A/N: Hey there – AGAIN!

Yeah, I'm demolishing my about millionth beast in a short period of time. (grins sheepishly) Yet again, you're about to be introduced to something that popped into my head and wouldn't leave until being released.

I'm thinking of making this a three, or fourshot, and if you wish to see more I'll do my best to finish this during week six or at least seven. So, as long as I've got inspiration there's be a chance of fast updates. Heh.

WARNINGS: YAOI, language, sexual themes, oddness, short chapters…. etc….

BUT annyways, off with the rambling. (grins) 'Hope you'll enjoy the ride!

Verse 1: The Invitation

/ 'Nervous' was something eighteen-years-old Naruto Uzumaki hadn't been often. Yet that day – as he tried to struggle through his first day of summer working in a tiny café in his hometown Konoha – he couldn't find any other reason to why his muscles wanted to twitch and his heart thumped way too fast.

" Dude, chill", his best friend Kiba, who'd been working in the place for months already, commanded while swatting his head. " You're hopeless!"

He shot a half glare towards his friend. " Easy for you to say – you've settled in, and all I've seen you do if flirt." He winced. " Plus I still have to pay Iruka for wrecking his car – I need this job."

Kiba winced as well. " So he was as pissed as he seemed. Not cool." The brunette's eyes then detected something behind him that made the other grin toothily. " You know, I think there's something that may cheer you up." Quite rapidly the young man made the oddest coffee he'd ever seen, mixing pretty much everything imaginable, then handed the drink to him. " Take this to table six, will you? He's ordered this same thing every bloody day I've work here, so I think this'll work. Say it's on the house."

He arched an eyebrow, turning his gaze – and blinked twice. Sitting at a nearby table was a young man at around his age he immediately acknowledged as eye-catching. Large black eyes, spiky raven hair he wanted to ruffle, milky skin…

His eyebrow rose even higher when he looked back at Kiba. " Are you setting me up?"

The brunette gave him a dry look. " Naruto, it's been six months from… the Sai incident." Seeing his look the other went on. " So you caught him pants down with the school's biggest slut. So fucking what? Let's face it – it wasn't exactly 'the love story of the century' –material."

He snorted. " And you think this is?"

Kiba shrugged. " Won't be if you let his coffee grow cold."

He groaned, then turned around and started to walk off. " I hate you", he muttered while going.

" You're welcome", was the snickered response he got.

At first there was great hope of it all going smoothly. But then – two steps from the stranger – someone's leg was placed to his path, sending him all but flying. And of course, with his luck being what it was, he landed straight against the raven so that they were only inches apart from kissing. The still very much hot coffee he'd been carrying also flew, landing all over the stranger's white shirt.

The young man hissed violently, quickly taking a napkin to wipe away the liquid. " Fucking damnit…"

His eyes widened dramatically. Oh shit… I'm so gonna get fired… He could not lose this job. " Of… crap, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Hurriedly he took a napkin as well, attempting to fix the damage and only ending up making it worse. " I should've looked…!"

The raven rolled his eyes, appearing irritated. " Stop fussing already. It's just a shirt."

He grinned sheepishly. " Still, 'sorry." He offered a hand. " Naruto Uzumaki."

The raven snorted. " I know – your nametag already says that." The young man then looked at him from head to toe, never accepting his hand, finally stopping to his eyes. " Hn." With that the other got up, turned around and left before he could do more than blink.

Although neither was willing to admit it just yet, they both had a feeling that their meeting was the first chapter of something very notable – good or bad, could only be guessed. /

Twenty-three years old Naruto knew most people were excited – ecstatic – a week before their wedding. That's why he was quite confused by the fact that he felt… nothing much, really. Of course he was happy, and he did want this – why else had he proposed? – but… As he watched his wife-to-be making plans with her green eyes filled with excitement, he couldn't help feeling that something was missing.

Fortunately he snapped out of those thoughts when the pinkette lifted her gaze, a smile lighting up her whole face when she saw him. " Hey! How long have you been standing there?"

He shrugged, finding himself smiling a little as well. " A while – I was just thinking." He then approached, darting a curious look towards what she was writing while taking a seat beside her and wrapping his arms around her. " What are you doing?"

Sakura shrugged, leaning against him. " Just a list, so I won't forget everything." She brought her pen against her lips, which he considered cute. " Let's see… I'll go and see the dress tomorrow – I swear, whether she's your adoptive aunt or not I'll strangle Shizune if she's wrecked it. The catering's also been taken care of. Oh, and I sent the invitations!"

He blinked. " You did? How did you know who to invite?"

Sakura chuckled, ruffling his hair. " You gave me your address book, remember? I invited pretty much everyone there." She shook her head. " I swear, the closer we get to the wedding the dippier you get – I hope you'll still remember my name when the time comes."

He barely managed to focus on her, because his thoughts had already sprinted elsewhere. His eyes widened dramatically and color vanished from his face while facts sunk in.

Yeah, he'd given her an address book. The address book – the one that still had Sasuke's address.

Suddenly his heart was thumping much too fast, and he swallowed laboriously.

Oh… shit…

" Naruto?" Sakura had a frown on her face when he finally managed to look at her. " What's wrong? You look like you'd seen a ghost."

He managed a pathetic ghost of a smile. " Nah, I just…" He shrugged. " Old, stupid memories, that's all."

Sakura quirked an eyebrow. " Let me guess. An ex?" She knew he was bisexual, so she made no guesses regarding the mysterious person's gender.

He rested his chin against her shoulder so he wouldn't have to meet her eyes. " Yeah… An ex." That was the tidy, simplified way to put it.

He swallowed again, sinking into his memories.

Meanwhile two hundred miles away, Sasuke glared at the small, rather beautiful white card before him as though it'd been his worst enemy.

… invite you to the wedding of Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto …

" Oh for the love of…" The voice of Suigetsu – his friend, colleague and occasional 'playmate' as the man liked to call himself after 'those nights' – escorted him back to awareness. The man was looking at him with a mixture of amusement, irritation and hidden worry. " Please don't tell me you still haven't demolished that thing."

He shrugged and folded his arms, his eyes straying back to the card although he wouldn't have wanted to see it. " Hn."

" Look, it's been almost two freakin' weeks and you're still staring at it", Suigetsu enlightened him, poking his forehead before he could stop it. " That's not healthy."
He fought the urge to snort.

You think I don't know that?

" Just piss off and leave me alone, will you?" Finally making up his mind he took the card and threw it directly into a nearby trashcan. " I'm a grown man, and I'm capable of taking care of myself – I don't need a mother hen."

Suigetsu snorted. " Yeah, whatever." The man then started to leave, apparently deciding that there was no use in reasoning with him when he was like this. " Just get that report done or Orochimaru's gonna fire you, 'k?"

He shuddered with revulsion.

Wonderful. The memory of Orochimaru was just what he needed to make his day perfect, he mused sarcastically.

He managed to focus on his work for about an hour. Then – as though he'd been possessed or something as annoying – his gaze yet again flew towards the invitation.

His eyes flashed with anger and irritation.

Damn it…

Memories spun in a mad flow while he took his phone.

/ The second time Naruto and Sasuke met offered much clearer signs of what was to come.

Eighteen-years-old Naruto had never been as drunk as he was when celebrating in the Christmas party Kiba had decided to orchestrate. He poured down sake, beer and shots in such speed that he'd lost track after the first two hours.

In the end he was so gloriously wasted that Kiba chose to escort him to catch some air when he almost started out a fight with a guy who was at least half bigger than he. " C'mon, dude. I'm trying to save your life here."

And of course with his luck, the raven he remembered very well despite his pitiable state just had to be out there, smoking a cigarette deep in thought. " You", he slurred before managing to stop himself.

The other's dark eyes turned slowly towards him. " I was wondering how long it'd take before they'd finally kick you out."

His eyes narrowed while he walked closer, pointing towards the other with his finger. " You…" Alcohol wiped away whatever he'd been supposed to say, replacing it with the about last thing he'd expected. " Are you gay, or something?"

The other's eyebrow bounced up while the young man dumped his cigarette. " Yeah, I am. So what?"

He surprised himself with taking a breath of relief. " Oh thank god." He stepped – or perhaps rather swayed – a step closer. " Because it would've been humiliating to do this to a straight guy…"

And with that as his soul warning he charged at the raven's lips, licking and nibbling them with a heat he'd never experienced before. The other was stunned for the first seconds but soon joined to the fight over dominance, slipped a tongue through his eager lips. He wondered if the man's other hand was roaming busily around his groin on purpose, because it made him moan, almost drove him out of his mind. The raven tasted like cigarettes, strawberries and whip cream, which did nothing to ease the tension swelling in his pants.

The other, apparently, noticed his discomfort, because onyx eyes clashed against his while they parted. " Now aren't you eager."

His breath hissed and his eyes blazed while he all but glared at the stranger. " Are you gonna do something about this, asshole?"

He got his answer when the raven attacked his lips with such hunger and vigour he'd never experienced before, the hands all over his manhood and hair driving him insane.

When he woke up the next morning – miraculously enough from his own bed – the stranger wasn't there. Instead he found a call card that had name Sasuke Uchiha and a phone number imprinted to it. He also spotted a single white rose petal.

He managed to make himself wait for full five seconds before he called. /

TBC or not?

A/N: So… Whadda you say – should that one continue for two or three more chapters? Or should I just let this one out of its misery!

PLEASE, do review – I really wanna know what you think! (gives puppy dog eyes and offers chocolate chip cookies)

Awkay, because it's AGAIN very late I'm and almost dozing off in front of my computer, I'll tune out now.

Bye for now, folks!

Peace out!