naruto's hair, pulling at the pace he wanted. Sasuke's come came hot, fast and salty in Naruto's mouth. Naruto rose quickly to push his lips against Sasuke's open mouth forcing him to taste himself.

"Now my turn!"

"No."

"What?!"

Six Months Later: The Inquisition

"Hold still." Sasuke was tempted to strangle him with the orange silk tie he was currently threading around the wriggling person before him.

"Hey, hey, Sasuke! Do you think they'll show me baby pictures of you?" Naruto's eyes went large at the thought.

"No. Now shut up." Sasuke finished tying the tie. He pulled the man before him by the open belt buckle to soundly kiss at his mouth.

Naruto had spent a large proportion of the last few months pestering Sasuke about his family. He wanted to know everything about them. Sasuke understood where he was coming from, Naruto's own lack of relatives only made him more fascinated with the dynamics of Sasuke's own.

Sasuke had managed to fend off Naruto's desire to meet the rest of the Uchiha family but after Itachi had ever so kindly informed Fugaku of Sasuke's orientation, Sasuke's mother had joined the waging war of complicating Sasuke's life. It had taken them a while to deal with it; there had been a lot of silence on Fugaku's part and quite a few tears on Mikoto's. However after a lot of raging, Fugaku was now insisting on meeting Naruto. Possibly to get a good idea about what he looked like in order to put a hit out on him.

Naruto of course was delighted. He had saved up for a suit, brought Mikoto flowers and he had even read up on recent world politics and the state of the economical affairs to further impress Sasuke's father; how much he remembered of it all was another matter. Naruto wanted to do everything in his power to make the best first impression ever. Sasuke was a little worried about this obsession, since things tended to go ever so slightly wrong when Naruto was enthusiastic about something.

The journey there didn't take long as Itachi had sent a car around. If Naruto had stopped sticking his head out of the roof of the car, Sasuke would have been less ticked off. As it was when he did settle down, he developed a new fantasy about car sex. That was how they now stood looking a little less put together at the entrance to the mansion, with Naruto handing the bent flowers to the maid, telling her how nice it was to finally meet her and he could see where Sasuke got his good looks from.

Sasuke could see everything going wrong from that moment on.

Except it didn't.

Naruto charmed the living daylights out of Mikoto, complimenting her on everything from her fashion sense to the house decor to her roses growing out at the entrance. Fugaku wasn't quite so easy; his glare didn't soften at Naruto's attempts to start a conversation with him. Naruto failed miserably at remembering all that he had read up on and made critical mistakes naming world leaders in reference to what he was talking about. Fugaku's mood certainly didn't improve when Naruto used the dessert spoon to drink the pea soup starter course and it didn't help that Naruto got the look of someone who was highly constipated after trying it.

Fugaku did however become interested when Naruto talked sports. Sasuke stared, dumbfounded, as his father and boyfriend talked animatedly about cricket. Naruto's arms gestured widely as he described some sort of play while his father actually laughed. Sasuke would be a liar if he said he hadn't felt a twinge of jealousy. But it was ok because Naruto looked happy.

That and, Itachi looked just as pissed off.

One Year Later: Déjà vu

Sasuke pushed his index and middle finger up against his temple and rubbed, closing his eyes to feel some sort of soothing relief from the migraine that was currently building. His promotion had led to even more work being piled lovingly by Kakashi onto his shoulders. He listened to the sounds of students leaving the lecture hall and contemplated falling asleep there and then at the desk until the next set of still hung-over from the night before students entered the hall.

He would be meeting Naruto after giving his last lecture. His boyfriend had successfully graduated from the university and had decided to take up a job in finance of all things; Naruto's attention span still baffled Sasuke. They would be having lunch together since Naruto had just got back from a business trip and most likely the first thing in his blond head was fucking Sasuke into euphoria. It had been nice to have the apartment to himself for a while, but absence really did make the heart fonder as Sasuke had found him missing the loud voice whooping every time the microwave pinged announcing 'ramen-time'.

The fact that he had three tubes of lube in his lab coat pocket was also a sign of his sexual frustration (condoms were now a thing of the past). Sasuke-whore had been insisting on masturbation for two weeks straight, his right arm had been getting quite the work out. The wait had better be worth it, or Sasuke would be making Naruto pay.

Lost momentarily in his thoughts of pushing in and out of Naruto's ass, his mind trying to settle on which he'd like to have first; doggy-style or cowgirl, Sasuke didn't notice the one remaining student standing close to his desk fidgeting nervously with the tail of a blue scarf.

Sasuke raised his eyebrow at the eccentric attire of goggles strapped to the boy's forehead and the stupidly long scarf wrapped around his neck. He scanned the student list to find the name; Sarutobi Konohamaru.

"What is it Konoha-"

"Wanna fuck?"

Silence.

"Get. Out."

One idiot in his life was enough.

The End.

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