Sasuke has never been so sweaty in his entire fucking life. For the umpteenth time, he wipes his clammy hands on his trousers. His hands shake as he reaches for the doorknob to room 656. Naruto's old dorm. Neji's current.

His fingertips touch the cold metal, but he jerks his hand back as if it burned him.

Why am I so nervous?! He curses himself as he backs away from the door. He clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth together run the process.

Sasuke has never been nervous. Always did everything with grace, confidence, and swagger. Now, he wonders why his mojo disappeared.

With eyes closed, he reaches for the doorknob again, clutching the handle even though it hurt to do so.

"N-Neji?" He calls out while pushing the door open.

Sasuke pokes his head in, finding Neji's body sprawled across his bed.

Sleeping? With your door unlocked?

Sasuke steps inside. "Neji."

He creeps over to Neji, poking his shoulder. "Hey! Neji! Wake up!"

Neji groans, opens one eye, glares, and turns to the other side. "Sasuke piss off. If you're looking for a quick fuck go find Kiba."

Sasuke huffs, rolling his shoulders back. "I'm not looking to have sex with you. I'm here to apologize."

Neji instantly sits up, a look of surprise and awe on his face. "Apologize?"

"Yes."

Neji laughs, a cruel glint in his eyes. "You? Apologize? What? That little cretin dump you or something and you want me back?"

"N-No. I just-"

"Lee loves me, so I have that going for me," Neji says in a matter-of-fact tone. "And I'm pretty sure he loves me for me and doesn't want to use me as a cum dumpster."

Sasuke winces and sucks his teeth. "I'm sorry for using you and leading you on."

Neji scoffs. "Say it on your knees, and maybe I'll forgive you."

Sasuke's eye twitches, but he slowly rests one knee to the floor followed by the other.

"Wait, really?!" Neji gasps with a laugh. "Let me get my camera!"

Neji scours for his phone, finding it beneath his pillow. With a quick swipe and tap of his finger, he had the camera pointed towards Sasuke.

Sasuke gazes at the camera, holding back a fearsome glare, and repeats his apology.

Once Sasuke is done, he sees Neji's haughty smirk from behind his phone.

"Ah, well, I guess I can forgive you," Neji hums, saving the video for later. Sasuke senses a caveat weaved between Neji's words. "But only on one condition."

There it is. Sasuke mentally sighs as he stands up. He was always so high maintenance.

"You leave Naruto alone. Your little sex game ends with me, and you pretend as if I'm the one that got away." Neji smiles, but it's a fake smile.

"I... I can't do that," Sasuke says, wincing once Neji frowns. "I love Naruto."

Neji stifles a cruel laugh. "Really?" He says incredulously. "You? Actually loving someone?"

Finally, the hearty, cruel laugh escapes from Neji's throat, and it seems to shame and discourage Sasuke. "C'mon Sasu, you and me both know you can't love anyone. It's just not in you."

The words slice at Sasuke's heart, and the Uchiha bites his lip. "I-"

Neji holds up his hand, stopping Sasuke from saying anything further. "Save it. I don't care."

Sasuke hangs his head. The pain in his chest grows and spreads throughout his body, leaving his insides cold and numb.

"One last thing Sasu," Neji says, twirling a long brown strand around his finger.

"What is it?" Sasuke snaps. His patience is running thin.

"I need you to kiss me," Neji hums.

"No," Sasuke says it in an instant.

"I just need to know if I still love you," Neji sighs. His big round eyes stare into Sasuke's cold black ones. "With Lee wanting to date me and all, I just need to know if I'm ready... Ya know. I don't want to mess this one up."

Sasuke groans and gives Neji a quick peck on the lips.

"No," Neji protests. "Like you used to. Like how you kissed me when we were together."

"I don't want to do this."

"And I need closure!"

Sasuke closes his eyes, hoping Naruto will never find out about this.

"If I do this, will you leave Naruto alone?" Sasuke asks.

"No. This is for me, not for him."

Sasuke's eyes snap open and narrow into a glare. "Then fuck your closure."

He storms out of the room to continue his quest of forgiveness, but on his way out, he hears a pouty "Whatever" from Neji.

...

Gaara. Is. Pissed.

Why? Cause with each passing day, Sasuke creeps closer and closer to Naruto. And that little idiot allows the pervert to get closer to him.

Don't confuse shit, though. Gaara isn't in love with Naruto, just overprotective of him. He knows Sasuke. He knows about the things he did. He knows about the cheating, the ruined reputations, the drama, and most importantly, the sex. He knows about it all.

Gaara doesn't want Naruto involved with any of that messed up shit. It's Sasuke's fault for the whole Kiba incident, the entire Neji incident and anything horrible coming in the future.

Gaara stops in front of Naruto's dorm and pounds on the door. The door rattles with each knock.

From inside, Gaara hears, "I swear to GOD Sasuke! I don't care about your stupid little-!"

The door swings open and before Gaara is Sai. Sai's anger reverts into black slate, his gaze focused on Gaara's face.

"Oh, it's you," Sai scoffs. "What do you want?"

"Naruto."

Sai shifts his weight to one hip and crosses his arms over his chest. He grumbles as he looks to the ground, "All you doms want Naruto when a delicious looking brat is right here."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing! He's with Itachi, sorry not sorry," Sai shrugs with a hum. "Probably getting his ass blown out as we speak."

Gaara runs his hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he tries to think of a plan. "Look, I don't want Naruto anywhere near Sasuke, so, keep him busy while this love thing wears off on Sasuke."

Sai giggles, a coy smile on his face. "What? Don't believe in love?"

Gaara grunts, preferring not to answer.

"Okay, whatever, don't answer me," Sai pouts. "I'll go along with your plan, just because I like to see that little fuck miserable."

"Thanks, I guess," Gaara says. He turns to leave but swivels back around. "Oh, and if you're ever looking to be fucked senseless, uh, just hit me up, brat."

A rosy color tints Sai's cheeks as Gaara strolls back down the hallway.

...

A/N: UH. Smut, 39. Okay? ILYSM bye.

*I think of Rickey Thompson whenever I write about Sai lol.