Yo. NinjaGazelle here! So...this is my first SasuNaruSasu (NaruSasuNaru? Can't decide yet :'( ) I don't really have much to say, other than expect some minor typos sorry.

Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is pissed, he can't seem to get a certain someone out of his mind, and neither can Uzumaki Naruto. What's going on? AU

Disclamer: These charming characters don't belong to me but the plot does.

Warnings: Rated M for language, some lemons later, a mature(ish) subject matter. This story is YAOI!...obviously. (boyxboy, if that sort of thing os not your couple of tea...LEAVE), the story is alternate universe.

Also: '-' Indicate someone's thought, italics are the past, and the line across the page are changes in POV's. So...to the story?

The black-haired, working business stiff had officially lost it. With his raven locks a complete mess, something he could not stand to believe, Uchiha Sasuke looked supremely scary.

He paced across the tight living room of the apartment he had purchased himself. He bobbed his head as if to music, a song no one could apparently hear. He wore a white dress shirt, the sides hanging open revealing a pale chest and hanging low on his waist was a pair of loose fitting sweatpants. He was sweating profusely; even the pads of his bare feet were sticking to the wooden floor as he stomped back and forth.

His breathing was ragged and he bit on the nails of his fingers, something he was pretty sure he'd never done before in his life. The young man had no idea what was happening to him. Ever since that night Uchiha Sasuke's heart had beat twice its usual speed and he was unable to stop moving. He was worried.

The emotionally stifled bastard was having so many "unnatural" thoughts, thoughts and images of a certain bright-eyed, golden-haired energetic dumbass. Sasuke paused for a moment; the only sound was the heavy thumping of his heart against his ribcage. It hurt.

The picture of the grinning person-of-interest filled Sasuke's mind and he tried to shake it away. The two had known each other for years, only distant acquaintances, nothing more. Nothing near the sick, alien, hot relationship they seemed to have in Sasuke's overactive brain. Just the thought of Uzumaki made Sasuke all hot and bothered. He was terrified.

He hadn't left his apartment for days; trying to understand why, oh why he was thinking non-stop about someone he'd only seen in passing, at a party to be more specific. Surely the blond wasn't thinking about Sasuke, why would he? They had only nodded to each other in greeting and said a few mindless things, only to awkwardly drift apart, slowly merging themselves with the rest of the party members, or so Sasuke thought. His memory of that booze-punctuated night of festivities was horrifyingly hazy. Only flashes, tidbits of that night had made any impact on Sasuke. One being dancing almost completely naked on a table, grinding up against the backside of someone Sasuke was pretty sure didn't have a vagina. He felt like crying.

Sasuke continued his marathon of endless stomping around his apartment late into the night until he heard loud banging on his front door. Sasuke was shocked; baffled almost by the notion that someone had come to visit him. Biting one last nail, he shuffled his way over to the entry. The pale young man slowly pulled the door open to reveal a very angry looking middle-aged woman glaring at him. Sasuke was puzzled.

The woman took in the sight of him, shaking her head. He was one of those people. His face was flushed and sweat dripped down his face. Noting the slacker look he was going for, the woman instantly hated him.

"Yes?" Sasuke croaked. It was the first time he'd spoken to anyone since the party. The woman backed away instinctively. She had always noticed her neighbor from upstairs, all the women did. He was the quiet business worker from upstairs. The one with neither a lover, pet, friends, nor an apparent life of any kind.

"I have no idea what you're doing in the late hours of the night, really I couldn't care less but when you disrupt my slee— Wait, what the hell are you doing?" She snapped at him. Sasuke looked surprised.

"What are you talking about?"

"The tapping. Stop." The woman grumbled. The two looked down to Sasuke's bare feet, watching the left one pounding softly against the floor. He awkwardly stopped moving and looked back up at the woman, leaning against the open door. The only sound was soon him tapping his fingers lightly against the door. The woman looked into the young man's face. He suddenly realized how tired he was.

Usually the boy was attractive and had a cold aura about him, but this mess of a man in front of the woman was different. Completely different. His eyes were red and his breathing was heavy. Deep purple lids surrounded his dark eyes.

"Are you on something?" The woman asked, suddenly regretting coming up here in the middle of the night. She crossed her pale arms tightly over her chest. Sasuke only shook his head and looked at the woman a moment longer. She had black hair cut short to her head in an almost boyish way. The hair was spiky, Sasuke liked that.

"Anyway, just try to be a little more quiet if possible." She muttered. Sasuke nodded more than necessary. The woman backed down the hall, giving him odd looks. She was going to tell the other female tenants to keep a look out on the possible drug-addict living in their apartment building. She looked back over her shoulder once more before descending the stairs, he was closing the door slowly, the blush back on his face. She had to admit he was cute. But what the hell was he thinking about?

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The next morning found Sasuke standing in the scalding hot water of his shower. His mind was blank, which was new. As of late, his mind was usually occupied by the vision of the blond. The scenes changing from the other man being partially naked to his lips being only a hairs-breadth away from Sasuke's. The flashes of that night kept barging uninvited into Sasuke's mind. He was confused.

Sasuke wanted to know what the hell had happened that night between him and the blond guy he barely knew. But another part of him really didn't. The water from the shower had turned Sasuke's pale skin a light pink and it throbbed from the heat. He pressed his forehead against the once cool white tiles. He needed to get out of his apartment.

Sasuke was dimly surprised to find himself standing in front of his office building only an hour later. His hair was still wet from the shower and he wore a white button-up shirt tucked loosely into khakis. He wore no tie, having been too lazy to do it up. People stared as he walked through the lobby, his usual stiff gait now a leisurely amble. His mind was still colored by unwanted episodes of his night with Uzumaki. The contagious grin, the bright eyes, the rock-hard body, all of it made Sasuke groan loudly into the tight elevator with irritation. People were struck by how Uchiha looked, gone was his usual cool façade, replaced with a nervous, anxious persona.

He collapsed with a sigh of relief into his chair, happy to be back to his white, emotionless cubicle. Sasuke had never felt more happy to be at work before, maybe now he'd be able to get that blond maniac out of his mind.

"Man, where have you been?" His chubby co-worker Choji asked, stopping at the entryway of the half-wall barrier. Sasuke slowly twisted his chair around, seeing the fat guy and a fellow mate, Shikamaru. "….Y-You're hair." Choji stuttered, unable to take a bite of the oversized chocolate muffin in his hand.

"What about it?" Sasuke deadpanned, contemplating turning back around to ignore them all entirely.

"I-It's…" His mouth hung open, his teeth dotted with crumbs of chocolate. Sasuke ran a hand though his wild mane, frustration coursing through his veins.

"Does it really look that bad?" He wondered aloud. Shikamaru merely shrugged, there were places he'd rather be. Like outside, watching the clouds moves across the sky for instance.

"Yeah it does, now shut up and get to work." Came an authoritative, female voice. All three young men looked behind to see their superior glaring them all down. Choji and Shikamaru scurried away quickly, yes Shikamaru did scurry. Sasuke attempted to straighten up, suddenly regretting his appearance. The busty blonde woman stared down at him, an intrigued light in her eyes. To her left stood her usual black-haired assistant, followed by an irritated, early-morning Haruno Sakura.

"My, Uchiha actually showed up for work." Tsunade teased. Sasuke said nothing to this, there wasn't really anything he could say…was there? Was he supposed to tell Tsunade about how hot he got just remembering Uzumaki's alcoholic breath on his face? Or the fact he hadn't eaten or slept in days? What could he tell her?

"Yes, sorry about that, Tsunade." Sasuke said in his best professional voice. She chuckled and moved into the tight quarters of the cubicle. Her assistant disappeared, but Sakura grudgingly stayed. Sasuke could feel the daggers of her glare, but didn't look at her.

Sakura had always seemed to dislike Sasuke after he turned down her many advances when they were younger. Seems the girl couldn't get past a grudge.

"Well, you're here now, Uchiha, and that's all that matters. You know," She paused and leaned down, her bulging chest even with Sasuke's face. "you look like shit, Sasuke-kun." She whispered to him. Sasuke backed his chair up abruptly, his face bright red. Tsunade stood tall again and smiled wryly. Sasuke noticed Sakura rolling her eyes.

Tsunade waved a goodbye and left. Sakura watched after her, and, instead of leaving for her own workspace –a comfortable ten desks away from Sasuke— she turned on him, glaring.

"You ass, you think you were the only one hungover after that party, huh?" She snapped, her green eyes angry.

"You were at that party too?" He asked, bewildered, of what he could remember, Sakura wasn't featured. Well, no one was really a major player, save Uzumaki, Uzumaki and his sweaty body against the Sasuke's pale one. He shuddered.

"Yes I was there. There wasn't anyone who wasn't there." Sakura mumbled. Silence ensued to the background of typing.

"Did I get really drunk?" Sasuke asked, trying to come off as indifferent, which wasn't hard for the social retard. Sakura arched and eyebrow. A sly grin, eerily similar to Tsunade's appeared on her face. She only shrugged and quickly walked away, grinning at him over her shoulder. Sasuke was reasonably worried now.

Uzumaki Naruto did nothing with his time that was of any importance. He sat on his futon, glaring pointedly at his laptop. A blank document smiled back at him, the cursor winking taunts at him. On any usual day, he would be unable to be "inspired" but today, and for the past few, he wasn't even able to concentrate for that.

He blamed this on the fuzzy, ambiguous night he'd spent with Uchiha a few days prior. Naruto was intrigued by the lapse in his memory of the night. Only sparks would come to him, a smile or laugh or light caress. Naruto wanted to know more. He was frustrated, he knew barely anything about Uchiha. He could only remember snip-its of the guy from school when they were younger. He couldn't even place the man's first name. He racked his brain, trying to remember.

His stomach roared loudly, demanding Naruto's full attention. This took precedence and he stood, relieved to look away from the asshole computer. He pulled orange sweats up over his boxer-briefs. Naruto wasn't the type to make a life altering decision by choosing between the two variety of men's underwear. He zipped up a dark gray hoodie over a white t-shirt.

Naruto stumbled around the room, it was still dark, despite imminent late morning. He searched for his keys and wallet. The blond slipped his almost too large headphones around his neck. He grasped his trusty Gama-chan from the ground and stuffed the wallet into his pocket. He didn't care about his lousy appearance, the young man needed his ramen. He was starving.

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Naruto slurped his ramen loudly, not caring the looks of disgust he was receiving from the other patrons. He frequented the place so often he was practically family. Naruto knew deep down he should get back home soon to work on his novel. His novel, yes the blond, ecstatic, nutcase had a book deal. However, he hadn't written a single word of it. This "tumble in the sack" –as he was calling it– was not helping with the concentration, which seemed to escape him.

"Dammit." He growled under his breath, the stress of his fast-approaching deadline getting to him. Setting the money on the counter, Naruto waved bye to the chef and ducked out. Sunlight, this, the second time of the day, temporarily blinded him as he stepped out into the street. He pulled his headphones up over his spiky blond hair, ready to tune out the rest of the world.

As he ambled along the sidewalk, trying hard not to get home, Naruto entertained himself with memories of the night shrouded in mystery. He had remembered his friend, Gaara dragging him along to the party claiming, "it's going to be full of working stiffs, boring". Apparently, his red headed friend didn't appreciate spending his after-hour time with his co-workers. Naruto was bored and avoiding the computer so he went.

The party was at one of the wealthier workers' place just out of town. That night Naruto had donned a pair of skinny jeans and a simple v-neck white tee that hugged his upper body. He really wasn't in the mood to be flirty or charming, he just wanted to get free food and possibly shitfaced. At least he got one out of the two.

It had been Naruto who approached Uchiha. He was already feeling a slight buzz from the beers people kept insisting on handing him. But who was he to resist?

"Uchiha?" Naruto had boomed, startling the boy into standing away from the wall he had been resting against. The boy stared at Naruto for a long moment and the blond was afraid he had no idea who he was.

"Uzumaki, right?" He said just in the nick of time before things became even more awkward.

"Yeah. Weird seeing you here. Been a while. Since high school. How many years is that now? One, two, uh five, right? Whoa, time passes quickly." Naruto was vaguely aware that he was talking much too fast and saying way too much all at once. He silenced himself by taking another sip of his beer. Uchiha only nodded and leaned back against the wall, an almost bored look on his face.

Naruto stood next to him and watched the party roll in full-swing before him. Neither said anything to the other for an indeterminate amount of time before Uchiha turned to Naruto and said something he couldn't hear.

"What?" Naruto yelled back at him, with the more beer he had drunk, the louder the music seemed to be getting and the more fuzzy Uchiha was appearing.

"You've calmed down!" Uchiha yelled, still seeming completely sober.

"Since when?" Naruto yelled back, confused.

"High school. What happened?" Naruto laughed out loud.

"I grew up." Uchiha nodded then, as if he understood. Naruto couldn't believe that, though. The dark-eyed enigma of his school days had always seemed so mature compared to everyone else, especially Naruto, the boy who never shut up or stopped moving. Naruto watched him then, staring at Uchiha's face. He could understand why all the girls had liked him back in school. Even now, he was drawing some attention, but he didn't seem to notice or care.

What interested Naruto the most at the time was neither his onyx eyes or indifference, but his hair.

"Do you do this every morning?" Naruto had asked, pulling on one of the black bangs at the side of Uchiha's face. The taller man stepped out of Naruto's grasp, a shocked look on his face.

"The hell… What are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry. Was just fascinated by your hair." Naruto said this with a cheeky grin, something Uchiha couldn't help but notice.

"Um, thanks." Uchiha said, an uneasiness to his tone.

"So do you?" Naruto asked, crunching his beer can. He watched it with a great amount of interest as he dropped it to the ground.

"Do I what?"

"Do your hair. You're fucking slow aren't you?" Naruto had mumbled. Before Uchiha could reply to the hair comment, Naruto leaned away from the wall. "I'm getting more booze. You look like you could use some."

"I don't think I do." He said bluntly. Naruto snorted and reached toward Uchiha, only to have him back away quickly. Smirking, Naruto kept reaching for him and gripped Uchiha's dark tie, loosening it. The darker one stared at Naruto in shock. But Naruto had only laughed.

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Naruto looked up from the gray concrete of the walkway which led to his doorway only to stop abruptly.

"Look who decided to show his pretty little face?" Came his editor's taunting voice. His editor, Hatake Kakashi was a beast, and not in the best sense of the word. Naruto needed to get away. He needed to put as much distance between himself and the white-haired pervert as possible. Without thinking, Naruto turned on his heel and started back the way he'd come. "Uzumaki, get over here." Kakashi ordered.

Knowing he had no other choice but to listen to what the man had to say. Naruto grumbled something about privacy, to which Kakashi snorted a rude laugh. The blond said nothing to him as he unlocked the apartment. He silently slipped off his shoes and walked into the darkened apartment.

"Still as much of a slob as ever. Heard of cleaning?"

"Heard of telling people when you're gonna show up at their house?" Kakashi chose to ignore this comment. He took notice of the opened laptop in the middle of the room. So did Naruto.

An ambulance trilled in the distance.

"How far have you gotten?"

"I haven't written anything." They both said at once. Kakashi rolled his eyes and Naruto sighed.

"You're an idiot, work harder." Naruto only nodded. He'd heard all this before. The boy was smart and talented, but only when he sat down and took everything seriously. Which happened less than often. Kakashi stood in the room a few moments longer, saying nothing. Finally, once he was done scrutinizing every inch of Naruto's cramped flat, Kakashi walked out of the place without another word.

Naruto was suddenly hungry again.

"Please, Sakura, tell me what happened?" Sasuke tried, begging. This whole fiasco with Uzumaki was making Sasuke do things he had never done before, one of which was eat out with Haruno Sakura. She, of course had chosen a place the two "wouldn't be spotted at" –her words. Sasuke didn't care or see how it was relevant if the two were "spotted". He just wanted to know what had happened at that damn party.

"Order, Sasuke." Sakura demanded, facing the server, who smiled warmly down at them. Sasuke sighed and his dark eyes flickered toward the menu resting on the table before him. They were in an Italian restaurant. Italian food. Pasta. Tomato Sauce. 'Tomatoes. Damn, the bitch knows me.' Sasuke quickly ordered then looked quickly to Sakura.

"Did I leave the party with anyone, by any chance?" Sakura widened her eyes. She took a lengthy sip, Sasuke noticed from her glass of amber liquid.

"You don't remember much do you?" Sasuke said nothing to this, didn't see the point in answering pointless questions, which would only lead to more mindless banter, bringing them further from the truth. "Well, if I can remember correctly, you left the party with some blond guy. He was really cute." Sakura mumbled aloud, something behind Sasuke had her attention.

'So, we left the party together, then.' Sasuke nodded, glad he had at least one piece of information. Sakura was soon chuckling in front of him.

"What?"

"You sure were drunk last night." Sasuke tsked and glared at the ground. He did remember it was distinctly that blond's fault he was drunk in the first place. Sasuke did his best to avoid alcohol at all costs, he knew he was a lightweight. "It was spectacular, you drunk. I'd pay to see that again." Sakura said once more.

By the time Sasuke had downed his fourth beer, his mind was long gone. The music had taken on a new tone as well, heavy bass and synths pulsated in loudly in his head. The lights seemed to be dimmed dangerously low, making it hard for the already drunk Sasuke to move about. The crowd was growing increasingly more rowdy, more clothing seeming to be discarded as the night wore on.

Bodies were pressed uncomfortably close to Sasuke's as he was moved about the makeshift dancefloor—a former living room. He massaged his head, trying to stop the loud bangs and screams from filling his ear drums. A shorter figure appeared in front of him, taking his hands off his head. Sasuke stared, wide eyed to see Sakura rubbing her ass against his crotch. Normal Sasuke would have likely squealed and run away but this one, the new and improved one only moved with her, a wide grin on his face.

Time passed and songs changed, becoming slower. Sasuke felt sick, memories of his shitty school dances coming back to him. But unlike then, tonight he was going to get lucky. And at that moment, the prey was looking to be Sakura. She was attractive enough. Drunk enough. And seemed up for it. Sasuke was opening his mouth to invite her back to his place when he appeared. He emerged from the crowd behind Sakura. If possible, the alcohol had made Uzumaki's blue eyes shine even brighter in the pulsing strobe lights. He smiled faintly. Sasuke had never seen anything as radiant or beautiful. He leaned forward, only to bump into Sakura. Her face froze and her green eyes darkened slightly. Sasuke stared at her through the haze of booze and could make out the eyes. Those eyes. 'No.' But she was already raising herself higher. She pressed her wet lips against Sasuke's. While she closed her eyes, Sasuke stared ahead, terrified.

Uzumaki stared back, his head tilted at an angle, a thin smile on his handsome face. What was happening? He didn't want to kiss this pink chick. He wanted to run his hands through that wild mop of spiky, yellow hair.

Sasuke gingerly pushed Sakura away. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her lips pouting. He held her away at a distance by her shoulders and looked around frantically for someone to hand her off to. A thin, white blonde girl appeared in front of Sakura, her eyes squeezed shut as well. Without a second thought, Sasuke pushed Sakura onto her and moved quickly past.

He came to a stop in front of Uzumaki, who reached down and gripped his forearm. Uzumaki moved close to Sasuke, breathing loudly in his ear, "Let's get out of here."

Hey, yeah it's me again, tell me what you think. Need opinions, SasuNaruSasu or NaruSasuNaru? C'mon guys, help a girl out here!

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