House of Wolves

Summary: In a different reality, in a land of kings and rebels, in a land of terror and war; Prince Sasuke Uchiha can't help but find himself attracted to the blondest boy around. AU, SasuNaru

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"I can help you kill my brother, Naruto. If you'll promise to sleep with me whenever I want." AU, SasuNaru

Disclaimer: Not mine. But I do own the plot. :D

Chapter I

"Take my hand."

"Who are you?" Naruto Uzumaki yelled over the noises and screams. "Come on!" The stranger urged. Cerulean eyes widened as he heard the huge explosion behind him; he stalled too much time. The smoke from the bomb invaded into the little alley.

The floor of the alley was cold, the snow melted to water during the morning, but it still was freezing to touch. He felt like his senses were paralyzed by the frost. The man's breathe turned white as he exhaled some air from his lungs. Naruto's back itched from the hit he got; it wasn't too hard, because, the red coat on him was heavy and big. The sounds of the soldiers made him take briskly the hand that was offered to him.

The stranger easily hopped to one of the roofs and started to run, towing Naruto after him.

The confused teen watched the black smoke hovering over the place of the explosions. He smirked in satisfaction.

"Watch out." The cool voice spoke; before Naruto could even blink he felt the smooth ice beneath his shoes. "Walk carefully." The (rather) young man instructed. "Holy hell." The blond gasped, he felt like he's going to trip any moment, but before he even had the opportunity to do so, the midnight-haired stranger turned to him, capturing his shoulders in his hands; "Look at me." He ordered, his cold voice hypnotizing the blonde. "Do not look down. Careful, now." He moved, not even bothering to look away. Naruto watched the coal eyes deeply big inside of him; like reading him.

He felt cold wind flying past them, his blond bangs swung into his field of vision.

"Don't scream."

"What-why-"

Before he could even say something he felt the wind cooling from downwards. They were walking on some kind of a pipe. "If you'll make a noise, someone will look up." He whispered. Naruto nodded, seeing the entrance of the city-plaza. A market rumbled beneath them, tens of angry women and men made their way to the soldiers that scanned the bazaar; looking for the one who made the explosion in the Ayama's block next to the bank, a blonde, red coated teen.

The stranger slid casually off the pipe and jumped, catching Naruto as he almost yelled. Naruto felt another slippery pipe beneath his feet. That pipe didn't lead to another roof, like the last one but to a stairway down by a little room. They went in through the window. The white blank walls were cracked and the wallpapers was ripped or torn, showing the bricks of the wall. A half torn red sofa and two stands were the only furniture of the room.

"They won't find us here, unless someone looked up."

"Why did you save me? Who are you?" Naruto gripped the end of the sofa. The stranger opened one of the stands and tossed a bottle to Naruto. "You seemed like you needed help."

"I don't have money. And I'm not going to sell myself to you." The blonde tossed the bottle back, it landed on the sofa.

"Too bad." His pale skin seemed creamy, like no one ever touched it before. The smirk on his rose colored lips made it clear he was joking. "I need to go back; Thank you for the help but there's nothing I can do for you." Naruto headed to the door. "It's closed, so don't bother. It's either you leave how you came or you don't leave at all. You'll have to wait until they'll scan all the roofs."

He felt trapped, like someone was having fun with him by putting him inside a cage. The opened window relived him somehow; "I need to go." He stubbornly insisted. "My brothers are waiting for me. If I won't come home they'll assume something happened – and believe me, you wouldn't want that."

"Why did you set the explosion next to the bank?"

"Because it's a government institute."

"Why?" he demanded.

"Because no one cares a shit of what's going in the street. All they think is about the war with the neighbor country and themselves. They sit in their pretty castle, surrounded by tones of guards, while we have to suffer for them. People are dying out there! And here; Its 15 people for one apartment, take it or leave it. The rent is huge-shit, but that's the cheapest we can get – and all because mom and dad decided to give up on their kids since they have no money to take care of them anyway. The landlord doesn't even care how we get the money; stealing, rubbing, drugs, sex. If I'll ever see an Uchiha in my life, I won't hesitate to smudge his face all over the wall."

The stranger watched him curiously, one of his eyebrows cocked; "Well…There goes my next six hours."

"Did you even listen to me?!" Naruto looked scandalized.

"No," the midnight haired man slumped at the couch. "Not really."

"WHY DO YOU ASK IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW?"

"Shut up, dumb-ass. We'll be discovered."

"Who are you calling dumb-ass, you prick!?"

The stranger seemed to be interested in his nails. "Are you asking for me to beat the crap out of you?" The blond warned. "Yes. Can't you see? I'm on my knees, begging to be beaten senseless by some blond teen who happened to be the one I rescued oh-so-kindly a few minutes ago."

"Well, you shouldn't have bothered!"

"I always bother. It's just one of things I can't help but doing."

Naruto puffed with anger, but turned around to the window. The soldiers kept fleeing in and out; stalking in every corner, waiting for a man in his description.

It will be days until it'll be safe for him to go back to the street without being recognized and taken away, or worse; executed. God. This seemed like a really good idea two hours ago, but now he felt like the stupidest guy ever. It was a fucking suicide mission. Either he'll be killed by the government, either Gaara. He preferred the government.

He turned to the room and sighed deeply as the saw the man sipping from his bottle.

He was beautiful, to be honest; pale-creamy skin, and dark midnight toned bangs. His body was muscular, but not too much; his white shirt only showing a perfect body beneath. And astonishing eyes! there was no way to describe them; dark and mysterious, onyx shining orbs. Like black gemstones.

The rescuer groaned slightly, stretching out. "Damn…" he muttered, sinking into the sofa. "I really should get more sleep." He added, swaying his head back and forwards, trying to quite down his screeching migraine. "Try taking pills." Naruto snorted from the corner.

"We have six hours until all the patrols stop scanning the buildings of the town. Maybe more. Depends on Itachi's mood. At least try not to be a pain in the ass, I'll really appreciate it."

"What do you want me to do? Striptease or just spread my legs and let you enjoy?"

"Yes, I do most of the time think about sex, but I'll try not to force myself to pound you to this couch, or at least not to stare at you like you're very, very naked."

Naruto just couldn't understand this guy, it's like he knew all the right ways to tick him off.

"Thank you."

He chuckled in reply; "Should I pull out 'sarcasm' sign every time I speak? It looks really painful when you try to think."

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the stranger. He flopped down on the floor, beside the window. "No. but I bet the sign 'I'm a bastard' will fit you well enough."

"Probably."

"I'm glad we agree."

"Wow, using such high words as glad might be the arrival of an upcoming doom. You should refrain from doing so."

"Ref-what?"

He chuckled again, this time louder, and made Naruto frown deeply. "You really piss me off, I'm going to jump off this window right now, goodbye-" Naruto almost put one leg out of the window when he heard footsteps on the roof, he jumped as far away from the window.

"Go ahead, blond. Make my day." The guy smirked like he won a lottery.

"No, I really would like to stay and ruin it." Naruto sat down by him and took away his bottle of water. The stranger looked at his tanned skin and scarred cheeks, the blue eyes closed enjoying the liquid, blonde spiky hair asking to be ruffled.

"You just said you won't stare like I'm naked."

"I was staring in amazement. How did you managed to spill most of the water you just drank on your shirt. I'm just so curious."

Naruto grinned; wiping his chin from the water. "I don't think that's your problem, buddy, so fuck off."

"Yeah. I agree. I'll 'fuck' off."

-

"Wake up, asshole!"

The coaled eyed teen blinked. Blue eyes stared back at him. "I said wake up. It's almost midnight."

"What?" he tiredly rubbed his neck while he sat, shoving the blond from his face. "What time?"

"Almost midnight. My brothers are probably worried sick – I must be home by twelve or else I'm doomed."

"damn."

"What? You suddenly care?"

"I need to be home by midnight too, dork."

"Let me guess, a bitch of a wife?"

"More like a bitch of a mother and brother."

"How old are you to care?"

"18."

"Really? You look like 30."

"At least I don't look like I'm ten in my teenage years, right?" He carelessly crawled through the window, like a cat.

"What was that suppose to mean? I'm going to be 18 in a week!" Naruto grumbled after him.

The market was closed. Only rotten tomatoes, empty stands and yesterday's paper occupied the place that once was crowded with people. "Come on." the stranger signaled with his arm.

"What if I fall down?" the blonde took a step forwards.

"You didn't last time."

"You were holding me last time!" Blue eyes watched the snow fall down on the pavement slowly. They diverted to the sound of a chuckle; "I'm still here." He smirked once more and offered out a hand. Naruto took it, yelping when the hand pulled him powerfully forwards and he almost tripped. The older teenager lifted him, like a feather; his strong arms made Naruto felt secure for a second, before he felt another slippery surface beneath him.

The dark haired teen rushed him towards the icy roof. "We don't have time, you klutz." He accused, holding onto Naruto's waists from behind.

Naruto didn't know if it was the frost or the man; but his cheeks grew warm and pink. When they landed in one of the alleys, he gave Naruto a knitted black hat. "Blonde hair isn't very common around here." He reasoned; head signaling towards the pack of soldiers that stood somewhere near a local bar; they were drunk – but not stupid.

"Where do you live?"

"Konoha Street 5."

"Oh, hell. Couldn't pick a closer location to stay in?"

"Go home, I'll be just fine." The Uzumaki started walking quickly, but he paced up with him, catching him by the hips from behind. Snow petals fell on his now pitch-black perfect hair.

"Now, seriously; you're a real pain."

"Don't make me hit you, dickless-shit."

"Noodle-brain."

"How did you know I like noodles?"

The stranger chuckled; trying to fake a cough.

"I'll kill you, let go!"

"Shut up, you're making a noise." He looked back at the man who passed by and looked weirdly at them.

"Let's do a shortcut, shall we?"

"No, NO! Leave me-"

Naruto had to take in his breath since he couldn't pass such a narrow passageway between buildings. The bastard didn't seem to mind, since he wasn't holding his breath, and his slim body was perfectly fit in the passageway.

"People like you end up in hell."

"People like you end up in trouble. Lots of troubles. Big, big troubles. All the time."

"I can't breathe!"

"We're almost there." Just for the record; he lied.

After ten minutes of walking, Naruto's lungs gave out and he had to breathe with both his mouth and nose. "I can't believe I hate someone who saved my butt." He tried to say.

"Your sorry butt." He reminded.

Finally getting out, Naruto breathed out; almost gasping for air. "You seem pretty stuffed for a guy who's been living with 15 people in an apartment."

"You seem pretty anorexic but I'll shut my mouth and just say; fuck you."

"Oh shit." He called when suddenly saw two soldiers walking from a corner; he briskly pulled Naruto and pinned him to the wall.

"What are you doing?!"

"Faking a kiss, shut up."

Naruto succeeded to close his eyes before warm lips touched his. He could taste chocolate. God, he hadn't eaten chocolate in years – and he longed for something sweet. The other's hands automatically pulled him to his body; making Naruto stop a moan from coming out. He felt a little bit drawn by the moment, and maybe drunk with the saliva that wasn't his.

"Lucky man." One of the soldiers said to another, looking at the wall in which they kissed. "How come all the pretty ones are always occupied?"

"I think that's a whore." the second one laughed, his mustache was still wet from beer.

"Looks like it…"

His tongue begged for entrance, skilled and hot. Naruto felt heated, even though his body was freezing. His lips tried protesting, but all he could hear was his heartbeat racing next the stranger's chest.

When the soldiers turned the corner, he abruptly stopped; "What is wrong with you?! You could've just leaned into me! I don't even know your fucking name!"

"Hay, shut up and thank me like the whore you are."

Naruto tried kicking him but he dodged and smirked; "Come. We have two more blocks to go."

That walk wasn't quick, it was quieter and the streets were much emptier. Most of lights in the houses of the streets were off; the cold breeze made its way to the blonde's face.

Naruto's lips tingled.

The snow quietly fell. After them lingered dead lights of city-pubs, their footsteps soon covered up by the new snow. His steps on the wet snow was all he could hear, his gaze was soft yet cold, there was something sad in him, maybe depressed – watching the streets; maybe familiar to him, maybe not - a complete stranger to him – so beautiful.

"Naruto!" The blonde looked ahead, seeing a running child. His little brother, Konohamaru Uzumaki hugged him tightly. "Gaara went out looking for you and Kiba already planned to do a big scandal tomorrow – but I told them you'll come!" He smiled. Naruto ruffled his brother's hair and turned back at the stranger. "Konohamaru, go and tell Kiba I'm home. I'll be there in a second, okay?"

He nodded and run into the house, only glancing at the stranger for a second.

"Thank you anyway, asshole."

"Don't mention it." He smirked back, hands in his pockets.

"It's not like I'm going to see you ever again and mention it."

"Oh don't worry about that. I'm sure you'll have your chance."

Naruto folded his hands on his chest; "Well, go." He waited.

"No payment, blond?" he sounded offended.

"The name is Naruto. Uzumaki Naruto. And we already cleared that matter."

He sniggered; "I'll see you around, Uzumaki." and turned around.

Naruto looked at him walking away slowly. "Hay!" He yelled, and threw back the hat which was given to him. The man caught it briskly. "What's your name, bastard?"

"Sasuke." He replied. "Uchiha Sasuke." It was when he turned; Naruto noticed a long, expensive-looking sword swinging from his sash, a big crown and a red-white fan, the only symbol of the Uchiha scrapped into its scabbard. The fancy clothes of silk and furs, the wolf that was holding the fan and the sword on his back. And remembered the way the stranger smelt like soup and looked so clean.

He didn't know if to believe in his words or just understand that he'll forever stay the mysterious stranger fading off into the darkness of the street.

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