Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine. Kishimoto holds all rights.

Warnings: yaoi, au, ooc, mature, language

*After the Impact*

Prologue

Sasuke Uchiha leaned against the side of his office building and took one final drag of his cigarette before exhaling. He tossed the butt on the ground and smashed it with his heel. He should quit this nasty habit, but he justified it because he only smoked in times of stress. Stress caused by his live-in lover of the past fourteen months.

In his thirty-two years, no one had ever made him feel the way Naruto Uzumaki did. With just one look from those doe-eyed, tropical oceanic eyes, Sasuke's cock sprang to life. He loved fucking and smacking Naruto's tight ass. Loved pulling on those tawny-hued locks. Pleasure coursed through his veins when his lover screamed and moaned his name as his cock plowed into him. In that aspect, all was a bowl of frosted cornflakes.

However, Uzumaki knocked over the bowl, when he announced that he wanted to make their relationship more permanent, more official—as if living together merely signified breadcrumbs on a large plate.

Why did he have to get on this whole commitment spree? Although same-sex marriages were legal in some cities and countries, it didn't mean messing up a good thing.

Besides, no one knew more than Sasuke that matrimony didn't guarantee a happily-ever-after. Naruto told him he couldn't possibly know since he'd never experienced it.

"Love" is a ruse people use when they want to cover up wrongs and expects forgiveness. Such bullshit.

Sasuke moved away from the building and headed towards the parking lot.

Naruto Uzumaki stiffened when he heard Sasuke enter the bedroom. Usually on the nights his lover worked late, he was asleep, but tonight—restless.

Tch, damn hard to sleep when the man I love thinks I'm good enough to fuck, but not good enough to be in a relationship heading for the final knot.

Sasuke never said a word, but what else would warrant such a behavior? Didn't he make the best partner? He cooked, cleaned, made him chuckle, smirk, and smile every now and again. A hard feat to accomplish since his lover's stoic demeanor rivaled a robot.

Uchiha had reservations about their age difference, and though he never mentioned it, Naruto often wondered how much of a role his gender played in the man's decision, too. Sasuke denied his assumptions, but it didn't stop him from thinking otherwise, since his lover was bisexual.

That should have been his warning sign when he met Sasuke. The guy had the type of mysterious appeal that would make women and men give him a second look.

He was a powerful, rawboned work of art, reaching over six feet in height. Strands of cobalt hair fell over his forehead, as though he couldn't be bothered with a comb. On most men, it would look unkempt; on him, it worked. The harsh lines of his face and his hawk-like obsidian eyes gave him a menacing, but compelling appearance. His sharp blade of a nose rested over a pair of thin, wide lips. Separately, his features were forceful, but together they made a devastating combination. His body was lean, with the definition of a pro athlete who visited the gym twice a day. And his air of cocky self-assurance—irritating yet appealing.

That had been Naruto's impression of him the first day they met. Nevertheless, what had truly sealed the deal for him—a reputable surgeon with a successful practice did charity work for poor patients. It spoke of a great character. And Uzumaki liked the way he had handled Ino's son. When Ino finally introduced him, Naruto caught the slow appraisal Sasuke made of his body. He had taken his business card and called him the next day. They had an instant rapport and begun talking nightly on the phone. Then the calls had turned into lunches, which transformed into real dates. Clearly, the next step had been sex. And after four months of dating him, Uzumaki realized his feelings ran deeper than the physical. He assumed the same for Sasuke. Therefore, when Uchiha had asked him to move in, he jumped at the chance, though he still kept his apartment in case of anything.

Uzumaki had surmised, of course, that by moving in with Sasuke, the guy wanted a relationship with the potential of marriage, but ten months later, his role entailed being a convenient lover and housekeeper. It galled him to consider everything he did for the man, while still holding down his job at the store. Though Uchiha enunciated he didn't have to work if he didn't want to, quitting his job would have unquestionably made him feel like a kept man. And no one exuded independence like Uzumaki. He worked hard for all he achieved in his twenty-eight years.

Maybe if he had known before moving in how Sasuke felt about getting married one day, he wouldn't have done so, but now he was in too deep. He loved Sasuke so much it hurt. Sometimes he wished his lover wasn't a good person, a great lover, a great listener, and the best cuddler ever. Then he would have the incentive to leave him. But Uchiha treated him in a way he never did with others. Gorgeous men and women were plentiful, but his lover always came home to him.

Even so, the guy's outlook on love, commitment, and marriage soured everything. Something else that bothered Uzumaki a lot was that he'd never met his lover's family. Was the man ashamed of him? Every time he brought up the topic of meeting his relatives, Uchiha had dismissed the notion.

Naruto sighed as he listened to him moving around. The pretense of happiness he exuded became thinner each day.

The minute Sasuke slid into bed, Naruto knew he wanted a romp in the trunk. He always did, but not tonight. Especially, after he'd told him earlier today: "Get off his back and stop nagging about marriage."

Uchiha moved closer to him, a hand landing on his shoulder.

Naruto forced himself not to respond. He wouldn't allow him the privilege. Sasuke would learn things couldn't always go his way.

"Naruto, I know you're awake, so stop pretending you're asleep. You're not even breathing like someone sleeping."

Lips brushed against his ear. He curled his fists and bit his lips.

Sasuke captured his earlobe between strong teeth, the slight sting of his bite evoking a gasp in surprise and pleasure.

Damn him. The lethal bastard knows just how to get me in the mood. Shit. He groaned, his cock stiffening.

Uchiha continued to nip at his sensitive flesh like he hadn't heard him. The feral gleam in his eyes spoke of the lust thrumming through his veins.

Before Naruto could protest, Sasuke ripped the covers away and removed his boxers.

"Teme!"

"You want this."

When Sasuke entered Alpha-mode, Uzumaki knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do to change his mind. Besides, his lover's words rang true. Hadn't he secretly craved this?

Uchiha slid on top of him and peppered hot kisses against his neck. Naruto's fingers dug into his thick hair, holding his head against him. The warmth of his lover's breath sent pulses of ecstasy down his spine. Sasuke's kisses were making it hard for him to think, but at this point, he didn't care. The angry words of this morning's argument no longer mattered. The only thing worth thinking about at this moment was the pure, unadulterated lust coursing from his head to his toes.

Uchiha's tongue grazed the hollow of his throat. "That's more like it," he growled. He nudged his lover's thighs apart with his knee, rubbing the length of his cock against a quivering anus.

The rock-hard shaft pulsed and rubbed, teasing Uzumaki. He wished Sasuke would hurry up and plunge inside, but he knew the man would only give in when he could no longer articulate his desires. Uchiha sure made an excellent lover. He carried Naruto's body to the heights of passion, making him so hot he could barely breathe before screwing him senseless.

Sasuke shifted to the side of him and trailed a finger down the center of his lover's body, until he reached his throbbing anus.

Naruto's hips shot forward.

"You want it bad, don't you?" A knowing grin lit Uchiha's face.

"You know I do, dammit. Don't tease me!" Uzumaki grabbed the finger slowly stroking his hole and shoved it in.

"Eager, aren't you, hm?" Sasuke taunted, and if Naruto wasn't so damn horny, he'd knee him in the nuts for continuing this torture.

"Shut up and fuck me!"

"No dice." Sasuke's finger twisted, scissored, and curled.

"Oh..." Heat licked him from every angle. Only Sasuke could push him to this burning need for fulfillment. Another finger joined the first and Uchiha circled, eliciting a soft moan from his throat. His hips ground against the teasing fingers. Highly aroused and wanting more, he hissed, "You're a bastard. You know that?"

Sasuke chuckled. "Hn, but you want this bastard, don't you?"

"Tch."

"Not the answer I want." Uchiha's fingers brushed against his prostrate, sending shockwaves of pleasure soaring through his body.

"Y-Yes."

White teeth appeared. "Good," Sasuke said, lowering his head to take one taut nipple between his lips. His mouth was hungry, hot, and savage like a wild beast as he suckled and nibbled.

"Ouch!" Naruto yelped when his lover's teeth clamped on the tight bud. He had yelled out more from surprise than anything else because the pleasure far outweighed the pain. He loved it when Sasuke got a little rough with him. Vanilla sex was great, but sometimes a low-down, dirty fucking did the job. He didn't want lovemaking. He wanted to fuck.

"Give it to me."

"This is your punishment for trying to deny me and yourself when we both know you want this." Sasuke transferred his attention to the other rigid nipple, then removed his fingers before ramming in once more, probing, digging, seeking. His lover's nails dug into his shoulders, breaking skin. His lips returned to the other nipple, repeating the same motion.

Uzumaki shivered. Desire pulsed within his body, matching the rhythm of his heart. He wanted to grab him by the cock and demand that he fuck him, but his lover had an almost superhuman amount of restraint.

Uchiha was the master of his body and secret desires, firing up his blood more than any man he'd ever been with. He was helpless against the passion his lover unleashed inside him.

Naruto arched his back as Sasuke finger-fucked him with quick, steady thrusts. Cum leaked from his cock.

Lifting his head to look at him, Uchiha appeared slightly dangerous. "Who do you belong to?"

"You. Only you."

A hot tongue circled his left nipple.

"Whose body is this?"

Naruto trembled. "Yours."

"Don't you forget it."

How could he, when the guy's body was imprinted all over him?

Sasuke groaned again, covering Uzumaki's mouth in a fervent kiss. His lover's mouth opened eagerly under the savage assault of his. Tongues pushed forward, tasting and exploring the recesses of each other's mouths. Uchiha sucked his tongue, dominating the kiss. When he finally lifted his head, they both panted for breath, although the intensity of his stare threatened to steal Uzumaki's away. He straddled him once again and pinned his arms above his head. Hips lifted to meet his cock, but he shook his head.

"On all fours." An arrogant smirk curved his lips.

Naruto would have told him to fuck off, but he wanted it more than anything. Sasuke released him and moved away. Uzumaki positioned himself on hands and knees, shaking with anticipation. He sighed with relief when the tip of his lover's cock slid inside. Desire overthrew the sting of pain. He pushed his hips back as Uchiha moved forward, savoring the delicious length of him. The man was so deep within him. They were one and he loved it. Sasuke gripped his hips, digging fingers into his skin.

"You got your results today, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. Why—"

Uchiha's cock slammed into him before he could finish. What the fuck?! This counted as the third time the guy had asked that question during sex, and now it finally dawned on him why. The arse! Does he think I'm cheating on him? About to voice his displeasure with his words, he stopped short as Sasuke's cock hit the right spot. Shit.

Smack. Uchiha's hand cracked down on his ass. "So tight. You have the tightest hole I've ever fucked, and it's mine. All mine. I'm not going to let anyone else fuck this ass." Smack. His hand came down on the tender rump again, this time on the other cheek. The pain was minimal, but the pleasure was immense. He surged forward, increasing the pace of their motions, his cock slamming into his lover's anus.

Naruto knew he'd be a little sore in the morning, but this was well worth it. Only Sasuke evoked such yearning. He felt like a wanton, always craving more of Uchiha's cock. He sensed a build-up in his body, spreading from the tips of his toes up his legs, then traveled along his spine. When the sensation reached his head, he thought he'd lose consciousness.

Sasuke carried him to an intense, frenzied peak. Uzumaki groaned loudly when he achieved his mind-shattering release. His lover's grunts filled the air, the grip on his hip tightened, the strokes pounded deeper and harder. Uchiha continued to grind into him, his balls emptying into his lover's thirsty hole.

When his arms would no longer hold him steady, Uzumaki collapsed, with Uchiha following. He rolled, lying on his back and gathered him in his arms. Within minutes, Sasuke fell asleep.

Naruto wondered what thoughts prowled through his lover's mind. As usual, Uchiha hadn't said he loved him. Or that he even really liked him. Was this the ultimate destination possible for their relationship? Would Sasuke never utter the words that could give him the reassurance he desperately craved?

Memories of their time together flicked through Naruto's mind like a rotating cartwheel. Most of the time he always propositioned or instigated an improvement in their relationship. Sasuke rarely went out of his way in acting or stating the essentials in a relationship. Was he so pathetic that he had to stay with someone who made no compromise? Didn't he deserve more? The reality of the situation crippled him.

Do I actually love someone like that? Then what the hell does that make me? A love-sick fool? And all those questions about making sure I'm clean—like I'm cheating on him. This isn't how I pictured our relationship. If this continues, I'll never be the same. I'll change. Desperation will consume me. That's a life I can't live. Because it's not love.

His childhood and teenage years flashed throughout his mind. Broken. Pain. Lost. Reverting towards such a state would shatter him.

Naruto took his time prying off the fingers splayed across his chest and slid off the bed. It was time for him to leave this fruitless relationship.

Author's Note: I'm not certain how long this will be, but it won't be under five chapters for sure. I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.