Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Masashi Kishimoto. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Pairing: SasuNaru

Warnings: Slash: Male homosexual relationships, adult language, and sexual situations.

Beta: Kamerreon

Let Love In

Chapter One:

Name

By Tanuki-Mara

The door slammed behind him as Sasuke threw himself into the nearest shop, pushing his back against the door as he heard the feet thunder by. Panting heavily he waited a minute, chest heaving and hair in disarray until he was sure the herd of fans had passed.

Straightening, Sasuke looked around the shop. It was a CD shop… how ironic. At least it was kind of dark, due to posters covering almost everything. Unfortunately, some of those posters were of him and his band, Sharingan. Hopefully no one would recognize him.

Sasuke continued his journey through the store, looking at a couple of the CDs before taking to eying down the rest of the shop. It was plain, obviously privately owned, and rather dusty. Maybe no one came in much. Sasuke had no idea why, though. It looked quite well stocked.

"Hey, buy something already!"

Ahh, maybe that's why. Turning to the loud noise Sasuke was prepared to give the person a piece of his mind, but he froze suddenly. Blond hair fell in messy spikes around a tan face framed with three scratches on each cheek, like odd whiskers. Sapphire blue eyes were glaring out of the perfect face, locked onto Sasuke. Holy mother of – he was incredible! He was freaking model material!

"Bastard!" the loudmouth continued, Sasuke's eyes drifting down to his lovely red mouth. "Are you even listening to me, teme?"

"Shut up, dobe," Sasuke said absentmindedly as he ran his eyes over the tanned boy's body. He was wearing tight black jeans and a tight orange t-shirt, showing off all his curves and muscles.

"Bastard!" he screeched. "Buy something!"

Sasuke sighed slightly. The moment was ruined, and yet… Sasuke couldn't turn away. He wouldn't let himself. He knew he should just go, duck outside and call for help from one of the others, but calling his band members seemed like the worst idea Sasuke had ever had. What if they met him? What if they thought he was as hot as Sasuke did? Oh, no, this was Sasuke's secret. He was Sasuke's secret.

"Whatever," Sasuke muttered. He trailed over to the punk section, letting his fingers trace the CD backs. He stopped when he reached his own album, smirking and drawing it out. He'd make the dobe regret insulting him. Soon enough he would be gape-mouthed and stammering an apology while Sasuke calmly worked a date out of him.

Tossing the CD onto the counter Sasuke smirked down at him. His nametag read 'Naruto'. Sasuke's smirk grew as he picked up the CD, turning it in large, tan hands. Suddenly the hands froze and Sasuke looked up. Naruto was looking down at the CD and then back up at him, and then down again.

"Holy shit!" he whispered. Sasuke's smirk grew. He knew what would come next. Naruto would throw himself at Sasuke's feet, confessing his undying love and begging to be ravished right then and there. They always did. "Do you know how many customers I could get if they knew you were here?"

Huh?

Naruto dashed from behind the counter, headed for the door. With a light growl Sasuke caught his hand, tossing him back to the counter and pinning him against it, hands planted firmly on the counter beside Naruto's hips.

"Hell no!" he snarled. "The only reason I came into your dingy little shop was to escape them!"

"It's not dingy!" Naruto shouted in defence, trying to shove Sasuke away from him. "It's cosy!"

"As cosy as what?" Sasuke sneered. "A broom closet? Who would set up a shop this way?"

Naruto shouted something in reply, but Sasuke could only focus on the way his lips were moving. He couldn't help it…

A smirk curved onto Sasuke's face suddenly. This blond didn't treat him like everyone else did, and Sasuke loved it.

He would definitely have to come back.

Sasuke drummed his fingers on the counter as he waited for Naruto to stock the damn CDs on the counter display already. He had been visiting the shop almost every day for the last three weeks. Naruto always acted like he hated it, but Sasuke knew he didn't.

"Okay, dobe, you're done," Sasuke muttered as he crossed to Naruto, pinning him against the counter by pushing a hand on either side of his body. Naruto spun to glare at him. "Didn't your parents ever teach you to entertain your guests?"

Naruto froze suddenly, his eyes becoming ice. He glared up at Sasuke, trying to draw himself up to his full height, which wasn't much.

"Bastard," he hissed. "You don't know me well, so I'll let it slide this once, but don't mention the word 'parents' to me."

Now it was Sasuke's turn to freeze, his eyes widening in realization as he looked down at Naruto. "You too?" he whispered.

Naruto blinked once, the anger fading from his eyes. "Me too, what?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. Sasuke sighed suddenly, his arms relaxing slightly. All at once the way he was leaning against Naruto went from aggressive to passive, taunt to relaxed, enemy to… lover?

"I can see it in your eyes," Sasuke whispered as he rested his head on Naruto's shoulder. "You're lonely too. You always have been."

Naruto stiffened, trying to push Sasuke away. His eyes were dark and swirling with all manner of emotions. Anger, hurt, disgust, self-pity and… hope? "What's it to you?" he growled before giving up on trying to get Sasuke off of him. "You're rich, perfect Sasuke Uchiha, lead singer of Sharingan with a billion and one fans desperate to get into your pants. How would you know what it's like to be alone?"

"Because… I am alone," Sasuke breathed in Naruto's ear, sending shivers down Naruto's frame. "I always have been, since my family died."

Naruto's legs threatened to give way. He had never met someone so similar to him. Sure he had met other orphans, like his friend Neji, but most knew their family at some point in their life. And after that, most still had family. They weren't passed from foster home to foster home, told he brought bad luck and the only good thing about him would be his multi-million dollar inheritance when he turned twenty-one. Well, that – lonely – birthday had come and gone, and Naruto had simply opened up his little shop before storing the rest of the money away, letting it gain interest as he lived simply. He didn't want the media getting wind of his life. He had been on the news a bunch of times, the poor child no one wanted that would one day be a millionaire. He hated it. He hated the media.

"I didn't even know their names…" Naruto whispered softly. Sasuke's breath hitched. "My parents… I didn't know their names."

"I did," Sasuke breathed. "But… I didn't know them. So distant, so cold. Never home. Just names with faces." Sasuke moved back, suddenly realizing how close they were standing. He looked deep into Naruto's eyes before sighing softly. "So you don't belong to anyone," he murmured. "No one… has or every will own you… you're completely free."

"And you're not?" Naruto challenged. His voice was still soft. He didn't want to break the moment, and what an odd moment it was.

"Of course not," Sasuke muttered. "My fans see everything. I can't get a moment's rest from the media. My entire music career, all my life, all I've wanted was someone who makes me feel free."

'And I've found you.'

The thought didn't shock Sasuke as much as he thought it would. It was the truth. He felt so free standing there with Naruto, practically holding the other man. Naruto was – incredible – to affect him so much in so short a time. It was amazing.

"Sasuke," Naruto breathed, looking up at him. He wasn't Neji. He didn't believe in fate. But there was something about Sasuke, about the feelings flowing around them – just something.

"Go on a date with me."

The words were out before Sasuke could stop them. Naruto's eyes widened and he tried to take a step back, but hit the counter. Sasuke bit his lips to stop himself from saying anything else stupid – but the damage was done; the moment was ruined.

"What?" Naruto asked as he slid away from Sasuke down the counter. "There must be something wrong with me because I could have sworn you just asked me on a date."

"I did." Ahh! Shut up mouth, shut up! But no, Sasuke's mouth had abandoned him along with his senses. He stepped closer to the counter as Naruto edged behind it, eyes locked onto sapphire blue. "Come on," he urged. "One date."

"No," Naruto replied instantly, backing away slightly. "Oh no…"

"Why not?" Sasuke asked, panicking a little. Naruto couldn't go. He couldn't abandon Sasuke now. "Naruto?"

"No! Don't say my name!" Naruto cried as he stepped back again. "I don't – I can't – you're Sasuke Uchiha!"

"And?" Sasuke growled. "So what?"

"If we go on a date," Naruto hissed the word with venom. "The media will be all over it! I can't deal with the media!"

Sasuke mentally groaned. He knew the media would come back to screw him over in the end. Now his perfect match wouldn't have anything to do with him. "Come on," Sasuke whispered as he leaned heavily on the counter. "You can hide beside me. I won't tell them your name."

"No…" Naruto mumbled. "Please. Let's go back to talking."

Sasuke frowned but nodded nonetheless. He moved back from the counter, still leaning on it but not trying to crawl over it anymore. "Fine," he growled shortly. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything you want," Naruto mumbled. He was being selfish. He wanted to keep talking to Sasuke but he didn't want to date him. No, that was a lie. Naruto did want to date him, very much so, but he couldn't.

"Where did you get those scars?" Sasuke asked as he watched Naruto rub his cheek. Naruto stopped, blinking, before rubbing them again.

"I hate them," Naruto mumbled. "I got them in my third foster home. I was playing with my foster brothers and they said it would be more fox-like if I had actual whiskers. So I cut them on."

"Don't hate them." Cool hands were suddenly soothing Naruto's cheeks, pushing his own hands out of the way. "Scars are souvenirs you never lose. The past is never far, so don't try and run from it. Just learn from it."

"What are you now, teme?" Naruto mumbled as he leaned into the touch, his eyes closing. "A philosopher?"

"No, dobe," Sasuke murmured. "Simply smarter than you."

"Shut up!" Naruto snapped as he pulled out of Sasuke's hands. "Bastard!"

"Dobe."

"Teme!"

Naruto fumed silently for a moment before turning back to Sasuke, his eyes curious.

"So what's it like being a star?" he asked. "I hear lots of artists say 'I've really found myself.' Did you find yourself?"

Sasuke thought his question over for a moment. The answer was simple and complicated at the same time. "I found something," he began slowly, "but it wasn't me. I already knew me. I don't like me. But I did find… life is more than who we are."

"Wow, teme," Naruto mumbled. "Deep." A blush stained his cheeks suddenly and he looked away. "And you're fine the way you are."

"Then go on a date with me," Sasuke couldn't help but urge.

Naruto's eyes turned icy. "No," he snarled. Sasuke almost flinched at the hatred in Naruto's voice.

"You…" Sasuke leaned forward, his bangs hiding his eyes. "You really hate me that much?"

"No!" Naruto cried, lunging across the counter and grabbing Sasuke's hand on impulse. "I don't! I just hate the media!"

"Oh Naruto," Sasuke sighed. Before Naruto could stop him, the brunet was beside him, wrapping Naruto up in a comforting embrace. Naruto couldn't suppress a gasp at the contact before he automatically melted into the embrace.

"You and I…" Sasuke whispered into sunshine locks. "We were forced to grow up so fast. We don't trust anyone or anything anymore."

"Sasuke," Naruto breathed as he clutched at Sasuke tighter. "I don't…"

"One date," Sasuke murmured, pulling Naruto closer. "I'll back off after. Come on."

"But you're famous," he groaned. "The people – the media – your band…"

"A tired song, playing on a tired radio," Sasuke whispered. "Please, Naruto. I won't tell anyone your name."

"I can't…"

Sasuke cut Naruto off again, this time with his lips. Naruto squeaked in surprise and Sasuke slid his tongue straight into the open mouth. He would be greedy. He would taste Naruto now, because Naruto wouldn't let him do it again. Sasuke tugged him closer at the thought. Never again taste the delicious mouth of Naruto. Never again play with Naruto's tongue as he was. Never again hear the sweet, sweet moans he received from stroking Naruto's tongue with his own.

"How about a modified date?" Sasuke asked once they parted, Naruto panting. "I'll meet you here, and bring dinner with me. We'll stay in."

"But…" Naruto protested weakly. He was still dizzy from the kiss. "But I…"

"At midnight," Sasuke interrupted. "We'll do it at midnight. No one will see me."

Sasuke's life seemed to freeze then. What would happen if Naruto said no? Sasuke wasn't sure he could walk out into the world without knowing that Naruto was his. He couldn't do it. He had just met Naruto, yet his mind, body and soul ached for him, even when he was wrapped in Sasuke's arms.

"Okay…"

Blue eyes looked up into black and Naruto swallowed.

"Okay. One date."

Ahhh!! I LOVE the Goo Goo Dolls!! Anyway, this will be a two-shot.

This is what happens when i get bored and distract myself from 'The Cheshire Cat.'