{naruto}

While Sasuke was good at holding his liquor, Naruto was a tank. He grinned at the older man, who was glaring at an offending glass he couldn't force unto himself without gagging once it was halfway to his mouth.

Naruto had won and just to prove his point he poured himself a couple of fingers of Bailey's Irish Cream - picking it from the array of bottles around them - to nurse slowly as he watched Sasuke despising that he'd just gained some sort of upper hand in their dance, only to lose it immediately.

He quickly regretted his new drink when he attempted to stand up, though. "What did you pour in my drinks? Everclear?" he asked through a grin of drunk confusion. He was so obviously out of it, he was paying for his win heavily.

"I see how it is, you're just trying to get me all the drunk to so that you can take advantages," Words were failing Naruto, but the buzz of alcohol was mostly too pleasant for him to care for his blatant display of dizzy confusion at all.

Instead of replying, Sasuke simply giggled as he watched Naruto struggle with the bar counter he was gripping desperately while slowly lowering back onto the stool he'd unoccupied too quickly for his body to cooperate.

"Don't laugh at me! You're no better! Fuck you!"

Sasuke was drunk enough to let out a small grin at that, he leant in close, just because he could and whispered against the ear. "Soon enough."

Blue eyes looked up at Sasuke through blond wisps of spun gold hanging in his face. The look in those eyes was sinful. "Promises, promises."

Sasuke, unable to hold back when it came to temptation and this blond man, immediately took a hold of his chin and drew the face in against his, this time lips poised for a kiss. "Promises I intend to keep."

"Or you might wimp out like last time."

"I could if you want me to..." Sasuke's inquisition was clear. If you're not ready to kiss, I'll pretend I'm the one who isn't ready.

While that offer was rather valiant, it was also pointless. Naruto knew what he wanted now and when he wanted it.

And he wanted it now. He took a breath and pushed forward. Meeting the lips as he grabbed the shirt in front of him to hold Sasuke there. The kiss was nothing, barely a first time brushing of lips...

But then all of a sudden he wasn't holding onto the bar counter, he was sitting on it. A bunch of glasses had been shoved aside, squashed between his hip and a forest of liquors to his left.

His hands were gripping tight at the dark hair instead of a dark counter. His mouth was a hot tangle with a cavern of endless tastes and treasures. Somehow the meeting of their tongues was searing into his mind so very sharp.

Sasuke's hands left a heated trail from his waist, hips, then slipping up into the shirt at the base of Naruto's back.

Naruto pulled back ever so slightly, his lips wandering over Sasuke's left cheek as the hands danced up his back, making his back straighten with awareness.

"Hey, you were supposed to drink me under the table, not over it." Sasuke's hands stilled on Naruto, glazed black eyes locked on the neck in front of him. Seeming to deliberate on the possible feel of certain actions.

Naruto was content to let him do his calculations. His mind was spinning too much to focus on a single thought. Until a specific thought came to him, that, yes, those lips do feel great on my skin.

"I see a pattern...but hey, one more time and it might actually become a habit," Naruto muttered, his voice having dropped several octaves to come out sounding rather fucked and kind of drunk.

Sasuke took a moment, then he chuckled against the neck he'd taken to lavishing with attention. The memory of his tongue approaching his belly-button had been burned in both their memories, clearly. "Do you ever shut up?"

"You're just jealous that I have a talent for expressing myself better than you." Naruto rebutted then blinked at the man slotted between his legs, whose hands were wandering up his back again

Sasuke's eyes zeroed in on Naruto's lips when they twitched at the obviously attentive gaze. The alcohol had dulled the man's distancing persona, bringing his truer thoughts to the surface. It was easier to read his want, and his want was apparently Naruto at that very moment. Nothing else. Desire was something Naruto could understand, especially after that kiss. He too desired Sasuke.

The thought fanned to life and licked at him, running his throat dry and other parts full of blood. When was the last time a kiss had consumed him in a moment so much so that he didn't realise he'd been physically relocated?

Never. Never before.

Naruto leant away once the thought struck him, his lazy mind was unsure whether he was dizzy because he was drunk or because of the kiss. Sasuke followed him, his lips dropping to Naruto's neck, teeth scraping his collar bone, making Naruto inhale sharply.

He hadn't thought it'd be straight to fire with them. He didn't know straight-to-fire was a thing at all.

"Hey, Sasuke?" Naruto was feeling a coil of fear at how strong a reaction he was having to this man. This man who'd been so reluctant to admit he was interested. What if he would freak out about this when he's sober. But he had asked him out...

Sasuke hummed a questioning response, nudging Naruto's collar aside with his nose to continue his slow exploration, pressing hot lips downwards in no clear path.

"Do all kisses taste like fire?" Naruto asked, deciding to stall for time and make conversation to see how present Sasuke actually was. He felt the smile on the skin over his breastbone.

Sasuke's hand slid up his back, taking the shirt with it. His left hand curled around the back of Naruto's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, this one a slower embrace, less tongue, but with a bruising force behind it. As if to impress upon Naruto his own thoughts.

"This is how I wanted to kiss you earlier today. When I saw you at my door." His whisper was barely audible, but it had Naruto trying to grapple with this new burn of desire curling in his abdomen.

"No, seriously," Naruto rasped out, wrestling for breath, surely he would die with lack of oxygen because it evaporated whenever Sasuke did anything remotely attractive. "What did you put in my drink?"

Sasuke chuckled. "This isn't the drink, Naruto. This is us."

He then pulled Naruto's lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it.

Naruto's dark green shirt was now hanging off his neck like an infinity scarf. His breath was stilted on inhales, his hands hadn't moved from the soft black hair in his hands and they'd tighten every now and then. Muscles tensing, being forced to relax and tensing on their own.

Sasuke looked him in the eyes through his lashes as he slowly pulled back, dragging the lower lip out to a stretch and then letting it go.

"How come?" Naruto's blue eyes were lit with more curious now than the swimming doubt. He dipped his head, stealing a kiss of his own. He used his hands to keep Sasuke's face exactly where he wanted it, moving slow and experimentally. Not fire but a flicker of fairy lights in a dark room.

Sasuke smiled into the liplock, he could feel the blatant, yet hesitant and searching interest in the kiss and he wouldn't be wrong in saying, "Probably our chemistry."

"I've had chemistry. This isn't just chemistry." Naruto said softly, his eyebrows drawn together in thoughtfulness.

Sasuke let him ponder that as he let his lips wander down his jaw, lightly nudging his head to lean away, making space for his lips to roam the neck he definitely liked a lot. But the second he let his lips lock on the pulse point and suck he was pulled away by the hair at the back of his head. He scowled in displeasure, it felt stark against the pleasure of the moments before and the hoped pleasure to come. "What the--"

"Sorry man, but you gotta buy me dinner first. I'm simple, not easy. There's a difference"

Sasuke didn't want to smile but he did anyway. A question in his gaze again. Naruto had noticed that he'd always looked with a questioning gaze. But for now, he'd give Sasuke the time to form the questions he wanted to ask. Naruto had already signalled that he was generously receptive to questions.

"But tell you what, if I have to have a few hickeys for a scene you can definitely be the one to administer them."

Sasuke frowned, refusing to compromise on the hickey. It was a detail Naruto never argued against before, but now that his everyday appearance mattered to a cast and crew of people. It meant two things; no more bites and no more fights.

Sasuke made it clear that Naruto was not escaping this, though. The furrow in his brows a distinct mark that he was also probably sulking about the date he'd tried to orchestrate and lost to the blond.

Sasuke's pleasure at being around Naruto, and his want to make sure this newly established whatever was his to keep, was evident in the wake of the alcohol-induced barrier-breaking. This sudden streak of possessiveness was clear on his face.

Naruto blinked a few times then grabbed Sasuke's face, pushing the cheeks in with the tight hold and making the lips purse exaggeratedly. Naruto chuckled. "Use your words, Uchiha."

Sasuke looked all over his face with another question in his eyes. Then he was attacking Naruto's mouth again. A bringing back of the kind of breathless attraction from before. It flashed across his mind that this was the kind of attraction it'd be so very stupid to let get away.

"I thought someone as controlled as you would want to resist temptations." Naruto offered, trying to put a smothering blanket on their fire. A call to Sasuke's sanity.

"If you're the forbidden fruit. I'll live with my choice, because whatever the price, it'll be well-worth the taste of the fruit." His reply was fluid and didn't miss a beat. Sasuke was getting good at handling the curveballs Naruto was pitching. He made sure the blanket Naruto was putting down was eaten in the raging flames.

Naruto let a long pause linger as he searched the want in Sasuke's face. No hint of embarrassment, just naked truth. Unlike Sasuke with Naruto, Naruto was finding it easier every day to read Sasuke, whether with or without alcohol - although this bit helped too.

It didn't take long to realise Sasuke was rather earnest. Naruto felt his cheeks flushes with warmth, embarrassment and excitement, and an undercurrent of desire danced within him.

Unable to handle the blatant truth in front of him, he looked away. He couldn't possibly lie to himself about what Sasuke wanted from him. It wasn't purely physical. It was very much emotional and mental as well.

"You are blushing like a bride," Sasuke said as his teeth ghosted over the flushing cheek.

"Shut up." Naruto groused in residual embarrassment. "You suck at this."

"Talking?"

"Dating!" Naruto shoved lightly at Sasuke's face, but he simply came back, letting his mouth wander lower. Nibbling and kissing and sucking at various places.

"So we're dating now?" He mumbled at a deliciously reddened spot over a rib.

Naruto took a shaky breath at Sasuke having his own little mouth trip over his abs. "You're the one to ask me out. Or are you so lost in me that you forgot?"

Sasuke's replying smirk actually gritted at Naruto's unflappable feathers. How dare he be so chill while he's being so obviously...?

"How drunk are you?" He asked finally.

"Not too drunk to stand." Sasuke bit at Naruto's waist and the blond pulled at the man whose hands were now at his lower back, a couple of fingers hooked in belt loops at the back.

"How would you know? You haven't tried."

"I was able to hoist you onto the counter." Grazing teeth leaving a tingling trail up to his left pectoral.

"So that's how I got here?!"

"How drunk are you?" Sasuke pulled back all of a sudden, holding onto Naruto's thighs so he didn't fall backwards off his stool.

"If we were on an aeroplane I'd need an airsickness bag...or three."

"You don't seem very drunk."

Naruto was silent for a long minute, his reply then came at a slightly higher pitch. "I'm an actor, Sasuke, it's actually my job to look things I'm not. It's how I feed myself!"

Sasuke's jaw fell open.

"...I'm smashed to bits, Sasuke. I couldn't tell you my address even if you turned it into a fill in the blanks or an MCQ. I can see two, no, three of you right now. One at the door..."

"Oh, I'm not Sasuke." A new voice offered in an amused tone.

Sasuke spun around so fast on his stool that he overshot, almost doing a 270° turn instead of 180°. "Shisui!"

Naruto simply shrugged and distractedly started nibbling on the last remaining peanuts. Letting the pleasant feeling of having a body that was being very appreciated lull him a bit while his mind raced, going over everything the last few hours had changed in his life.