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What Happens in Vegas…

Why, why(?!?) did Itachi have to have his bachelor party in goddamn Las Vegas of all places? Sin City itself. It’s so incredibly cliche, Sasuke can’t help but physically eye roll as he pulls up to the over-the-top, glitzy Ceasar’s Palace where a large penthouse suite has been booked out for the groomsmen to spend a long weekend. This is so not Itachi’s vibe. Sasuke is convinced that Itachi’s best man, best friend, and their overly-enthusiastic cousin, Shisui, is behind this hair-brained plan. Shisui already gave Sasuke the “You’re in your twenties and need to have more fun talk” concerning this weekend. Realistically, neither of the Uchiha brothers would be caught dead in a place like this otherwise. If Sasuke wants bad, overpriced drinks, he can get those back home. He doesn’t need to travel to Vegas for that. 

He can’t help but roll his eyes again as his mind wanders to all of the stupid, “The Hangover”-esque shit Shisui most likely has planned for the weekend. All of the typical stuff that Sasuke would rather pull his own teeth out than participate in. Getting a spontaneous tattoo is not on his agenda, getting blackout drunk on overpriced table service at some cheap club is not exactly his idea of fun, and going to a strip club sounds like fucking torture. Don’t even get him started on acquiring a baby while blackout drunk. And there’s the hordes of tourists blowing all their savings in the flashy casinos and gorging themselves on expensive food at celebrity restaurants. Dear god…

Plus, it’s hot as fuck out in this dry, desolate desert. Whose idea was it to build a degenerate’s paradise out in the fucking desert of all places? At least this hotel has a pool. Although, it will probably be packed full of people. He saw online that the pools, especially the 21+ pools (that would be void of children, which Sasuke personally prefers), host parties with DJs and shit all the goddamn time (which Sasuke does not prefer). 

Yes, this weekend is going to be torture. It will probably be torture for Itachi too, though. Sasuke smiles at that. Itachi is kind, but terribly introverted. His idea of a good time is drinking tea, reading a book, and maybe going for a walk in the park. So why he gave the greenlight to a bachelor blow-out in Vegas is a mystery to Sasuke. There has to be peer pressure from Shisui and Obito. The two wild cousins of the Uchiha brothers always bring trouble. Kakashi and Tenzou would never have suggested this type of party, both of them being low-key like the groom-to-be. 

Sasuke pulls the rental car into the portico and stops by the front door, taking a moment to bang his head on the hard, leather-covered steering wheel. Yes, this weekend is going to be fucking torture.  

“Suckers, all just a bunch of fucking suckers,” Shikamaru states, lighting a new cigarette as he approaches his group of friends handing out by the Bellagio Fountains. Naruto takes another drag of his cigarette and smiles at his low-energy friend.

“Get a good haul?” Kiba, his tall, roguish looking friend asks with a smirk, leaning against the stone railing of the overlook. Hinata giggles next to him.

“You have no idea. It’s so easy to swipe shit from these idiots. They are too entranced by all the stupid shit to even notice their wallet’s missing,” Shikamaru replies with a smirk, leaning with his back to the fountain beside Kiba. 

“Neji texted me back, saying he can get us in a spare room if we happen to pick someone up…” Hinata says quietly, glancing over to Naruto from where she is watching the fountains dance much to the amusement of the unaware tourists flocking around them. The blonde lets out a laugh and stares into the hot desert sun, feeling the warmth radiate the tanned skin on his face. 

“Perfect. I’ll be on the lookout for some rich idiot,” he says, taking another drag of his cigarette. Naruto and his group of friends grew up in Las Vegas and have been coming to the strip to steal from tourists since they were teens. Coming from the rougher side of town, they found out at an early age that a pretty large profit could be made from swiping wallets from unsuspecting visitors to the city. Often so distracted by the ridiculous spectacle of the strip, they hardly notice anything happening around them. At this point, the group has their methods down to an art. 

Naruto has a pretty hard time feeling bad about it. These people clearly have enough money to take a vacation. Not to mention how many of them blow it on gambling. Naruto and his friends have never had enough money to go on trips. Naruto has hardly ever left the state and has never been on vacation in his life. Yes, it’s hard to feel bad when the only opportunity he has ever had to go anywhere came from traveling for sports in high school, days that have long since passed. 

Not that he needs to go anywhere to get a thrill, not since he found a new source of excitement in life. They all have. Naruto doesn’t feel sorry for himself, despite his circumstances. Stealing some money helps pay rent, but above all, it’s fun . It’s way more entertaining than his actual day job. It’s especially fun to get some self-satisfaction out of the deal as well. The adrenaline rush is addicting. 

While Shikamaru mostly sticks to slyly pickpocketing off of people in the public, Naruto, Hinata, and Kiba often prefer to take a more exciting approach. Find some rich looking drunk idiot, get them to take you back to their hotel room, have a good romp, and then take anything worthwhile. It’s become a game for the three of them. Hinata has perfected the innocent girl act from her youth, and her perfect, ethereal looks bring just about every straight guy in the vicinity to their knees. Kiba is charming and rowdy, often going for the drunk-off-their-ass bachelorette crews. Naruto isn’t picky, he likes pretty and unaware, boy or girl. He doesn’t discriminate. 

Sometimes though, tourists don’t want to go back to their own room, so the crew has worked out a deal with Hinata’s cousin, Neji, a high-level manager at Ceasar’s Palace, who will allow them access to a spare room. Of course, he always gets a cut of the earnings due to his gracious contribution to the scheme. It’s perfect, the room number is usually always different, and no name is on the reservation so there is no one to track when people realize their cash is missing. 

Really, Naruto considers himself lucky to be from Las Vegas. It would be one thing to be broke and from the wrong side of town in any other, boring American city. Las Vegas at least has entertainment, both in the legal and illegal sense. The fountains continue to dance behind Shika and Kiba, the crowd “ooh-ing” around the group. It’s Friday night, the young, wealthy weekend partiers from LA should be arriving any minute. 

Sasuke stands stunned in the hall of one of the exclusive floors of Caesar’s Palace, looking into the doorway at the ridiculously lavish suite Shisui no doubt picked out. He never thought the day would come when a very drunk Itachi would fling the door open to a hotel room in Vegas. 

“A…aniki, are you drunk?” Sasuke is stunned, frozen in the doorway, taking in the man in front of him. Usually Itachi is cool, calm, and collected. Right now he is swaying with a big goofy grin and his hair literally down. Who is this and what have you done to my brother?  

“Sasuke! Welcome to the party!” Shisui yells, coming into view and sloppily throwing an arm around Itachi. “Before you enter you have to make a promise, alright?” Sasuke just rolls his eyes for the hundredth time this weekend already. 

“Sure, whatever.”

“You have to promise to pull out that stick you have shoved up your ass and not be a killjoy this weekend. We are all here to have fun before Itachi is a married man! Got it?”

Another annoying, drunk Uchiha enters the entryway of the suite. 

“Sasuke probably would like to have something stuck up his ass,” Obito stupidly laughs. Sasuke can only imagine burning alive is more fun than this weekend is going to be. 

“Obito! Don’t knock it till you try it! I’m sure Sasuke can have a good time in the right circumstances,” Shisui remarks, pulling Itachi and himself out of the way so Sasuke can make his way inside. Shisui’s not wrong, Sasuke can have a good time in the right circumstances. This just happens to not be it. “Sasuke, what would you like to drink? We have a ton of shit up here and access to the full bar downstairs. Anything can be made and brought up if we don’t have it here.”

“Umm, a vodka Red Bull is fine,” Sasuke moves his things into the room, shutting the gilded doors behind him. “Where am I staying this weekend?” 

“There’s enough rooms for you to have your own if you would like. I know how you like having your private time,” Itachi says, his usually intelligent eyes a little glazed over. “There’s one free down at the end of that hall.” He points down a long, white and golden hallway. The whole decor of the penthouse suite is a strange mix of modern and updated with slightly tacky ‘ancient Greece’ accents. The furniture is relatively sleek, but there’s random vases and molding on the walls that read more ‘interpretive Greek architecture.’ It’s so gaudy. So Vegas. 

Music is blaring from the living space of the penthouse suite, so loud it can still be heard as Sasuke closes the door to his room. Leaning against the door, he takes deep breaths to center himself. His usually calm and thoughtful older brother is drunk off his ass. Shisui and Obito are being wild (as usual). He hasn’t even seen Kakashi or Tenzou yet. Hopefully they won’t drive him up a wall this weekend. Itachi better fucking appreciate him making an appearance at this god-forsaken bachelor party from hell.

Naruto stomps out his cigarette under his worn sneaker before entering the extravagant Cosmopolitan behind Hinata. The glitzy lights and sleek interior design always attract a particularly flashy crowd. His friends noticed a convoy of Teslas, Mercedes, and BMWs cruising into town as evening began to come. It’s showtime. 

Making their way to the chandelier bar, Naruto orders some swanky drink that costs more than it reasonably should, fixes up his hair in the front facing camera on his phone, and waits. Evening has fallen on the strip, but it is not late enough for everyone to go clubbing yet. Right now, people are hitting up bars and restaurants. Shika is probably having a field day. Kiba got picked up almost immediately outside of the Mandalay Bay by a small group of giggling bridesmaids. He followed them to the pool with a smug smirk and a wave. 

Hinata chats about her family drama as they wait for groups to begin flocking on the famous bar. Subtly, they both are checking out the crowds, seeing if anyone catches their attention, or if they have caught anyone’s attention. Hinata suddenly stops talking, light eyes being drawn across the bar.

“Naruto, there’s a girl checking you out, nine o’clock, give her a smile and I think she’s yours,” Hinata says while still making it look like they are just two strangers chatting at the bar. Naruto turns to his left, raking the crowd before they land on a blonde girl with bangs staring at him with a small smile. She’s with a group of about four other girls all dressed in little, sparkly party dresses around a table. It’s a good catch so early in the night. Early enough to even try and find someone else, or go hang out with Shika roaming the Strip. 

Naruto gives her his signature “killer sunshine smile,” blue eyes obviously checking her out. The more obvious he is the better, making interest known. The blonde girl giggles behind her hand and looks away for a moment, only to almost immediately glance back in the direction of the bar. Oh, this is going to be too easy. 

“Fuck you,” Hinata laughs in her soft voice. “Well, are you going to go in for the kill?” Pale eyes glance back over to where the girl is giggling and whispering with her friends in the direction of where they are seated at the bar. Naruto turns back to the bar and finishes off his sugary drink. 

“Let’s give it two, maybe three minutes, just a few more glances…” His bright blue eyes briefly meet the deep violet of the blonde across the room. Almost there… “...and I won’t have to.”

Hinata rolls her eyes with a smile, and continues to scan the bar for a potential victim while sipping on her drink. True to Naruto’s prediction, only a few more moments pass before the blonde girl separates from her group to make her way over to the bar. Naruto just looks straight ahead, making sure to not pay her attention. Yet. 

“Hey, I saw you looking at me a few moments ago,” the blonde girl simpers, moving to stand near the barstool Naruto is occupying, forearms resting on the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, Naruto notices five Cartier Love bracelets on her thin wrist. Instead of suppressing the smirk that grows on his face, knowing he may have found a good one, he decided to use it to his advantage. 

“Well, it’s hard to ignore a really pretty girl,” he simply responds, looking to her, turning on the charm. She smiles bashfully and moves in closer.

“I’m Shion,” she says, fluttering her long, dark eyelashes at him.

“Nice to meet you Shion, I’m Menma. Would you like a drink?” Sunshine smile. She noticeably swoons. Oh yeah, Naruto’s got this one in the bag. 

Yep, this is the last place on the fucking planet Sasuke wants to be right now. Shisui decided after some heavy day drinking that the first activity the group will participate in is visiting a gentlemen’s club. It’s a strip club. It’s a fucking strip club. 

Itachi looks confused, mumbling about how Izumi is going to kill him if she ever finds out, but still watches all the girls dance on the elevated stage in front of where the group is sitting, mesmerized. Shisui and Obito are going wild, stuffing crisp bills into stripper’s thongs enthusiastically. Poor, innocent Tenzou looks fucking terrified. Kakashi just looks amused from behind the strip club’s pamphlet. What kind of strip club has pamphlets? Sasuke is equal parts pissed and horrified. This is truly the last place he wants to be. 

Especially since two dancers in particular, one with pink hair and one blonde, won’t leave him alone. If the two girls think they are getting a single dollar bill out of him, they are going to be sorely disappointed. It almost seems like they are fighting for his attention. It’s annoying , above all. 

“Sasuke, you sure are popular tonight! Share some for the rest of us!” Shisui jokes, a big, drunk smile on his face. Sasuke wants to disappear. 

“You can have them,” he says as the pink haired one approaches him, sliding off the elevated platform in front of their table. 

“Hey there,” she says in what Sasuke can only assume is her attempt at a sultry tone. “Having fun tonight?”

“Not really,” Sasuke bluntly replies, crossing his arms. She just moves closer to him.

“That’s too bad. Maybe I can make it better?” She leans down to his eye level, giving Sasuke a view of her cleavage. He’s sure this kind of attention would be very exciting to someone like Shisui or Obito. However, Sasuke is not them and desperately wants to leave, but also promised to not ruin his brother’s bachelor party. 

“I don’t think you can.”

“Really?” the pink girl pouts, reaching out to put a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder. It takes all of his self control to not aggressively shove her hand off of him. “You know, I usually charge extra for some alone time, but for you I might make an exception…” She gives him a sly smile that would no doubt melt the heart of a lesser man, like Shisui. Glancing in Shisui’s direction, the blonde previously fighting for Sasuke’s attention has moved over to where the idiot is panting over the half-naked girls. Shisui looks totally enamored. Itachi might not be the only one getting hitched in the near future…

“So, what do you say?” Sasuke’s attention goes back to the almost-naked girl seductively swaying to the booming music in front of him. 

“No thank you,” he tries to politely decline. She pouts again. 

“Awww, why not, handsome?” Pinky reaches up to lightly caress Sasuke’s face with her finger. Sasuke has to suppress a shudder, not in pleasure, but deep discomfort. 

“I have to take a phone call,” Sasuke says suddenly while standing, desperate to get the hell away from the pink stripper and his stupid, stupid relatives. 

Of course, he doesn’t make it far on his journey to the exit of the club before Obito’s loud voice is yelling for him. “Sas! Where the fuck are you going? The hotties are this way!” 

The desert air outside the club isn’t exactly refreshing. There’s a lingering haze of cigarette smoke, but at least it is cooler now than it was earlier that day. Sasuke leans against the bright blue cinderblock of the club’s exterior, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. 

“Hey, mind if I join you?” Tenzou’s voice appears beside Sasuke. Sasuke nods. Tenzou is at least bearable, admittedly this isn’t really his scene either. “It’s pretty… intense… in there.” 

“That’s one way to put it,” Sasuke scoffs, before remembering he’s supposed to be in a good mood. “Who would have thought Itachi Uchiha would be caught dead in a strip club?” The observation causes Tenzou to laugh, visibly calming down. 

“I know right, I never thought I would live to see the day you and Kakashi blessed one with your presence either,” Tenzou remarks. Sasuke just sighs and tries to force at the very least a neutral expression despite being overwhelmed and pissed off. 

“Please, Kakashi probably secretly loves it. It’s his stupid smut novels playing out before his very eyes.” They laugh lightly at Kakashi’s expense. 

“I’m sure not everything we do will be like this, just have to let your cousins get it out of their system,” 

“You’re probably right. I have no doubts that Shisui and Obito have had this all planned for years, just waiting for someone they know to get married as an excuse to act like idiots in Vegas.”

“I don’t think they need a bachelor party or Vegas as an excuse to act like idiots,” Tenzou jokes, leaning against the cinder block wall covered in chipping blue paint. His joke gets a genuine laugh out of Sasuke. Tension escapes his body as he actually laughs. Really, this whole situation is laughable. Maybe Sasuke had the wrong outlook going into this weekend. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all. 

Naruto makes his way out of the Cosmopolitan hotel feeling thoroughly satisfied in multiple ways. His brand-new Cartier Love bracelets catch in the flashing lights of the hotel’s casino from where they dangle on his tan wrist. Of course, he didn’t just make it out with five new bracelets, his wallet is also considerably fatter than it was prior to his visit to the suite Shion and her friends are staying in over the weekend. 

Poor Shion, she really does seem like a nice girl. Decent enough lay, but the real score of the night was the jackpot in her shared room. There was expensive shit everywhere! Naruto took his time after she passed out to pick some nice items and swipe a good bit of the cash before leaving the blonde girl behind. 

That pleasurable fizzle rushes through his veins the closer to the exit he gets. The thrill of getting away with these heists is almost better than the sex. Scratch that, a good bit of the time it is better than the sex. It’s a shame that all the money in the world can’t make some people talented in the bedroom. At least he has several hundred dollars and some new friendship bracelets for his group to make up for it, he smiles to himself. 

Checking the time on his phone, Naruto strategizes for the rest of the night. It’s only around nine now, still early. Kiba is probably gone for the night, and Naruto left before Hinata so it’s difficult to get a read on what she’s up to. Well, he has a good idea of what she’s up to. Hinata usually gets what she wants. Whatever he decides to do, it’s probably best to avoid the Cosmo for the next few nights. The sleep medication he slipped into her water after sex only lasts about forty five minutes, and it doesn’t necessarily erase the memory of the person, it just puts them into a deep sleep. They want to rob people, not totally mess them up. 

Deciding the best course of action is to meet up with Shika, Naruto pulls up his contact and hits “call” as he leaves the glitzy hotel.

“Well?” Shikamaru answers after two rings. Naruto laughs at his bluntness. 

“Got a pretty good haul, and the sex wasn’t half bad either,” Naruto replies with a smile, pulling out a cigarette. 

“Are you going to try and find another unsuspecting victim?”

Naruto laughs, “No, I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow night. Where are you at?” 

“People watching at Excalibur. Hinata texted me about thirty minutes ago asking for me to wait for her. Decided this would be a funny place to hang out, so far I haven’t been disappointed.” 

In response to Shikamaru’s location, Naruto changes direction on the sidewalk and heads in the direction of the big, campy castle. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, the sidewalks are packed.” 

“That’s Friday night in Vegas for you. See you soon.”

A good night’s rest in his ridiculously lavish private room is exactly what Sasuke needed. The bed is soft and plush, the pillows perfectly firm…

“Sasuke! Get your ass up! We're going to get breakfast and then hit the pool!” Shisui’s overenthusiastic voice calls from the other side of the door. Sasuke’s head flops into his pillow, hoping to suffocate so he doesn’t have to continue on with any more bachelor party activities. Last night was utterly exhausting. After leaving the strip club at 2am, the group made their way back to Caesars Palace’s vast casino. Of course, Shisui and Obito began blowing money left and right, dragging the rest of the group along. Although, getting to play some card games with the group was pretty fun. And it’s not like money is a problem for the Uchiha family. Itachi, Kakashi, and Sasuke got pretty into their games of blackjack. 

The killer is that they didn’t roll into the room until four that morning. Entirely too late in Sasuke’s opinion. Despite his feelings last night, hopefully he isn’t totally ruining Itachi’s weekend. 

“Sas! C’mon!” a loud voice yells from down the hall. Jesus Christ… Sasuke gets up to embrace the day, taking a moment to breathe deeply and encourage himself. This is all for his brother, who he loves. Breathe in. Itachi deserves to have a good time. Breathe out. It’s just going to the pool anyway, how bad can it be?

Sasuke seriously needs to stop asking the universe that question. After the group stuffed themselves at an overpriced buffet for breakfast, which was hardly breakfast at all since it was at one thirty, they headed to the “Garden of the Gods” ( eyeroll ) pool. At least it’s adult only, so no screaming toddlers are around to annoy Sasuke. On the other hand, there is a very loud pool party taking place. 

Which is why, at the moment, Sasuke is sitting stiffly in the corner of a “private cabana” Shisui had booked for them. It hardly feels private though as it seems half of the people at the pool are flocked around them. Of course, Shisui handing out free drinks to everyone doesn’t help. 

Spastic electronic music plays loudly as everyone dances and drinks and splashes and frolics and Sasuke needs a break. Looking around at the other members of his group, it’s clear they are all too occupied with their own tasks, Kakashi and Tenzou are reading closer to the pool, Obito and Shisui are partying, and Itachi seems to already be too drunk to know what’s going on, but doesn’t seem miserable like Sasuke is. 

Heading out from the cabana, Sasuke immediately crashes into someone. 

“Woah, sorry,” Sasuke says, looking up to offer an apology only to be met with the prettiest smile he has ever seen. A tanned hand reaches out to steady him.

“Hey, no biggie!” the stranger says in a deliciously raspy voice, meeting Sasuke’s eyes with the brightest blue. Holy shit. Why get lost in the crowd when Sasuke could just get lost in this guy’s eyes. It’s difficult to think when Sasuke is suddenly aware that the guy in front of him has to be one of the Greek gods this stupid hotel is modeled after. 

It’s impossible to not quickly check him out. Sun-bleached, wild blonde hair, handsome face, gorgeous smile, an even tan that suggests he is actually thriving in the desert sun, and a body built like god. He has some light muscle definition, but not in a bulky way, in a lean way. A way that suggests effort, but not too much effort. Everything about this guy gives off “effortless.” 

“Are you okay?” Greek god guy asks, concern coloring his expression. Sasuke can feel warmth beginning to bloom on his cheeks and unfortunately it’s not from a spontaneous sunburn. 

“Yeah, sorry,” Sasuke immediately looks away, suddenly finding a potted plant just over blondie’s left shoulder immensely interesting. 

“Alright, as long as you’re good. Make sure to drink some water, it’s easy to get dehydrated in the dry heat. Especially when alcohol’s involved,” he says with another blinding sunshine smile and a wink. A fucking wink. “See you around?” The blonde says before walking off to join two guys who watched the whole altercation. Sasuke just stands there stupidly for several minutes before finally deciding he needs to cool off and fast. The heat is clearly getting to him.

Thanks to Neji, Naruto’s friend group is often offered access to the Caesar’s Palace pools and parties that are usually reserved for guests. Usually they’re  a pretty good time and it’s nice to cool off in the intense heat of the day. Naruto likes a good party, so when Hinata hit up the group offering access to the pool party it was difficult to refuse. 

So far, the party has been very worthwhile. Some rich guys in a private cabana decided to make the cabana decidedly less private by inviting just about everyone at the pool over for free drinks. As his friend group innocently makes their way over to the crowd, Naruto notices Hinata carefully taking in the scene. It’s clearly a bachelor party and money must be no object. While they aren’t at the party looking for targets, it doesn’t hurt to investigate should one present itself. Plus, who’s going to turn down free drinks? 

Kiba and Shika go for the free drinks while Hinata strategically introduces herself to the apparent ringleader of the group. It’s a tall, loud guy with dark curly hair. It’s obvious when she turns on the charm, anyone can see hearts forming in the poor guy’s eyes as Hinata flirts with him. There’s quite a few guys with similar features to the guy falling into Hinata’s trap—dark hair, pale skin. It’s clear these guys are rolling in money based on what they are wearing and how much they’re spending. Maybe Naruto should try his luck with one of them too…?

“Naruto, we’re going to head to the pool, coming?” Kiba calls from the cabana entrance. 

“Yeah, be right there,” Naruto calls, committing to memory who he assumes are the members of the bachelor party one last time. Heading back to his group of friends, already deep in thought of how to turn this situation to his advantage, Naruto runs straight into another guy leaving the cabana. 

“Woah, sorry,” the other guy says. Naruto turns to look at him, a hand reaching out to steady the other person on instinct.

“Hey, no biggie!” Naruto smiles at him, finally getting a good look at the man and holy shit. Suddenly finding himself lost in sharp, deep brown eyes. It’s nearly impossible to break eye contact, but somehow Naruto manages to. Quickly, Naruto scans the person he bumped into. Holy hell . This guy must be related to the others giving away the free drinks, the dark hair contrasting flawless pale skin gives it away. Well, he kind of looks like them, except he’s perfect. The annoyed scowl on his gorgeous face only makes him more attractive somehow. Naruto can feel sharp eyes checking him out, but isn’t bothered in the slightest. In fact, his stomach flutters a little. Butterflies? Naruto can’t remember ever getting butterflies from someone just looking at him. He hardly feels chills from anyone anymore. And yet, this tall, dark, and handsome guy at the pool has Naruto questioning his entire life. He’s totally entranced. Get it together! 

“Are you okay?” Naruto manages to say, feeling frozen on the spot by the insanely hot guy he bumped into. Heat colors the porcelain, high cheeks and Naruto can’t help but feel a little cocky that someone this attractive seems to be flustered in his presence. 

“Yeah, sorry,” Hottie chokes out, looking away. Peeking out of his hair, the tips of his ears are red too. Soooo cute. It’s decided, Naruto has to get with him. Maybe not at this exact moment, but before Hottie skips town. This has nothing to do with swiping some cash and everything to do with the immense attraction Naruto genuinely feels. He has to be careful though, it’s best to not come on too strong.

“Alright, as long as you’re good. Make sure to drink some water, it’s easy to get dehydrated in the dry heat. Especially when alcohol’s involved,” Naruto seals the deal with his sunshine smile and impulsively winks. “See you around?” There. The seed is planted. Now Naruto just has to very carefully ensure they run into each other later. The good news is that he at least now knows where Hottie is staying. Naruto turns to meet up with his friends, forcing himself to not look back for one last look. 

“Slightly emo hot guy is seriously checking you out,” Kiba says with a laugh. Naruto just smirks in response.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Where’s Hinata?” Naruto says, looking around the pool area.

“Where else? She’s got her claws in another stupid guy who thinks with his dick,” Shikamaru says, gesturing to the cabana they just left where the loud, curly headed guy is giving her googly eyes. 

“So, going to chase after Prince Charming?” Kiba asks with a slightly feral smirk. Naruto just smiles and shakes his head. Best to play it cool for now. That’s what he’s always done and it hasn’t failed him yet.

“When have I ever chased after anyone? They always come to me eventually.” 

“Dammit! Have any of you seen my Rolex? I swear it was around here somewhere!” Shisui’s loud voice carries through the entirety of the massive penthouse. Heavy footsteps are approaching Sasuke’s room. “Sasuke, have you seen my Rolex?”

Sasuke just scoffs while running a fluffy hotel towel through his still-wet hair, fresh from the shower. “Which one?” he asks, only a little snarky. 

“Silver one, blue face, has the Uchiha crest on it. We got them at a family reunion a few years back, remember?” Shisui says, beginning to rummage through Sasuke’s stuff without waiting for permission. 

“You probably just left it somewhere, you do that all the time. All I know is that it isn't here. Now please leave so I can get dressed,” Sasuke says, adjusting the towel around his waist and silently gesturing for Shisui to get out. 

Shisui suddenly pauses, a look of contemplation on his face. “You don’t think…” he starts. Sasuke raises an eyebrow. God, he did leave it somewhere stupid.  

“Think what?” Sasuke asks, putting more pressure on Shisui to leave by slowly closing his door on his cousin. 

“No, there’s no way. Sorry. We’ll leave in forty minutes to eat,” Shisui says distantly, leaving Sasuke’s room. Strange, but it’s Shisui, so probably nothing to be concerned about. Those watches are ugly anyway. 

“Sick!” Kiba says, holding the expensive watch up to the light as though checking its authenticity like cash. 

Shikamaru snatches it from the reckless brunette and brings it back down to the safety of their four person huddle. “Fucking idiot, we’re still in the lobby!” Shika admonishes. Naruto is mesmerized. The watch is totally gaudy, some fan-like symbol on the face of the watch is totally random, not particularly fashionable at all. But a Rolex is a Rolex. 

“Great swipe, Hinata!” Naruto praises, a blush blooms across Hinata’s face at the compliment. 

“It was pretty easy honestly. Those guys are loaded. They’re staying in one of the penthouses and have expensive stuff everywhere! Thanks to Shisui I’ve got enough cash for tonight. Drinks on me?” her soft voice suggests. 

“Who’s Shisui?” Kiba asks stupidly. Everyone rolls their eyes.

“Obviously the previous owner of this watch, dipshit. And the gracious donor for our night out,” Shikamaru says, counting the cash Hinata managed to snag. A sneaky grin grows on his usually neutral face. “And thanks to Shisui’s generous contribution, we will be partying good tonight.” 

“Where are we hitting up then?” Kiba bounces from foot to foot in excitement. 

“The showers, you smell like a wet dog,” Shika says and Hinata scrunches her nose in silent agreement. Naruto laughs at his friend’s expense. 

“Want to meet up here later after showers and stuff? We can hit up Omnia for the first time,” Naruto suggests, keeping his ulterior motive to himself. 

“Omnia? It’s so overpriced though,” Kiba looks at Naruto like he’s lost his mind. Naruto smiles and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah…” Naruto grabs the wad of cash from Shikamaru, “but we’ve got enough here that it doesn’t matter.” Kiba shouts in agreement, easily convinced, while Shikamaru and Hinata exchange glances. 

“I mean, it could be fun for a night,” Hinata says quietly. Two down, one to go. Naruto gives Shikamaru his strongest puppy dog eyes. Shikamaru’s eyes just narrow, holding Naruto’s gaze as though they are playing chicken, first to look away loses. After several long moments, Shikamaru rolls his eyes and sighs, breaking first. Naruto can hear him mumbling something along the lines of “troublesome.” The dark haired hottie is going to be Naruto’s by the end of the night, he just has a good feeling. 

The club in Caesar’s Palace is just like everything else in Caesar’s Palace—opulent, themed, crowded, and way too expensive. Just like with every activity that has taken place over the weekend, there are too many sweaty bodies of strangers and very loud music. Sasuke is actually pretty proud of how well he has handled this weekend so far. Despite being a little standoffish and needing to separate from the group fairly regularly, he has made a point to not complain in the vicinity of his brother. While Sasuke admittedly can’t get a good read on whether Itachi’s even having fun or not, Sasuke refuses to be the reason Itachi isn’t having a good time.

At least there is a bar that is significantly quieter than the full dance floor. It is Saturday night, so Sasuke supposes it’s to be expected. After pausing to take in the sights, sounds, and unfortunately, smells of the nightclub, Sasuke heads over to the bar. Might as well get comfortable since this is most likely where he is going to hang out for most of the night. 

Settling in a barstool near the end of the bar, Sasuke orders a Red Bull and vodka, the same thing he has ordered everywhere they have gone this weekend. It’s difficult to mess up and the Red Bull will give him energy to get through the weekend. 

Honestly, people watching isn’t that bad. Sasuke sips on his mixed drink ( seventeen dollars?) while watching people mingle and dance, and one person who looks a little sick run to the bathroom. He’s almost having fun and finally feeling relaxed during one of the group’s outings. Well, he was feeling relaxed.

Wild blonde hair bleached from the sun and a stunning smile catches Sasuke’s attention. The Greek god guy from the pool earlier. There’s no way the blonde didn’t notice Sasuke blatantly checking him out earlier. But, he also seemed to be flirting back. “ See you around?” A small smirk grows on Sasuke’s lips. Everyone else is having fun, maybe I can too .  

Out of the corner of his eye, Sasuke carefully tracks the blonde and his group of friends, heading in the direction of the bar. Perfect. Sasuke can’t help but notice how the loose, long sleeved shirt on the blonde matches his deep blue eyes and how perfectly his jeans fit, showing off his toned figure. Blonde hair is tousled in that effortless “just had sex” kind of way. With the energy radiating off of him, Sasuke wouldn’t be surprised if he did. It’s difficult to look away, he’s a breath of fresh air in the smoky haze. 

“Hey there, nice to bump into you again,” a raspy voice says from Sasuke’s left. Sasuke is met with those eyes again, totally forgetting his previous train of thought. “Although, this time we aren’t actually bumping into each other,” the blonde’s laugh from his stupid joke is infectious, and Sasuke finds himself smiling down at his drink. 

“I’m Naruto, by the way,” Greek god… Naruto says, taking the seat next to Sasuke.

“Sasuke,” he replies with another sip of his drink. 

“Nice to meet you, Sasuke,” Naruto rests his head on his hand, shifting to face Sasuke more. “What brings you to town? Something tells me you didn’t just turn twenty one and are looking to drink for ‘the first time.’ Let me guess, conference? No, it’s gotta be something else…”

Sasuke chuckles a little. “It’s my brother's bachelor party.”

“Ah, I see. A very… conventional choice,” Naruto remarks, signaling to the bartender. “What are you drinking tonight, Sasuke?” 

Looking down at his half-empty glass, Sasuke answers, “Vodka and Red Bull. It’s fine.” Naruto just laughs again in that wonderful, raspy laugh.

“All the drinks in Vegas are just fine.” 

“It sounds like you speak from experience,” Sasuke looks up to meet Naruto’s eyes. A mischievous glimmer sparkles in those ocean blue eyes. 

“Something like that… I’ll have what he’s having,” Naruto turns to say to the bartender, nodding his head in Sasuke’s direction. Sasuke can’t help the anticipation that bubbles in his stomach at where the night might lead.  It seems Naruto is going to be staying and chatting for a while, not that Sasuke minds. Eyes rake over Naruto again. No, he’s definitely not complaining. 

It’s not fucking fair. Naruto is doing his best to not come across too needy, but hottie from earlier just looks so good . It’s difficult to focus on anything, much less keep up a conversation with him. His shirt looks like an interpretation of a loose, white kimono, showing more skin than should be allowed despite its long sleeves. Black jeans are loose and tight in all the right places, accentuating his lithe body. Naruto’s eyes keep falling down to those kissable, pale pink lips when they respond to his questions and jokes. God, Naruto is having to consciously keep himself in check, utilizing all the self discipline he can muster to not grab hold of Sasuke’s soft, dark locks and crash their lips together. Of course, on the outside Naruto tries to project calm confidence. Effortless flirtation, hiding the flaming need simmering in his stomach. 

Since bumping into Sasuke earlier, Naruto has been restlessly planning different ways they can “accidentally” run into one another again. Thankfully he had trusted his gut and convinced his friends to come to this club specifically tonight. Naruto knew he had to see Sasuke again, specifically under him, over him, or behind him. He’s flexible, he’ll happily go with Sasuke’s flow. 

“So, what brings you to town?” Sasuke asks, taking another sip of his drink. Blue eyes watch Sasuke’s lips, trailing down his pale neck, to where his chest is exposed, skin completely flawless. Oh, the things Naruto wants to do to him…

“Business,” Naruto answers simply. It’s not totally wrong. Then he smiles, meeting sharp eyes, voice lowering slightly “...and pleasure.” He swears that Sasuke visibly shivers. 

They continue talking, both ordering another drink or two, sharing about their lives and interests. As they talk, they move closer together. At this point, their knees are almost touching. Despite it being less than an inch, to Naruto it feels like there’s still miles of distance between them. Naruto learns that Sasuke works in the high-end automotive industry, procuring cool cars for high-paying clients. It’s one of the coolest jobs Naruto has ever heard about. While Sasuke can’t reveal who his clients are, he does talk about the process and some of the cars he’s found. Apparently the coolest car Sasuke has ever acquired for a client is a Porsche 918. It was incredibly difficult to source as only 918 were ever made. 

Naruto is totally entranced with stories of Sasuke’s job and lifestyle. Sasuke reveals he is fluent in Japanese, which is really helpful, especially since cult-classic Japanese cars are beginning to rise in value exponentially, becoming more desirable for high end collectors and clients. 

“So you import cars from Japan?” Naruto asks excitedly.

“Sometimes. Often, clients in the US specifically want Japanese cars that are right hand drive from Japan, have the Japanese vin number. They are more unique that way. Oddly enough, some Japanese clients want the American, left-hand drive model. I guess we all want what we can’t have…” Sasuke trails off, his eyes trail over Naruto’s body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Naruto scoots in closer, their legs finally making contact.

“So what kind of car would you choose for me?” Naruto asks with a soft smile, genuinely interested in Sasuke’s impression of him. 

Sasuke scoffs. “What’s your budget?”

“Budget?”

“Help me narrow it down.”

“Ugh, fine. Let’s pretend money’s no object,”

“A Toyota Corolla.”

“Geez, tell me how you really feel,” Sasuke laughs at Naruto, before his face becomes focused.

“If money was no object…” he starts, lost in thought. Naruto takes the chance to admire Sasuke’s profile, which is otherworldly. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, but not terribly masculine. He’s gorgeous. “Older or newer? That will actually help me…”

“Let’s go with older…”

“Datsun 280z,” Sasuke finally says, looking satisfied, “It’s iconic in its own right, effortlessly cool, and one of the most attractive cars ever designed in my opinion.” Naruto takes a moment to consider Sasuke’s answer, his heart fluttering at the description.

“So what would you pick for yourself?”

“Easy, Porsche 911. Timeless, classic, and elegant. In general, they are just really fucking cool. You can do a lot with a 911 platform, but even stock they are usually the coolest thing on the road.”

“Can I be honest?” Naruto asks with a sheepish smile, peering up at Sasuke who just raises an eyebrow at him. “I have no idea what a Datsun 2, whatever z is or a Porsche 911. As far as I’m concerned, 911 is who you call in an emergency.” 

Sasuke stares at him in stunned silence, dark eyebrows raised. “Do you know anything about cars? Anything at all?”

Naruto rubs the back of his hair, avoiding eye contact, “Not exactly, but I think what you do is really cool and… I don’t know… I like talking to you.” It’s odd, usually Naruto doesn’t let this side of his personality out in these kinds of situations, but his walls have continuously fallen while chatting with Sasuke. 

His eyes cut up to Sasuke’s face to see a small blush heat up pale cheeks. 

It’s so cute, Naruto’s body moves on its own to reach up and lightly caress Sasuke’s cheek, thumb brushing over the blush. He is close enough to smell sage and musk. 

Their eyes lock and the whole world melts away. All that’s left is the two of them. 

There’s such an intensity, a heat in Sasuke’s dark eyes. Naruto can physically feel the tension between them at that moment. 

“Do you want to…?” Sasuke starts.

“Yeah…” Naruto finishes. 

“I have a room here…” 

“Lead the way.”

Sasuke is usually not the type to make out in an elevator, but when a very attractive blonde with a hard body and incredibly kissable lips pushes him against the mirrored wall it’s difficult to refuse. The kiss is immediately sloppy and wet. Their tongues fight, hands scratch and caress, bodies vigorously grind together. Kissing Naruto is instantly addicting, Sasuke feels high. Adrenaline and dopamine burn through his veins, heating up his whole body. Everywhere Naruto touches sizzles his skin. The entire elevator is mirrored, showing them at all different angles, and what a pretty pair we make . 

It’s impossible to tell if the elevator is even moving up to the top floor, or if time is even really ticking by. The two of them exist in a suspended state of nips and licks and wet kisses. Of course, right as Sasuke begins to completely immerse himself in all that is Naruto, he notices the elevator slowing before reaching his floor.

Breaking the kiss suddenly, Sasuke begins to look over Naruto’s shoulder towards the elevator door, “Hey Naru…” The reflective gold doors open to reveal a couple. Hazy blue eyes slowly break from Sasuke’s, Naruto moving next to Sasuke. The couple looks a little stunned, but enters anyway in front of them, selecting a floor just a few up. 

Naruto and Sasuke keep exchanging looks, small smiles on their swollen lips. The mirrors surrounding them were erotic just a few moments ago, but now they’re almost annoying. They can’t so much as glance at each other without the elevator’s other occupants seeing. Control to not touch one another is strained, like a rubber band stretched just a little too far, ready to snap. When the doors open again the couple scurries out quickly, seemingly making an effort to not look behind them. The second the doors close again the pair bursts out laughing.

“I have never been caught kissing in an elevator,” Naruto admits honestly.

“Me neither,” Sasuke genuinely laughs.

Turning to face him, Naruto smiles cutely while leaning into Sasuke’s side, “I’m glad to be your first then.” Sasuke rolls his eyes playfully with a smile, in total contrast to all of the previous times on this trip so far. The elevator comes to a stop at Sasuke’s floor.

“Come on.” Grabbing Naruto’s hand, Sasuke quickly leads them to the ridiculous hotel room. 

It doesn’t take long for them to start kissing again once the heavy door swings shut behind them. It’s still dark in the room, the only light coming from the neon and glitz of the Las Vegas strip filtering in through the large windows of the communal space. Sasuke’s arms move to wrap around Naruto’s neck, fingers digging into messy blond locks, no doubt messing up his hair further. One of Naruto’s arms wraps around Sasuke’s middle, pulling them together, the other hand going to the exposed portion of his chest, lightly rubbing up around his neck and back down again. Their bodies are almost completely flush, Naruto’s erection growing against Sasuke. Oh god…

It’s Sasuke that breaks the kiss, leaving a wet trail across Naruto’s cheek and down his neck, sucking on the soft skin behind the blonde’s ear. A raspy moan escapes the blonde as his head tilts to the side to allow more access. Overcome with the urge, Sasuke bites down on the taut skin where Naruto’s neck and shoulder meet, drawing a small jolt from him. Sasuke can’t help but smile into the bite, letting up to lightly lap at the spot before continuing to suck and nip a trail back up the tanned neck. 

The sounds Naruto makes are incredible. So expressive and unabashed. Sasuke’s thankful they are the only ones in at the moment, especially since they are still in the gilded entryway, not having made it to Sasuke’s bedroom yet. Naruto begins to breathe a little heavier. Sasuke wants more access to his body, fingers moving from his hair down to the hem of the soft blue shirt. Hands move on their own, taking the hem up with them as they begin to explore upward. Muscles lightly contract under Sasuke’s touch, skin hot to the touch. 

The hand previously on Sasuke’s chest has made its way up to his neck, guiding their lips back together, slotting together roughly. The grip in his dark hair tightens, beginning to tug on the roots. A strained noise escapes Sasuke as pleasure jolts straight down his spine into his steadily growing erection. Soft lips smile against his.

“Oh, you like that…?” The blonde asks, but it’s not really a question. The answer is so extremely obvious. Naruto’s blue eyes glimmer, reflecting the glittering lights outside the windows. They pause for a long moment, just panting and looking at one another. Naruto’s eyes truly are like an ocean. An ocean whose currents are pulling Sasuke under, not giving him a chance to resurface. Sasuke doesn’t care. He wants to drown.

“Follow me,” Sasuke says, giving Naruto another quick kiss before dragging the blonde down the hall to his room, kicking the white door shut behind them. 

Sasuke looks positively ethereal in the colored neon lights streaming in the windows of the bedroom. Naruto almost feels unworthy of sharing space with the stunning man in front of him. 

There isn’t much time to ponder on this thought, however, as Sasuke quickly closes the space between them, practically clawing at the blue shirt Naruto’s wearing. Getting the message, Naruto pulls back briefly to wrestle the shirt off of his body and flings it into the dark room. Dark eyes twinkle as they take in Naruto’s body, a wet tongue moving slowly over swollen red lips. Naruto couldn’t suppress the violent shiver even if he wanted to. Sasuke’s eyes are so full of primal want. No, need. Blue eyes as they trace down the collar of Sasuke’s low cut shirt that exposes a good expanse of his chest. Suddenly, Naruto has an idea…

Reaching forward, capturing Sasuke’s body and maneuvering it onto the massive king-sized bed face down, Naruto moves to straddle his lean body. Using the long, loose sleeves to his advantage, Naruto grabs both wrists, tangling the excess fabric together so they are trapped behind Sasuke’s back, easily held captive by only one hand. 

Sasuke tries to look back at Naruto, prompting Naruto to lean down and leave sloppy kisses on his neck. Teeth nip lightly, earning shudders from the body trapped beneath him. Every shudder shoots sharp pleasure through his erection, which is currently snuggled up to Sasuke’s covered ass. Oh how I want to… one thing at a time…

Leaning back to just take in the view, Naruto notices how easily Sasuke’s pale skin has bruised under his ministrations. It’s oddly satisfying. Usually not one to leave any marks (evidence), it takes Naruto off guard. He really really likes the picture layed out before him. A noise and movement bring him out of those thoughts.

“Are you going to fucking do anything?” Sasuke’s voice says from against the fluffy white duvet. Naruto licks his lips, eyes devious.

“Are you suggesting you want something?” There’s a pause.

“Obviously.”

Taking in that confirmation, Naruto leans over Sasuke’s body, moving the light linen fabric off of his shoulders, making sure to adjust the grip on his hands as the fabric loosens. The expanse of Sasuke’s elegant back is exposed to Naruto, who licks up Sasuke’s spine slowly. The lithe body shivers below him. He begins to nip and suck at sharp shoulder blades, pronounced from where Sasuke’s hands are being held at the base of his back. 

Something has overcome Naruto. Usually he is quick, efficient, and leaves no trace. For some reason he wants to take his time and mark up every inch of the beautiful man trapped beneath him, currently making the sexiest noises Naruto has ever heard. It all feels so much easier than sex usually is with others. He feels impossibly hard, and is sure Sasuke most likely is as well, but it doesn’t encourage him to speed up at all, instead hoping to savor every moment. 

Making his way up, Naruto pauses next to Sasuke’s ear, hot breaths tickling the sensitive skin, crotch lightly grinding into him. “God, you are so attractive, it’s not fair at all…” Naruto whines, nuzzling into Sasuke’s soft hair, earning a chuckle. 

Sasuke’s ass lifts slightly from the bed, meeting the gentle thrusting, driving Naruto absolutely crazy. “How do you want to do this?” Naruto asks, voice raspier than before.

“Hn,” Sasuke says, pausing the grinding, “let me make something very clear Naruto,” he says Naruto’s name so slowly and sweetly, like honey dripping off his tongue. Honey that Naruto desperately wants to lap up. “You can have your fun with me for now, but when it comes time, I will be the one fucking you.”

Umm… holy fucking shit? Naruto has never orgasmed from words alone, but Sasuke’s just brought him pretty damn close. “Jesus Christ…” 

The grip on Sasuke’s wrists slackens, which Sasuke takes full advantage of. Pulling his arms free, Sasuke rolls, overpowering the blonde and reversing their positions with Sasuke now on top nestled between Naruto’s legs. A satisfied smirk is painted on Sasuke’s pretty face. Naruto wants to kiss that sexy smirk until Sasuke is quivering. 

Sasuke’s hands begin to trail down Naruto’s naked torso, brushing over sensitive nipples and leaving a zing of electricity in their wake. Fingers delicately play with the waistband of Naruto’s favorite jeans, occasionally dipping in for just a moment, teasing, before going back to tracing around the already exposed skin of his hips. It tickles, making Naruto squirm and whine. He desperately wants Sasuke to just go ahead and reach in and have his way with him. Or just rip up his jeans completely, he really doesn't need them anymore. 

Finally, Sasuke begins tugging Naruto’s pants off. Slowly pulling down the zipper, dark eyes watching Naruto’s body writhe under his heated gaze. Naruto can feel his erection strain against the constricting fabric. As Sasuke moves to take his pants off, hands occasionally brush his still-covered cock, making Naruto let out a strained “Mphhh!” With every noise and jolt, Sasuke moves almost slower, an evil spark dancing in his pitch black eyes as they watch. 

“Okay, my turn,” Naruto rasps, “are you going to fucking do anything?” Sasuke’s smirk just grows, the fucking bastard. The fucking hot bastard. 

“I suppose I’ve tortured you enough. Although you seem to enjoy it,” Sasuke’s hands begin tugging off Naruto’s jeans and boxers together while his body moves down to Naruto’s. Right as Naruto kicks the jeans off his right foot and onto the floor, Sasuke leans down and bites sharply on a sensitive nipple, drawing a clipped yelp that morphs into a moan from Naruto as the initial sharp pain becomes pleasurable. Sasuke’s tongue continues to lap and tease at both nipples, eyes watching Naruto’s expressive face as the pleasure building up inside the blonde continues to increase. 

“God, please touch me…” Naruto moans unconsciously, the words falling from mouth before he even realizes it. Sasuke pulls off Naruto completely. Noooo! 

“You want me to touch you, Naruto?” Sasuke says slowly in a low voice. Just the way he talks is a fucking tease. Naruto shudders at the way his name rolls off of Sasuke’s tongue. A pale palm suddenly appears in front of Naruto’s face. Confused, Naruto’s eyes jump from the hand to Sasuke’s expectant eyes. 

 “Lick.” What? “Make it wet and then I will touch you.” The command elicits a desperate groan from Naruto, who begins to sloppily lick and drool all over Sasuke’s hand. Blue eyes close, savoring the sensation. Feeling bold, Naruto even takes two fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily. There is a frantic burn in Naruto’s stomach to please his dark lover. At some point, Sasuke must determine Naruto’s efforts as satisfactory because the wet hand is pulled away, a moment later tightly gripping Naruto’s straining erection. 

The pace Sasuke sets is rough and tight from the start, pulling depraved whines from the blonde. Naruto never considered himself to be a particularly deep thinker, but all capacity for thought escapes him as Sasuke squeezes long fingers around his cock. The whole time Sasuke watches from above, a satisfied smirk playing at his sinful lips, dark eyes heated. 

“Fucking shit!” Naruto cries, back arching a little as the hand squeezes around the red, swollen head, a finger playing with the slit currently leaking precum. Naruto reaches up to touch Sasuke, only for him to have his wrists pinned above wild blonde hair, reminiscent of Naruto’s actions mere minutes ago. “Don’t… don’t you want me to touch you?” Naruto’s strained voice asks between pants. The devious glimmer returns to Sasuke’s eyes. 

“I’ll have my fun. For now, just watching you is all I need,” his smooth voice washes over Naruto’s body, bringing another electric jolt of pleasure with it. At this pace, Naruto begins to worry that he won’t last too much longer. All of the sensations are beginning to overwhelm him. Sasuke’s words. Sasuke’s eyes. Sasuke’s touch. It’s all too much. Right as he’s getting so close to the edge…

“I’m so close, so close…” Naruto pants out. Sasuke’s grip loosens considerably, pace slowing. Blue eyes squint, teeth clench in a swirling mix of desire, disappointment, and relief. He doesn’t want this to end yet, but it was feeling so good…

“Not yet, Naruto… I’m not done with you yet…” Sasuke’s voice says from above him, hand continuing to torture Naruto’s straining cock. Naruto bites his lip and opens his eyes slowly to meet Sasuke’s, trying to get control over his breathing. 

This special kind of torture continues two more times, Sasuke increasing the pace, tightening his grasp, bringing Naruto so incredibly close, testing Naruto’s control, and then slowing down to almost nothing right as Naruto’s about to explode. 

Has Naruto died? Is he in a very special and pleasurable hell? This is probably what he deserves for stealing from relatively innocent people for all those years, eternal edging. Is Sasuke sent to punish Naruto for all eternity? Honestly, that doesn’t sound half bad…

Sasuke’s weight moving off of Naruto completely pulls him out of his thoughts and brings him back to the neon-lit hotel room. Blue eyes follow as Sasuke removes his flowing white shirt, tossing it on a chair in the corner while heading to a suitcase opened on the hotel room desk. After a few tense moments of Sasuke silently rooting around, he returns to the bed with a small bottle of lube and a condom. 

Their eyes meet again as Sasuke opens the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto his fingers. “All good?” Sasuke’s voice breaks the silence. Naruto nods, mind feeling hazy with lust. 

“God yes,” he replies. Sasuke gives him a small smile that just about kills Naruto as lube covered fingers make their way down between tan legs. Honestly, it has been a while since Naruto has found himself in this specific position, despite having regular hookups, so he can’t help but tense just a little when he feels Sasuke’s fingers circling his rim. Closing his eyes, Naruto takes a soothing breath, relaxing all of the muscles in his body, melting into the fluffy bed, hands clenching on the soft duvet. Soft lips latch onto his neck, sucking and licking, distracting him as a single finger breaches his ass. 

Slowly, Sasuke works his way in until the finger is fully seated. The slight stretch feels nice. More than nice. Sasuke pauses, watching Naruto’s face for any adverse reactions. Naruto’s body begins to grind on Sasuke’s hand on its own, confirming that he is ready for more. Sasuke’s hand begins to move, the same one that Naruto sloppily made out with earlier, stretching and preparing for more. The other fingers tease, slowly being added as Naruto’s ass relaxes more. 

Long fingers scissor and stretch, creating delicious friction and fullness and pleasure that is almost incomprehensible. Naruto arches into Sasuke, ass grinding on long fingers, moaning and mewling. Yes, it has been a while since Naruto has been the one getting fucked. God, I’ve been missing out… Although, he thinks the overwhelming pleasure might also have something to do with the dark man above and inside him. 

“Sas… Sasuke!” Naruto chokes out, hands moving to clench into soft, black locks and dragging Sasuke’s face down to meet him in a brief, rough kiss. “I want you to fuck me, not your damn fingers.”

For once it’s Sasuke who loses his composure for a moment at Naruto’s words, eyes closing and body shivering. Pulling away with a quick nod and a frantic look in his eyes, he pushes his own pants down his legs. Grabbing the condom off of the bed, he tears it open with his teeth and carefully rolls it over his own erection. Naruto can’t help but drool at the sight of Sasuke’s cock. It’s big and pale and pretty goddamn perfect. Sasuke catches him staring, a smug look coming over his dark features. 

“How do you want me?” Naruto asks, feeling giddy. This is actually about to happen. Sex is not difficult for him to come by, but everything about Sasuke feels different. More intense. His hands are quivering just a little bit from the excess adrenaline flooding through his body. Sasuke has globbed more lube into his hand and is roughly jerking his own dick, a visual Naruto hopes to never ever forget. 

“What do you like,” Sasuke practically purrs, leaning down so they are less than a breath away from one another. 

“Literally anything as long as you’re inside me sooner rather than later.” Sasuke takes a moment to contemplate Naruto’s answer, thought swirling behind his eyes. 

“Alright then… on your knees.” Naruto scrambles to flip himself over, getting up on his knees, head buried in the soft hotel comforter, ass practically presented to his temporary lover. 

Now that is a sight. Sasuke hears a growl escape him from the sight of Naruto’s toned ass sticking up, gaping and wet and ready. Sasuke feels way too hot. He feels like he might just melt on the spot. Maybe spontaneously combust. He’s so hard it fucking hurts. Grabbing onto the blonde’s hips, he pulls Naruto’s body back to the edge of the bed. Fingers lightly dig into the smooth flesh over Naruto’s hip bones, Sasuke can’t help but lightly scratch over the tan hips, leaving light red marks behind. 

Something has overcome Sasuke though. He wants to mark up the blonde, wants to leave something physical behind to be remembered by. It’s probably not healthy, but his mind is too overcome with blazing lust to really care. Lining up his cock with Naruto’s tantalizing ass, Sasuke slowly eases in, the pace more for his own sake than his partner’s. 

It’s tight, so incredibly tight, and wet and warm and ohhh fuck… All thought has left Sasuke’s mind. Nothing in the world truly exists anymore. Nothing but his impossibly hard cock in Naruto’s impossibly delightful ass. A hard breath escapes Sasuke that he didn’t even realize he was holding. Naruto writhes below him, lightly grinding back to create some pleasurable friction. After a few moments, Sasuke feels collected enough to not come right away and begins to thrust at an even pace.

“More…” Naruto moans from below him, sounding almost drunk. This only encourages Sasuke, who begins to go a little rougher and a little quicker. He feels so worked up from playing with Naruto for so long, but it was so worth it. The blonde is so expressive, his reactions to being touched only turned Sasuke on almost an insane amount. Now that he is finally buried within Naruto, it is very difficult to hold back. 

Naruto pushes back to meet his thrusts. Heat within Sasuke’s stomach continues to burn hotter, sweat beginning to escape his body. A pale hand moves from Naruto’s hip to trace down his tan back, leaving red scratch marks behind. Naruto shudders at the sensation beneath him. 

This heat just keeps blazing hotter and hotter. It’s difficult to focus on anything as electric pleasure rips through his body. Naruto’s quivering only becomes more aggressive as they continue to fuck one another in the shadows and neon filtering in through the window. 

“Right there, just like that…” Naruto mutters into the bed, eyes closed

Panting fills the room. It’s all too much. Sasuke leans forward, his hand moving back to tightly pump Naruto’s cock, the urge for them to orgasm together overtaking his thoughts. Sasuke can be a very passionate lover, but what he feels currently goes far above and beyond anything he has ever felt with anyone else. 

“Naruto, I’m getting really close,” Sasuke pants out, his tongue moving to lick up Naruto’s spine, calling back to Naruto’s actions earlier. 

“God me too Sasuke. I’ve been on edge for so goddamn long,” Naruto groans into the bed. “Just don’t stop, please don’t stop…” 

Sasuke swears he can see drool pooling on the white comforter from Naruto. A few more particularly enthusiastic thrusts and suddenly Sasuke’s whole body tenses and he is seeing stars as his vision begins cutting out. All of his nerves fizzle. A long moan rises from his throat, swears and Naruto’s name melding together. It almost sounds like some kind of perverse prayer. A massive wave of pleasure washes over Sasuke as his spend fills the condom. Despite what almost feels like pain, Sasuke continues to fuck Naruto through his orgasm.

“Oh, fuck…” Naruto moans, his body going limp, ejaculate shooting onto the bed below him. The only sound in the room is their panting, recovering from intense orgasms. Sasuke is still buried deep into Naruto, too sensitive to move. “That was…” Naruto starts.

“Yeah…” Sasuke says, his eyes glazed over. Maybe Vegas isn’t that bad.

Naruto looks over to where Sasuke is sleeping peacefully in a cocoon of blankets and pillows. He looks like an angel sleeping on a bed of white clouds. After they recovered, they headed to the shower where they cleaned and kissed and maybe Sasuke gave Naruto an incredible blowjob. Cleaned and dried off, Sasuke led them back to the bed where they cuddled and chatted until Sasuke began to drift off. Naruto has never cuddled after sex in his life. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just that most of his sexual escapades don’t really allow for that kind of activity. 

Usually, after sex Naruto offers to get them water, drops in the sleeping medication, waits until it kicks in, takes anything of value, and leaves. The thought of doing this to Sasuke doesn’t even cross his mind. He can’t. 

Yet his fingers still begin to tingle with that familiar itch. Without even realizing it, Naruto finds himself holding Sasuke’s expensive wallet, the leather soft in his hands. He could just take some cash and leave to fulfill the urge. Like he always does. 

But he really doesn’t want to. Not after this night together. Not after the sweet post-sex kisses they shared. The soft words muttered to one another as Sasuke drifted off to sleep. Naruto isn’t even sure if he wants to leave. Sasuke hasn’t given any indication that he wants to kick the blonde out. If anything, all signs point to Sasuke wanting Naruto to stay. But he can’t. He just can’t. 

Naruto rubs his eyes aggressively with the heel of his hands in frustration. Sasuke’s soft, even breaths can be heard from the bed. After several moments of just listening, Naruto comes to a decision. 

Sasuke didn’t hear Naruto leave, but it’s clear that he is no longer there when sunlight begins streaming in through the large window of Sasuke’s hotel room. There are voices coming from down the hall, most likely the rest of the bachelor party in the living room. Waking up and not finding wild blonde hair and blue eyes next to him leaves a small, sharp pang in Sasuke’s chest for some reason. Not that he has any right to be disappointed, it’s not like anything was ever going to come from this. As they say, “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” 

Frowning, Sasuke sits up and rubs the sleep crusties from his eyes, looking around to take in the bedroom. I don’t remember putting my wallet on the nightstand… oh no, oh no. Sure, Sasuke has heard of people who prey on tourists and take their stuff, but surely not…

He frantically scoots across the massive, plush bed to grab his wallet. Thoroughly checking through the contents, Sasuke is surprised to only find one thing out of place. A business card he usually keeps right above his ID is missing. Sasuke smirks. Maybe what happens in Vegas doesn’t have to stay in Vegas.