Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ It Was A One Time Thing! ❯ One-Shot

A/N: A little something for Skully over at y!gallery. :3

Title: It Was A One Time Thing!

Pairing: NaruSasu

Warnings: unrepentant porn, nonexistent plot, horny Naruto, and a prude Sasuke.

Summary: A mission in which Sasuke is neurotic and Naruto is… Naruto.

Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto, but it's obvious to anyone that if he could write the story he really wants to, it'd be more like this. ~__^

 

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Sasuke grit his teeth. He didn't have to look at his partner - if you could call him that - to know he had that stupid expression on his face again, the one with the hooded eyes and lecherous grin. He ignored him and quickly scanned over the other patrons of the filthy, little bar. A new one had just entered the establishment: male, middle-aged, non-shinobi.

 

A few seconds later, he heard Naruto zip up his jacket once again and sigh. “Keep acting like that and people might start to think you actually like girls.” There was no mistaking the hint of amusement in his voice.

 

There was also no reason he couldn't defect again, Sasuke thought suddenly. He'd done it before, and living as a missing nin wasn't nearly as hard as not snapping Naruto's neck on a daily basis. Briefly, he sneered at his companion then went back to keeping an eye out. The bartender was telling a couple of drunkards at the end of the bar to pay their tab and get out.

 

A hand landed heavily on Sasuke's thigh and proceeded to squeeze. He should've expected something like that really. Naruto had never been one to take well to being ignored, but neither had Sasuke ever been one to enjoy being groped in public, especially by moronic teammates who won't take no for an answer.

 

How he resisted the urge to snap his wrist, Sasuke would never know, but the glare he sent Naruto had enough murderous intent, it was a wonder the people at the table behind them didn't feel it.

 

“We are on a mission,” he ground through clenched teeth.

Naruto only grinned, completely unfazed. “I'm well aware of that.”

 

A finger began drawing circles on his inner thigh; Sasuke focused his attention on the small group leaving the restroom.

 

“So you're trying to alert the target then? We're not supposed to be drawing attention to ourselves, idiot.” He spoke quietly, glancing at Naruto out the corner of his eye.

 

Sasuke didn't think it possible, but the blond's smile actually widened at that. “Nah, I have a better idea. He should see us. That way when we're conveniently following him back to the inn later, nothing will seem out of place. He'll be all, `Oh look, those two horny bastards are finally gonna get a room. Good for them.'”

Sasuke simply stared in utter and complete disbelief. “I... can't even respond to that,” he said finally and took a large gulp of his drink. He'd ordered it for the sake of appearances, but it looked like he was going to need it.

“Because even you can't argue that genius!”

He most definitely was not spluttering - Uchiha Sasuke didn't do unsightly things like choke on a beverage and shoot it out his nose. He stoically ignored the burning in his nostrils.

 

Deciding to change tactics, because no matter how insane dealings with Naruto had become as of late, some things had not changed since they were genin on Team Kakashi. Arguing with him was still just as pointless as always; might as well forget about his stupid “plan” and stick to the original issue.

 

“We agreed it was a one time thing and would never happen again, in case you've forgotten.”

Naruto watched him with an amused expression a moment before replying. “No, you said that, but we both know you didn't mean it. You just don't want to admit you liked it.”

 

“….” A man hashing out details with a prostitute proved to be much more interesting than Naruto's infuriating self.

 

“Aww, come on, Sasuke.” Naruto leaned in close, and his voice was low in his ear when he asked, “Just a quickie for old times' sake?”

 

Sasuke was pretty sure he'd obviously twitched at that but was too annoyed to care. “Old times? It was a month ago!”

 

“I know, man!” Naruto chuckled. “What are you, a prude?”

 

It was then that Sasuke wondered if he really needed the paycheck from this mission at. He was being underpaid, after all. Putting up with this was at least A-rank. “Do you ever shut up?”

 

It was rhetorical, of course. Sasuke'd known the answer since he was twelve years old, and apparently, so did Naruto. His only response was to run his tongue over the neck of his beer bottle, his eyes never leaving Sasuke's.

 

“You do realize how many people have probably touched that, right?” Sasuke was quite proud of his unimpressed tone.

 

“Nope,” he chuckled. “I dunno how many people have touched your cock either, but I'm still willing to lick it, too.” To emphasize the lewd comment, he inserted the rim of the bottle in his mouth and sucked.

 

Sasuke didn't realized he was staring until a few moments later Naruto let the bottle slip from his lips with an audible pop and grinned at him. So much for unimpressed.

 

“Fuck this,” he growled, pushing himself out of his chair. Putting up with Naruto under normal circumstances was an exercise in futility, and this was something else entirely. He wouldn't be surprised if the moron was secretly working for Ibiki.

 

It took less than two seconds for Naruto to appear at his side as he left the establishment.

 

“So~, ready to take me up on my offer then?” He was practically bouncing.

 

“No. I'm lea….” The rest of his reply was cut off when Naruto suddenly manhandled him up against the front of the building. His back hit the brickwork, and with an `oomph' the air was momentarily knocked from his lungs. He could feel the entire length of Naruto's body pressing against his and shaggy hair brushing against his cheek.

 

“I call bullshit,” a voice husked against the shell of his ear in the same tone he'd used last time this atrocity had occurred. The time he swore he'd never mention, would never happen again. But here they were, just like before, with Naruto overwhelming his personal space like he always did, being so blatantly direct and vulgar it was impossible to ignore him. Damn it!

 

Sasuke swallowed and clung to what little bit of reason he had left. “You really want to do this here? And since when do you bail on missions?”

 

Naruto leaned back just enough to look him in the face, his curious expression surprising Sasuke somewhat. “Well, it's no hokage's desk, that's for sure, but don't worry, I'll have you bent over one eventually.”

 

Sasuke launched forward intent on head butting him, but Naruto must've expected it. He jumped back, and using the momentum, pulled Sasuke the few steps around the corner of the building.

 

“And as for the mission, I think we'll still know when he leaves.” He was grinning again - Sasuke wondered if he had ever stopped - and grinding against him, and… “Fuck, Sasuke, don't say you don't want it, `cause you're so hard.”

 

His brain pretty much shut down at that. Naruto's hands were squeezing his ass pulling them together, loosening his belt, sliding under the fabric, calluses rough against his skin - but that was Naruto: rough, direct, demanding and yet easy.

 

It was infuriating how simple he always made things seem, like the “want you” groaned into his ear as if it were all the reason needed for such a complicated, absurd situation. Sasuke hated that he made him believe it.

 

“Stop thinking so much, bastard.” That was what he'd whispered up to him from between his legs last time. Funny his mind should bring that up right then when he really should be thinking more about the now.

 

He could distantly hear voices moving in and out of the bar, but that was all the consideration he gave them. Naruto was biting his ear and rubbing their cocks together, squeezing them together with a spit-covered hand, and Sasuke just didn't care.

 

It was hot, and it was simple, and Naruto was throwing his head back, biting his lip, bucking up against him without a care in the world. It made no fucking sense whatsoever. It made even less sense that Sasuke found himself muttering his own string of vulgarity.

 

“I..fuck! Yeah, right there… right there. Goddamn it!”

 

Naruto chuckled and bit Sasuke's lower lip before shoving his tongue in his mouth. Sasuke bit it out of principle but without the intended force, because white-hot bliss was spiraling up his spine and tearing him apart. He groaned into Naruto's mouth and held onto his ass for dear life as he rocked roughly against him.

 

A few moments later found him panting, head tipped back against the wall while Naruto leaned heavily against him. He could feel semen smearing across his stomach; it had to be on Naruto's jacket also. His teammate seemed to realize it, too, as he was staring down between them with a slight grimace. It only lasted a moment, though - Sasuke could practically see him mentally shrug it off - before Naruto had both hands planted on the wall behind Sasuke and was staring him down with a leer.

 

“So, when we get back to Konoha,” he began, his sleepy tone not quite making it to his eyes. “You gonna come by my place so I can give you a proper sexin'?” Then he brought a semen-covered finger - whose, he didn't know; most likely both of theirs - to his mouth and licked it off.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Sasuke saw someone walking away from the pub who may or may not have been the target - it was hard to tell with only a yellow street lamp lighting the walkway. As he quickly slipped under Naruto's arm, and with his back to him, began adjusting his clothes, he responded with a `hmph' but didn't say no.

 

End