Decima says: It's. About. Fucking. Time! Sweet Jesus, a LOT has happened since I last updated anything. New boyfriend, ran away from my mom's house (didn't tell her where I went), moved in with said boyfriend, graduated from college (I have a bachelor's degree in Graphic Design!), and my boyfriend and I are now raising a baby iguana named Verde.

*sighs* Yeah, a lot has happened...but I've been wanting to write something for a while now. I just didn't know where to start.

HOWEVER! I have made the decision to re-write this first chapter before posting the new one, which is actually halfway done, AND re-write the first and third installment of Just Because I Can. So rejoice, readers!

Enjoy the re-write!

Sasuke's Temptation | Chapter 1: A-dobe

He sat in the back corner table of Chiaroscuro, sipping on his overpriced coffee that had too much of a long name to pronounce. Slightly bad jazz music played too loudly from the speakers in the ceiling and displeased customers huffed, sighed, and tapped impatient feet as they waited for their purchased goods. Various women were whispering about him, giggling softly as they enjoyed their fancy, equally over-priced caffeine. Even some men were giving him the eye as they pretended to read the daily newspapers or whatever was on their expensive Apple devices.

Ugh, fucking hipsters...

However, none of these pesky annoyances registered through the man's senses. With every and all intention of sounding conceited, he knew he was beyond attractive. His spiked-in-the-back, midnight raven hair framing his pale, handsome face. As he sat at his table, one of his long, toned, denim-covered legs was crossed over the other while his stunning, onyx eyes scanned the people in the medium-sized, Italian coffee house. He also wore a tight, black muscle shirt that showed off the platinum chain that drew even more attention to his firm, masculine chest. He wore a light, blue and white hoodie since it was supposed to get windy out today. Even the deep, concentrated scowl on his face made his admirers swoon.

It was no secret that the Uchiha Sasuke, twenty-four year old graphics/print designer, was able to pull nothing but the best bed partners. From what he could see, in this popular, Italian cafe with overpriced goods, these ordinary people(hipsters) were not worth the Uchiha's precious time. Mostly because he was too busy observing someone whom had unknowingly became the object of his interest for the past six weeks.

He was careful not to let his prey know he was watching. So, he often carried a book to cover his eyes whenever the current interest happened to glance his way. The man felt heat pool in his groin as he watched his prey chew on his pencil, poured over his studies at the table in front of the window.

Six weeks ago, Neji Hyūga—a fellow designer who worked in the advertisement department—dragged him into this high-priced hipster hellhole. That was when he had first seen him. The blonde-haired enigma was sitting at a small table by the window, deeply engrossed in a physical therapy textbook. He was, perhaps, twenty years old at most. That's four years his junior, but that didn't bother him.

The Uchiha had briefly admired his prey's smooth, tanned skin that was exposed from the baggy, blue and orange surfer shorts and the matching vest/hoodie that was left open to reveal a tight, white tank top underneath that showed off his lean developed muscles. Obviously, the college student loved to surf or at least liked to swim, since he was in such good physical condition. Not to mention wearing such loud and cautious colors showed that he was most likely a social rebel.

After the quick once over, onyx eyes looked away without a care. Sure, the blonde was attrative; a good 8 out of 10, if he was being honest with himself. Besides the three whiskers on each of his cheeks and the medium-sized leaf tattoo on his right bicep, there wasn't anything particularly special about him. Just another hot college student who would probably drop out sooner or later. Judging by the way he dressed, he was probably too naïve to take home for a quick fuck as well.

Translation: a dobe. And yes, Sasuke nearly snorted and facepalmed himself once he realized the play on words.*

`Moving on….'

However, when he and Neji finally sat at a table, Sasuke had occasionally found himself sparing the whiskered usuratonkachi another curious glance. He watched the surfer run a frustrated hand through his unruly, short, scene-kid blonde hair as he flipped through a few pages of his textbook before highlighting a certain section.

The student's eyes were a striking color of blue that could make a summer sky green with envy, and his skin made him look like a tanned god. A plain, double Sterling Gold ear cuff wrap decorated his right helix area. On any other guy the piercing would look stupid, but this dobe made it work.

This only seemed to confirm his prey's wild yet shy nature, but the real kicker was how cutely he blushed and quickly shook his head when some random guy or girl about his age asked to sit with him at.

'Definitely a virgin,' Sasuke decided.

And with that, he had turned back to the meaningless, one-sided conversation with Neji. The Uchiha pretended to listen to the brunette's latest tale of sexual conquest, but that was a fail. By the time they left, twenty minutes later, Sasuke hadn't even looked to see if the surfer was still at the table. He was completely convinced that he couldn't have cared less about that student's petty existence.

So why, on the same day of the following week, did the raven find himself returning to the hellish coffee shop? And why did he feel some small scrap of relief when he saw that the blonde was there again?

The answer was simple: this innocent little surfer-dobe intrigued him.

Sasuke wasn't sure if it was the blonde's obvious purity, the intense manner in which he involved himself in his studies, or whatever else. Whatever the case, the boy had caught the Uchiha's interest in the most sly and modest way possible. To make matters worse, as his workload in the print department decreased, the raven had found himself idly wondering about him.

What was his name?

Which college did he attend?

Why in all hell did he choose a crowded, noisy cafe to study in?

Was he really a virgin?

The first three questions were really formalities; necessary instances in order to make his interest in the blonde seem as innocent as…well, presumably, as innocent as himself. However, that innocence was deceiving, the Uchiha knew. He knew that the surfer was the type of virgin who was only waiting around for someone man enough to dig his ass like a shovel.

And if the youngest Uchiha had his way, that someone would be him and him alone.

Sasuke could practically smell it on him when he passed by the blonde on his way through the door. His body was screaming for a good, hard fuck and none of those twenty-year-old pricks would be able to take him down like the Uchiha knew he could.

But did he know? Was this dobe even aware of what his body was craving, or was he too busy with his nose in those fucking books to even pay attention to it? This is what made this prey so fascinating and, ultimately, alluring.

So, he had returned. He was there again, pouring over textbooks, sipping on a tall glass of Greek frappé coffee, unknowingly teasing the print designer with his short, but not too short, surfer shorts. And again, Sasuke sat in the far corner and watched him, tolerating the loud music and crowding, whispering customers just to catch a glimpse of the dobe. Just to analyze his naïveté and see just how far it stretched in this pure little psyche.

The scene-ish usuratonkachi had bewitched the Uchiha.

But today was different. Today, as the raven sat in his corner, his lust was hardly containable at the sight of the innocence. Perhaps it was the fact that he was wearing the same outfit Sasuke had first seen him in, or maybe it was the past six weeks of silent observation finally taking its toll. Whatever the case, the raven knew that now was the time to either make a move or give up on the blonde entirely. If things went his way, which they mostly always did, the dobe would be screaming himself hoarse within the next three hours.

Downing the remainder of the nasty coffee in the paper cup, Sasuke stood and unzipped his hoodie-showing off his black muscle shirt-before throwing the empty cup in the nearby trash can. Squeezing between the impatient patrons waiting at the counter, he walked up to the innocent surfer at the window table, smirking at his ignorance as to what was about to occur.

As the raven came closer to the table, he took in the light scent of mandarin orange body mist. So delicate and pure this young man was...

He would be broken by nightfall.

"Excuse me," Sasuke started, his voice deep and confident, startling the student out of his studies. The ebony-haired man smiled and stepped back a few steps to avoid making the blonde feel uncomfortable.

The reaction he got was…interesting. The student jumped slightly in his seat and quickly tilted his back to look at the older man. The movement caused his hair to shift slightly, revealing his too blue eyes. "H-Huh?"

Cute. "I couldn't help but notice you here. I come in every Wednesday for lunch, and I always see you studying by the window. It doesn't seem like the most productive environment for schoolwork," Sasuke mused lightheartedly.

The dobe's blush amused Sasuke. "Um, yeah…I come here after my morning classes every Wednesday. This is my only free afternoon, so I usually come here for lunch and to get away from my roommates," he explained shyly, pausing to scratch the back of his head, making his wild hair even wilder. "…And I've seen you, too."

"Oh, really?" The raven raised an eyebrow at the new information. This was certainly unexpected. "And here I thought I was getting away with admiring your attractiveness undetected."

He shot his prey his family's infamous smirk. Combined with his deep, dark eyes, the heart-stopping smirk was Sasuke's most effective weapon in this game of chase he knew so well. He thanked his brother and uncle for his training.

The student's blush deepened slightly as he let out a nervous chuckle, signaling the success of the raven's tactic. "Ah, you're embarrassing me-tteybayo."

"My apologies," he held up a hand, singling that he meant no harm…yet. Also, the hell was that at the end of his sentence? Did this dobe have a verbal tic or something? "I didn't mean to, honestly. But surely you must know how alluring you are. I'd be willing to bet your girlfriend doesn't dare let you out of her sight more than necessary."

`Check.'

Scene, blonde hair swayed slightly as the student's head lowered cutely, while deep blue eyes looked up through soft, equally blonde lashes. "Actually, I don't have a girlfriend."

`Of course you don't, dobe.' To keep his game going, Sasuke feigned surprise. "I don't believe that for a second! A handsome guy like you?" He shook his head before continuing. "I imagine the girls must be fighting for a chance to have you on their arm," the raven said, subtly stressing the maturity level of the females his age.

The student flashed Sasuke a toothy grin before letting out a laugh—the genuine sound of it stirred the beast inside the Uchiha, telling him to fuck this blonde usuratonkachi raw and senseless until he couldn't remember how to form a proper sentence. But that would come later. "Haha, well, I'm kinda...um, I sorta play for the other team. And I really don't have time for a boyfriend right now-ttebayo."

`Check.'

The raven took a step forward and bent at the waist slightly. His pale, flawless face hovering close enough to the sun kissed skin to smell the vanilla and mandarin from his body wash. If it wasn't for his Uchiha pride, Sasuke would have drooled at the delicious scent.

"Well, let me ask you something," he rumbled huskily, letting his smirk darken ever so slightly. When he knew he had the blonde's full attention, Sasuke finished. "What do you have time for, dobe?"

Ocean eyes widened a fraction at the insulting name before darting around, making sure nobody had detected the sudden turn in the seemingly innocent conversation. Burning onyx eyes gazed at plump, trembling lips, noting the sudden excitement rolling off him in waves.

Suddenly, a little pink tongue darted out to lick dry, pouty lips, causing the Uchiha to bite his own lip in anticipation.

Oh, yeah. This blonde twink would be broken by the end of today.

The blonde's big blue's collided with the older male's again, nervousness and excitement sparkling, unintentionally or otherwise. "I, uh…."

That was all the confirmation Sasuke needed. He stood up straight again and held out a large hand toward the student. "Come with me," was his simple commanded in his normal suave voice. "I didn't catch your name, dobe."

With just an ounce of hesitation, the student jumped up. "My name isn't 'dobe', teme!" He kept his eyes on the Uchiha's as he closed his textbook, roughly pushing it into his orange and black messenger bag. Both men shuddered as sparks flew between them.

"The name's Uzumaki...Uzumaki Naruto," he breathed and Sasuke smirked deviously as he led the blonde out of the shop.

`Checkmate.'

*Sasuke called Naruto "a dobe" which just happened to be the main software that graphic designers use for their work. I loved this little joke haha.

Decima says: Awww yeah! Not much of a re-write since I only rephrased some stuff to make it smoother to read. The next chapter will be up soon since I'm working on it right after I update this! Be on the look out~