AN: I apologize for all the hard line breaks, but it was the only way I could figure out to break up sections. If any one has suggestions, I am all ears. Thanks, and enjoy!

Negotiated Infidelity Chapter 1

Chance Encounter

Sasuke dug his fingers into the pillow, keeping it from sliding along the red satin sheets onto the floor. He raised his hips, wiggling until Kiba's harsh grip held him still.

"Yeah? You want that?" Kiba teased, the tip of his blunt penis poking Sasuke's entrance. "Tell me what you want," he rasped, pushing the tip past the tight ring of muscle, testing Sasuke with a few short strokes.

Annoyed, Sasuke glared at him over his shoulder. "I want you to shut up and fuck me already," he growled.

Kiba chuckled into the quiet room. He angled Sasuke's hips the way he wanted them, fingers digging painfully into his thighs before shoving himself inside roughly. Sasuke groaned into the pillow. Kiba was accurate at least. His pail fingers gripped the sheets, anchoring himself against the rough thrusts that sent his cheek sliding against the bed.

The angle changed and Sasuke curled his toes. Kiba's chest was warm against his back, one hand grabbing between his legs and yanking roughly. A warm breath washed over the sweat on his back sending tingles of pleasure down his spine. The hand between his legs quickened its pace. Sasuke could feel the pressure growing. Stuffing his fist into his mouth he cried out just as Kiba sank teeth into his shoulder.

Kiba stilled and panted, his breath rustling the hair at the nape of Sasuke's neck. Sasuke's muscles clenched around the softening cock still hilt deep inside him, his own member twitching against Kiba's firm grip.

They both paused and Sasuke appreciated the few moments of silence as both of them tried to catch their breath.

Kiba laughed between shuddered gasps for breath. "Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?" he said. The bed shifted as he got onto his knees, pulling out from Sasuke slowly. Sasuke rolled over and grabbed a tissue from the night stand, offering another in the hand not mopping up fluids from his stomach. Kiba concentrated on tying off the end of the used condom. He grabbed the tissue and wiped himself down before chucking everything in his hand into the waste basket.

"So how was that?" Kiba leered as he climbed off the bed.

Sasuke ignored the question. He picked up the white shirt hanging off the lamp and tossed it in Kiba's direction.

"Naruto will be back at 9," he said, turning to look pointedly at the clock. Kiba followed his gaze, his lips quirking up in a smirk when he noted the digital numbers. He bent over to pick up his jeans, shoving his lean, muscular legs into denim, and Sasuke admired the naked behind on display.

"Guess I made it just in time then," he said, standing up straight as he buttoned his pants. The waistline fell low on his hips, exposing the hard lines of his abs and hip bones. He took his time shrugging back into his shirt.

"Lock the door on your way out," Sasuke said. Kiba raised an eyebrow at him. He grabbed his leather jacket off the floor and tossed it casually over his shoulder.

"Send my regards to Naruto," he said, winking over his shoulder on his way out. Sasuke didn't respond, stretching out on the bed and propping his hands behind his head. He listened carefully as Kiba's heavy footsteps sounded against the wooden floor. The doorknob rattled and the door shut heavily enough to echo through the small apartment. Sasuke shook his head and lifted his eyes to the ceiling. Glancing at the clock again, he paused for a moment and considered staying right where he was. With a small sigh, he slid his legs off the mattress and picked up his boxers.

Naruto slid his key out of the lock and opened the door carefully. He squinted into the dark living room searching for shadows or signs of movement. When all seemed clear he opened the door and stepped inside with a sigh of relief. He flipped the light switch and took another look just to be sure. Everything was as he left it.

Naruto closed the door and locked it behind him. He tossed his book bag onto the couch without a second glance and went straight to the kitchen. Opening the cupboard he glanced around, smiling when he spotted his target. Wiggling his fingers with glee, he pulled out a cup of instant ramen.

The latch on the bedroom door sounded and Naruto glanced up at the brunette standing in the doorway in nothing but navy boxers. His cheeks were still visibly flushed and his eyes bright from his escapades. Sasuke walked calmly to the counter. He turned and exposed a dark mark high on his shoulder. Naruto leaned forward to investigate and discovered a ring of teeth marks.

"Did he break the skin?" Sasuke asked. Naruto shook his head. "Good," Sasuke replied. "Fucking Inuzuka," he muttered under his breath. "I'll be in the shower."

"Yeah, okay," Naruto said, turning on the tap. He let the water run over his hand before placing the kettle beneath it. He kept his eyes lowered and watched the stream of water, waiting for the kettle to fill. Lifting his gaze, he caught Sasuke's naked backside disappear beyond the doorway. Naruto placed the kettle on the stove and turned it on.

He realized that this had been Sasuke's way of extending an invitation. Sasuke would leave the door unlocked, hang two towels on the shower rack and take his time washing up because he would be waiting for Naruto to join him. And if he did, Sasuke would try to seduce him. He'd whisper about the dirty things he had just done while his hands touched Naruto as if sleeping with another person wasn't significant. As if it was a private joke for the two of them to share.

Naruto kept his feet rooted in front of the stove. He tried to keep his eyes on the kettle and not his boyfriend's boxers on the living room floor. He felt the childish urge to run over and kick them; and instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and and watched the tendrils of steam slowly rise.

Sasuke wasn't trying to make him jealous. But that didn't mean Naruto had to hide it when he was.

The sound of running water drowned out the faint whistle of the kettle. Naruto stared at the mussed up bed through the doorway and imagined Sasuke standing in the shower, water running down his body, his stupid gorgeous body. The one he flaunted in the locker room, the soccer field and just about anywhere he deemed worthy of his presence. Naruto wondered how long this game would continue. How many more times would he have to come home late so he didn't stumble across Sasuke's latest toy?

Sasuke's pale face appeared in the doorway, his inky black hair matted down from the water. "Dobe," he said, water droplets running down his pale torso. "I'm not going to wait all night."

Naruto plastered a smile onto his face. "You go ahead. Ramen," he said, pointing to the steaming kettle on the stove. Sasuke rolled his eyes and disappeared. Naruto dropped the smile as soon as he heard the bathroom door shut.

The kettle had begun to whistle. Naruto ignored it, tipping his face up to the ceiling and letting out an audible sigh. He walked over to the couch, rummaged through his bag until his fingers closed on his cellular phone. The kettle screamed, but his blue eyes focused on the words quikcly forming with each click of a button. Pausing, he looked over his message one more time. He glanced back at the bed, the red sheets sliding to the floor, and pressed send.

The pub was unusually crowded tonight. Naruto pushed his way carefully through the crowd, head turning every which way in search of a dark pony tail. He nodded when he spotted the man waving to him from the bar. Smoke wafted toward the ceiling from the burning cigarette in his hand. He lowered it to his mouth and took a drag, releasing the smoke in a stream aimed heavenward. Naruto slid onto the wooden stool just as Shikamaru removed his coat.

"Suna is in town already. Half the guys here are either team members or their supporters so watch out." He slid a basket of fries along the counter in Naruto's direction. "Pick your poison."

Naruto waved over the bartender, a tall guy in a plain green t-shirt stamped with the bar name. Naruto searched for his name tag and smiled. "I'll take one Sapporo... Yamato," he grinned. The bartender glared a little, a look that discouraged Naruto from calling him by name again. Naruto smiled sheepishly as he placed his cash on the counter. The bartender slid the bill into his apron.

"Surrounded by the enemy, huh?" Naruto grabbed a fry and gobbled it down, realizing he should have eaten his cup ramen before leaving.

"They just arrived. They're practicing on the alternative fields until the game. Buzz is, there's an agent out here keeping an eye on their goalie. I suspect their early arrival might have to do something with him."

Naruto thanked the bartender as he accepted the cold glass of beer. He raised his glass to Shikamaru's, allowing the lips to clink before taking a sip of foam. He wiped it off his upper lip with the back of his hand. "You mean the psycho who likes to play dirty? I hear he nearly ended Lee's career."

Shikamaru smiled around his cigarette. "He might play rough, but he's damn good. I'm not being self-deprecating when I say he's a helluva lot better than me. We gotta watch it. You and Sasuke especially."

Naruto sipped from his glass quietly. He would be lying if he said he wasn't anxious about the upcoming game. And if there was an agent present, even it he was only there for one person, it could be a chance for the rest of them.

"So what are you doing out?" Shikamaru broke his train of thought. "I thought you had to run home to lover boy." Naruto snorted into his glass. He grabbed another fry and tore through it with his molars. Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Who was it this time?"

"Inuzuka." He gulped down his beer and then stopped himself, realizing what he was doing. He shoved a handful of fries into his mouth instead.

Shikamaru looked thoughtfully at his beer. "You can beat him at his own game, you know."

Naruto shook his head. "It's not how I work. I can't play around with people like that. For him it's just sex and... " Naruto glanced around, suddenly self-conscious of the conversation they were having. "I don't understand it, okay?"

"Try to," Shikamaru challenged him. He put out the cigarette in the glass ash tray on the counter, crushing it before turning back to Naruto. "Uchiha has commitment issues, we all know that. But he's also popular and he has a lot of people throwing themselves at him. For him he's still curious." Shikamaru clasped his hands together and smirked as he leaned forward. "Are you telling me you're not curious as well?"

"Curious about what?" Naruto retorted. "How many different bodies I can squeeze into my bed within a week?"

Naruto drained off his glass. He drank until he could see the bottom and kept his eyes on it as he placed it on the counter. He knew he would regret it later, but right now it didn't matter. In his peripheral vision, Shikamaru nodded at the bartender and signalled for one more.

Shikamaru turned in his stool and leaned forward to talk over the rising din of the crowd. "Stop thinking of them as bodies and think of them as people. What makes soccer so exciting for you? Playing different teams, having those new challenges and experiences. The game doesn't change, but the people do. Same thing for sex. Some are better than others. But each is an experience."

Naruto nodded slowly. This he could understand. But soccer was one thing. Intimacy was another. Shikamaru snapped his fingers to get his attention. "Try to concentrate. Now I know you've had a hard-on for Uchiha since we were 12, but are you telling me there's no one else? You've never been tempted to make use of your arrangement even once?"

Naruto's cheeks felt warm. He couldn't tell if it was the liquor or the way Sakura's face instantly flashed in his imagination. Shikamaru grinned at him knowingly.

"That's what I thought." Naruto scowled, but it did nothing to erase the smug look on his friend's face. "Now let's try something out. Take a look around this pub and I mean really look. Tell me there's not one person in here that you're curious about." Shikamaru made an example of himself by making eye contact with a tall blonde perched at a high table. Her long black dress did little to hide her curves or long legs. Shikamaru raised his glass to her. The blonde in question turned up her nose.

He did little to hide his amusement but Shikamaru only shrugged. He nodded toward Naruto to signal that it was his turn, his head nodding in the direction of the rest of the bar.

Naruto pulled his feet up and rested his heels on the stool. He slid around in his seat to face outward and took a look at all the people he had just shoved past earlier.

He recognized a few faces from Suna's soccer team. They stood in clusters of four or five, most of them tall and broad shouldered. Some of them even wore their team shirts. Naruto turned his head as he considered them and one of the brunettes turned and noticed his attention. His lip turned up in a snarl and Naruto replied with a friendly nod.

Naruto shifted his attention to a cluster of girls dancing to a song he couldn't hear. They looked fun, but none of them inspired him to put in the work to actually charm them. His gaze wandered over the people standing along the bar or the patrons sitting at the booths and tables. Even with one drink burning through his system, none of them inspired much beyond a mild curiosity. None of them compared with Sasuke.

Naruto looked at Shikamaru and shrugged, popping another fry into his mouth. But Shikamaru's attention was on the blonde again. He watched her with a sort of curiosity and amusement while she took great pains to ignore him. She rested her chin upon her hand, her body leaning into the wooden table. She looked like someone incredibly bored and then her eyes widened. Her mouth parted like one startled and she stood up a little straighter.

Naruto turned to see what had captured her attention. His eye was instantly drawn to a stranger who had entered the pub; a slight figure clad in a baggy maroon sweatshirt with the deepest shade of red hair he had ever seen. He had startling green eyes set in a pale face. And though he could have easily been mistaken for a girl, there was something utterly masculine about him.

The bar quieted as it became apparent that the newcomer was currently locked in a staring contest with a man who loomed over him. A rational person would have considered the smaller figure crazy, but he stood with such absolute confidence that Naruto couldn't be sure what would happen if someone threw a punch.

Slowly, the atmosphere in the bar changed. The girls smiling and dancing began to slow. Patrons chatting along the counter began to look and grew silent. Their eyes were all fixed on on the redhead glaring up silently. The look in his eyes sent chills down Naruto's spine.

The taller man loomed awkwardly, spine bent like a man who couldn't hold himself upright.

"I'm standing here," he pointed . "Watch where you're going, midget."

And suddenly it was clear to just about everyone in the room, that the lumbering idiot who had set off the mysterious stranger was three sheets to the wind. Inwardly Naruto cringed. There was a tension in the other's body, a sense of danger in the way his back tensed, like he was a predator waiting to pounce. Looking from the redhead to the drunken idiot causing a scene, Naruto felt like he was watching a baby seal slowly bait a polar bear.

Grabbing Shikamaru's drink he took a large swig and hopped off his stool. As co-captain he had always broken up the fights in the locker room or on the field. He pushed through the crowd carefully, making his way to the small circle of space that had opened up around the standoff. The redhead didn't even bother to look at him, still glaring at the drunk guy like he was going to rip off his head. Naruto believed he would do it too.

He squeezed himself between the two of them, placing a palm against both their chests and nudging them away to a safer distance. "Take it easy guys, it was an accident. Let's all have a drink and make merry." The angry drunk shoved Naruto away and he stumbled into the green eyed stranger. Naruto apologized to him before turning back to what appeared to be the bigger problem. "Hey man, just take it easy okay? Where are your friends?"

"Mind your own fucking business," Naruto was shoved a little harder. Naruto shook it off, but then the other man swung. His fist went wide and Naruto dodged easily, stepping in and pulling up his fist into the other's gut automatically. After years of brawling, it had been reflex. Naruto regretted it instantly.

His partner was too drunk to realize he was hurt. Instead of buckling he pushed forward, tackling Naruto into the third member of their party. He shot Shikamaru a pleading look as the three of them went down. The back of his head collided painfully with the wooden floor, and for a moment he was disoriented. He sat up and tried to shake it off. Someone's foot collided with his shin and suddenly pain shot through his leg, sharp enough to cut through his sluggishness. Naruto struggled to escape from the tangled limbs and random attacks of his drunken foe.

Eventually he felt Shikamaru's arms around him, pulling him out of the fray. He clung to his friend's hand, feet kicking out under him, trying to gain traction so he could stand. The bartender and a heavy set brunette had pulled off the others.

"I don't want any trouble here," the bartender said. "All three of you are going to have to leave, now." Naruto looked helplessly around him, but everyone had seen it. No one was sympathetic.

"Fuck," Naruto said as Shikamaru let him go. He touched a tender spot on his cheek gingerly wondering where that one had come from. "Sorry Shikamaru," he said. Shikamaru shrugged.

"Don't be," he said. "If anything I owe you." He looked meaningfully at the other side of the crowd where the same young woman who had ignored him earlier watched the spectacle with a growing look of concern. "You'll be okay?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at Naruto's cheek. Naruto waved him away and Shikamaru pat his shoulder consolingly before slipping away.

The bartender was staring at him in a way that gave him the heebie-jeebies and so Naruto let himself out before security did. The crowd, thankfully, moved out of his way as he limped along on his glorious way into the warm summer air.

He shook his head and laughed at himself, ignoring the odd stares of passersby. He had meant to distract himself from the earlier events of his night and in some way, he had thoroughly succeeded. If only he had found a less painful way to do so.

A prickle of awareness interrupted his thoughts. Turning, he noticed the silent redhead standing behind him, staring at him with a look of disgust. Naruto offered an apologetic smile in return.

"You okay?" he asked. In the lamp light, it was difficult to see, but there was a dark spot on the other's chin that Naruto feared might be blood. "I think," he said, reaching for him, but the other man shoved him away.

"I didn't ask for your help," he growled.

Naruto tilted his head, still trying to determine whether he had seen correctly or if it was a trick of the light. "Stop being stubborn and let me see if you're alright. Do any of your teeth feel loose?" he asked, having remembered the humiliation of losing a tooth before. The other man shoved at him again, storming off down the sidewalk.

"I can handle it myself."

Naruto felt his anger rise. He stalked after him, lengthening his strides to catch up. "Handling it? That's what you call picking a fight with a guy twice your size? Do you really think you would have stood a chance?" The rational part of his brain knew the answer was yes. But he felt angry and annoyed and genuinely pissed off that his one attempt at a good deed for the night resulted in him getting punished for it.

The stranger turned on his heels and in a second he was in Naruto's face, his pale green eyes glaring daggers at him. "Would you like me to show you how?"

From this close Naruto realized how pale his eyes were. He had eyebrows, but they were bleached, frosted, as the girls liked to call it. The bright mark on his forehead was a tattoo. The symbol for love etched out on his pale skin in a red as deep as his hair. The result was something alien; something beautiful in a way he couldn't define. Naruto discovered that he was actually staring and instantly Shikamaru's challenge came back to him.

Naruto turned his head and lowered his gaze. "You're right," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "And I apologize. It was none of my business and I made it worse." He met the strangers eyes again and the anger there had dissipated. Confusion had settled in its place. "It's a bad habit of mine really. Letting my mouth run away from me... kind like right now I guess." He ran his hand over the back of his head and quickly regretted it. He flinched as he touched the bump on his head and massaged it gently. "Shit, coach is going to kill me," he muttered. Naruto looked around and spotted a familiar sign. "I don't know about you, but I need first aid. There's a convenience store on the corner." Naruto nodded toward the bright blue and white sign glowing at the corner.

His companion looked thoughtful as he slipped out his tongue and touched the bloody corner of his mouth. His lip had begun to swell and Naruto realized it was from a split lip. Before he could rethink the offer, Naruto grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward, dragging him toward the corner.

"I'll follow you so knock it off," his companion growled, yanking his hand away. He shoved his hands into his pockets, turning to stroll down the sidewalk at a more leisurely pace.

"Habit," Naruto offered as explanation. "You need ice or it will get worse." Naruto loped alongside him. His ignored the pain shooting up his leg, certain that his shin was bruised. Practice would be painful for the next few days.

He smiled at a passerby who regarded the two of them with fearful expressions. "Evening," he said politely. The couple ignored the greeting, quickening their step after they passed.

Naruto stuffed his hands into his own pockets, one hand closing around his phone. He wondered if Sasuke noticed he was missing. He wondered if his lover would look at him the same way if he wandered in bruised up and scratched.

They reached the signal and Naruto leaned against the pole. He looked across the street at the well lit store and the clerk quietly bagging a magazine and bento at the counter. "So what did that asshole want anyways?" Naruto asked. His companion shook his head. He looked forward and watched the red man, waiting for it to turn green.

"He didn't like the way I look," the redhead said softly. He looked up at Naruto and from this angle, his green eyes were almost childlike. He was more fair than Sasuke and had his hair been black or blond or even brown, people would have considered him handsome. Instead, his candy apple red hair made him look like a trouble maker. A tough guy, waiting to be challenged.

Naruto huffed and ran a hand through his blond hair. "I've been there," he said.

The light changed and a green pedestrian figure lit up on the other side of the street. The two men faced forward, and quietly stepped out onto the street.

Naruto leaned against the brick wall, holding an ice pack to his cheek under the bluish glow of the convenience store sign. His bag hanging around his wrist, he kept his hand in his pocket, fingers brushing the keypad of his phone. He wondered if Shikamaru would be willing to let him crash tonight. He wondered if any of his friends were home.

A bell tinkled as the door opened and the redhead walked out, carrying a heavy looking bag and a water bottle in one hand. Naruto nodded at him and the redhead continued to walk. He got to the light when he looked back, eyes narrowed in Naruto's direction. Naruto smiled and waved good-bye again, feeling acutely self-conscious of the fact that he was standing outside a store, by himself, at the oddest hour of the night.

The redhead back tracked and lifted his brow in question.

Naruto looked down at himself. "Would you want to walk through your front door looking like me? I'm going to wait a while before I start alarming the neighbors. Maybe if I catch the last train they'll all be asleep when I get back." he winked.

Naruto almost swore that the other man cracked a smile. The corner of his mouth seemed to lift a little anyhow, though it could have just as easily been a trick of the light. He nodded his head toward the street, turning to walk back toward the signal. Uncertain, Naruto stood back for a moment. When his mystery companion looked over his shoulder again, his expression clearly impatient, Naruto hurried to catch up.

It wasn't until they reached a street Naruto had never seen before that he wondered about the wisdom of his decision. The trip thus far had been quiet and Naruto had followed obediently as his companion led him through a series of small side streets. He thought about asking where they were going or where the boy lived and then suddenly they emerged onto a large, broadly lit avenue and Naruto recognized exactly where they were.

"My hotel is across the street," his partner informed him and Naruto looked up in awe at the ritzy looking glass doors and small turnaround.

"Who are you?" Naruto asked with some wonder. He had assumed the stranger had been young, probably college aged and someone local. No college student could afford to blow money on fancy hotels in Tokyo. None that he knew anyways.

His companion didn't answer. Instead, he stepped out onto the street and glanced both ways, continuing his brisk pace across the six lane avenue. Naruto jogged to keep up.

The doorman smiled to them and greeted them without lifting an eyebrow. Naruto stepped through the glass doors and looked up at the bright chandelier and the wide lobby with it's plush looking couches.

It was only as he stepped into the elevator that the situation really struck him. He was alone, with a guy he had never met before; a stranger who wasn't local and who might only be in town for a few nights. Naruto stared at the metallic walls of the elevator. His reflection was a blur of colors, only the faintest hint of who he was. His eyes slid to the reflection beside his- the still, calm figure that seemed to think nothing was amiss.

"Are you sure this okay?" Naruto asked.

The elevator slowed and came to a halt. A high pitched ring announced their arrival just as the metal doors slid open.

"I wouldn't have invited you if it wasn't," his companion replied calmly.

The plastic bag rustled as he stepped forward, walking down the hallway with a determined step. Naruto trailed a few steps behind, pausing when his host stopped in front of a door and slipped in his card key. He pushed open a heavy door, flipping the light switch and kicking off his shoes at the entryway.

Naruto entered slowly, eyes flitting over the king sized bed, the large wooden writing desk and two high backed arm chairs separated by a low table. This was no business hotel.

His host set the water bottle on the writing desk, condensation dripping onto the wood. He opened his bag and pulled out a tube of antibiotic ointment and a box of bandaids, setting it next to the water.

"Are you bleeding?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. Naruto closed the door behind him and shook his head.

"Don't think so," he said honestly.

The redhead continued to empty the contents of his bag. When he finished his fingers reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, tugging it off to reveal a black shirt with fishnet sleeves underneath. The sleek material hugged his slender frame, the hem falling long enough to cover the clasp of his belt and the waistline of his black slacks.

Naruto averted his eyes when the redhead began tugging the shirt off as well. He concentrated on icing his cheek, setting his bag on the carpet as he slid to the floor and raised the leg of his pants with his free hand. He poked the dark bruise on his shin carefully.

Red hair invaded his vision. Naruto glanced up, startled as his companion kneeled beside him, his hands stretching out Naruto's leg, and poking and prodding. His eyes wandered to the surprisingly wide shoulders, the slender waist. In his baggy sweatshirt, he had just seemed small, but Naruto could see now that he was compact. He was slender, but everything on him was muscle. Had push come to shove, he would have packed a punch.

A warm hand pressed against his briefly, fingers tugging the ice pack away from his check. He pressed it against the bruise instead. Turning, he slid open the closet and rummaged inside. Naruto watched the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. Strawberries and cream, he thought. That's what came to mind as Naruto let his eyes wander over the deep red hair, the milky white skin.

Again, Shikamaru's challenge came back to him. The situation was in fact, ideal, and Naruto had to admit he was certainly curious. But the rational side of his brain reminded him that he was being shown a kindness and what sort of douchebag would he be to take advantage?

He returned with a large bandage and he lifted Naruto's leg as he slipped one end underneath. "Bend your knee," he said. Naruto complied and watched as the other man's face hardened in concentration. He rolled the bandage tightly, keeping the ice pack in place. When he finished, he stood quickly and disappeared into the bathroom without another word.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and Naruto fished it out. A photo of Sasuke in large black sunglasses lit up the screen. Naruto leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes as he shut it off. He stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

"Come here," a voice called to him from the bathroom. "Lend me a hand."

Naruto took a deep breath as he climbed back onto his feet. His braced himself against the wall, trying to ease the pressure on his bruised leg. When he entered the well lit bathroom, he tried not to stare.

Naruto had always thought Sasuke was pale enough to pass as a statue. A marble god, as Ino liked to describe him. But even Sasuke had marks and scars. But in the harsh white light bearing down on them, this man was flawless; smooth and unmarked save an angry red line running along his shoulder and a dark bruise blooming on his hip. Naruto tore his gaze away.

When he looked up again, green eyes watched him in the mirror. "I can't reach," he said matter-of-factly. Naruto accepted the damp towel handed to him. He glanced at his own reflection in the mirror and saw his own uncertainty. Shaking it off, he reminded himself that he had helped his teammates numerous times. With a look of determination he carefully cleaned off the dried blood. The scratch was not as bad as it appeared, but it was always best to be safe, he thought, Iruka-sensei's words ringing in his ears. He reached for the ointment and smeared a thin line across the wound.

His companion held up a standard band-aid.

"It won't cover the entire cut," Naruto said.

"Cover the worst of it."

The tabs had already been peeled off. Naruto grabbed the sticky edge and pulled it taut. He angled it over the cut until he found the best coverage and carefully pressed against the firm surface. Naruto smoothed out the edges and nodded to himself. He allowed his eyes to roam down the rest of the smooth back in front of him, pausing on the bruise that disappeared into dark slacks.

"You have a bruise, right on your hip."

"How bad?"

Naruto shook his head. "Don't know. You'll have to check," Naruto stepped back. The redhead turned his back to the mirror, head angling over his shoulder to view the mark on his hip. The clasp of his belt jangled as it came undone. His pants slid down his hips, exposing the elastic band of his boxers. The bruise dipped further than that.

"I'll give you some privacy," Naruto said awkwardly, feet sliding backward along the tiled floor.

A zipper sounded and Naruto watched as slim fingers tugged the pants down a little further, revealing, of all colors, maroon boxer briefs. He folded down the elastic band once and then twice, until the edge of the dark bruise faded into creamy white.

"You should ice it," Naruto recommended. The other man's attention was on the bruise. He allowed his pants to fall, stepping out of them toward Naruto. Naruto stumbled out of the bathroom, but the other man was muttering something to himself. He walked over to a suitcase laid out on the floor. He bent over, hands rummaging through the contents and Naruto caught himself staring at the firm behind, two shapely globes hugged by fabric.

Naruto shook himself out of it and picked up his bag. "Thanks for all your help, but I've imposed on you enough. I probably should get going."

His companion sat up and turned to look at him, a roll of athletic tape in his hand. Naruto looked at the door just a few feet away. He put his bag on the floor again and stepped into the bathroom.

His companion placed an ice pack and the roll of tape on the counter. He pushed his boxers down a little further, far enough to expose more than just the dimples above the cleft of his ass. In the reflection, Naruto could make out the muscular v between hip and thigh. His flat belly was smooth and Naruto discovered his eyes kept wandering to the same place even as he actively tried not to look.

"I can't hold the ice pack there all night. I need you to tape it." He picked up the ice pack and pressed it to his hip awkwardly, elbow bent uncomfortably. He lifted his other arm to keep it out of the way.

Naruto grabbed the tape. He unfurled one end and placed it on the ice pack. Slowly he unwound it forward, holding it out in the air. He realized this would be uncomfortable no matter how he approached it. Slipping his arm around the other's waist, he tried not to come in contact. He reached around with his arms, focusing on the image in the mirror; on the image of himself with his arms practically wrapped around another man.

The white lights did nothing but highlight just how beautiful his skin was. As if he had been hidden away from sunlight for his entire life. Naruto's skin was dark in comparison and he felt a surge of lust as he imagined their limbs contrasting in a tangled dance.

Green eyes watched him quizzically. "You keep looking at me like that," he said.

"Looking at you how?" he asked, feeling his face heat up as the words left his mouth. He tried to taping a straight line across the muscular belly. His eyes slid down the smooth expanse disappearing into the boxers.

An unreadable expression greeted him in the mirror. His companion lowered the ice pack, dropping it in the sink. He turned in the circle of Naruto's arms, and tipped his face up. Naruto's heart began to race when he realized just how close they were.

"Like this," he said, and his expression changed. His dark lashes lowered over his sultry green eyes, echoing the desire Naruto had been trying to hide. Pale fingers were at Naruto's belt, undoing the clasp calmly even as Naruto's sucked in a harsh breath. He stumbled back, the air rushing out of him and when he looked up he caught his own panicked expression in the mirror.

Two hands tugged the waistline of his pants dragging him forward again. Naruto knew he should have fought back. He should have pushed him away. He was strong enough to. But those green eyes were watching him, with a sort of curiosity as he slowly undid the zipper. His tongue darted across his swollen lip.

Naruto shut his eyes as a hand snaked down his pants. He tried not to buck against the warm hand rubbing firmly against him. He told himself that this was wrong. He reminded himself that he had a boyfriend at home; that this wasn't how he did things. He groaned as he felt himself growing hard.

It shouldn't have been this easy, he thought as he bucked against that warm hand. Guilt shouldn't have felt this good.

His partner tugged up his shirt with his free hand, a message that was clear enough and Naruto pulled it off without hesitation. His swollen mouth curved up in something between amusement and appreciation and for once Naruto felt proud of his body and the hours he spent sweating on the field. A tongue swept along his nipple and Naruto let out a small "oh," as his body leaned into that touch. His hands wandered over the other's body as that tongue danced across his skin.

Naruto licked his lips before bending down to sample the body in front of him. Before he could reach, he was pushed away as his partner stepped out of reach. Confused, he watched as fingers pushed down the last article of clothing he had left. Unconcerned with his nakedness, Naruto's greedy eyes roamed over him. Pale hands pressed against the marble, arms flexing as he lifted himself up onto the counter. He leaned back until his shoulders rested against the mirror. He pulled up one leg, heel resting against the edge and falling open.

Naruto trembled with anticipation. He stepped up to the counter and grabbed the other man roughly, dragging his hips to the edge as he pressed his body against his. Strong legs wrapped around his thighs, holding him still as his partner raised his hips.

He paused when the phone in Naruto's pocket began to vibrate. Naruto growled and clung to the lithe form, digging his nose into slender neck as his teeth nipped skin. He thought of the teeth marks on Sasuke's back, Inuzuka's mark clearly inscribed in bruises. Closing his eyes, his dug his teeth in a little sharper.

His partner tossed his head back and chuckled. "Your phone," he said, fingers fishing at his pockets. Naruto licked the red mark, his mouth still roaming. He pulled away the other's hands, tugging off his pants and everything with it until it fell to the floor.

He gripped the base of the slick cock against his belly hard enough to make the other wince with pleasure. "You want me to stop?" he asked.

A hand gripped his leaking erection and slid up. "Do you?"

The sheets had been changed. Naruto kept his bruised cheek toward the wall, nodding at Sasuke who glanced up from his text book as Naruto came in.

"Where the fuck did you go?" he asked.

Naruto dropped his bag to the floor. "Out. Shikamaru invited me," he said. "I'm pretty beat," he looked away, moving to the dresser to grab some sleep wear. "I'm going to take a shower."

"I called you three times," Sasuke persisted.

"It was loud at the pub, Naruto pushed around his drawer. "I couldn't hear my phone," he explained. He could feel Sasuke's eyes boring into him. He could feel the anger emanating from the bed. "It's late, and we have practice tomorrow. I just want to shower and go to bed," Naruto replied. Sasuke looked suspicious. He put his book and down and started to move. Naruto shook his head. "Tomorrow, okay?"

Naruto didn't want for a response. He stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.