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Nurse Caitlin Gives a Physical

"Mr. Parker?" I called, looking over the patients sitting in the waiting room. I looked down at the chart again, for a first name.

"Ryan Parker?" I asked, waiting for one of the patients to get up. I looked over them. There were a couple older gentlemen, a middle-aged woman, and, finally, a patient that looked like he could match the birth date on the chart. Sure enough, he began to get up.

My patient was about my age, a cute, dark-haired boy with a short, tightly-trimmed goatee. He looked somewhat muscular, but had a smaller frame. He wore a short-sleeved brown t-shirt and some nice dark jeans. I smiled as he walked across the waiting room.

I looked back down at the chart again. The note at the top read very clearly "Full physical examination: don't leave anything out, Caitlin." "Full" was even underlined twice. Apparently, I had a habit of skimping on some of the exams, especially the more invasive or time-consuming procedures. I couldn't get around it this time. I would have to be thorough.

I looked back up at my patient, Ryan. He smiled at me, giving me a look as if to wonder if we were actually going back or if I'm doing the exam in the waiting room. I watched his eyes quickly glance over my body, and then quickly back to my face to avoid me noticing.

I began to walk back through the door, and gestured for him to follow.

"I'm Caitlin, I'll be your nurse for today, and I'll be doing your exam. Are you just here for the physical?" I asked, as I walked down the hall in front of him. While I couldn't see my patient, I could sort of feel his eyes examining the back of my legs and my ass, covered in my tight, short, white uniform skirt to only about my mid-thigh. My panties were usually visible through it, in the right light, especially today as I wore some that didn't match the skirt: a light pink pair of bikini-cut cotton ones. Nothing too fancy.

"Yes," he mumbled a little. "My doctor said I needed a full exam, I guess. Are you doing my physical?"

"If it's alright, I will be, yes. Step up on the scale." I turned toward him and he stepped on the scale in the hallway. I read his weight from the digital display on the wall and took note of it. I caught him stealing a glance at my cleavage, revealed in my close-fitting, short-sleeved, white snap-button uniform top. I had the top two snaps undone, so some cleavage was very clearly showing as it barely contained my breasts.

"Oh, it's quite alright." He said, giving me a quick grin.

"Thanks. You can step down." I told him, returning his smile. I led him to the door of the next exam room and opened it, letting him walk in.

"I'll be back in just a second." I said, closing the door after him. I grabbed a stethoscope, thermometer and blood pressure cuff from the box in the nurses' station. I put them around my neck, and tucked the thermometer into my front breast pocket. I returned to the room, changing the sign on the door to read: "Exam in progress."

I came in to find my patient standing in the middle of the room, looking at one of the posters on the wall explaining the body's sexual organs. It was very anatomical and scientific, and frankly, I always thought the poster didn't quite do them justice. But I was the youngest nurse on staff, and I think they always thought me kind of a trouble-maker, so I never said anything. I took the stethoscope and cuff from my neck and threw back my dark blonde, curly hair. I set them on the exam table.

"So you've been sick lately?" I said, breaking the silence. I was a little nervous; it'd been a while since I had performed a "full" examination.

"Yes, I think it's just a cold, but I thought I might get it checked. I have good insurance, so why not?" He chuckled, returning to his study of the female pussy, diagrammed on the wall.

"Haha, alright. Well, I like to get my patients relaxed, so hopefully that'll at least make you feel a little better." I smiled again at my patient. He didn't look particularly sick, but his nose was red and he had let out the occasional cough in the waiting room.

"Sounds good. Where do you want to examine me?" He asked, looking back down at me.

"Oh, on this exam table. Here, hop up." I gestured, pointing to the table next to me.

He looked over at the table and then back at me. He began to walk over.

"I meant, where on my body?" He asked.

"Oh, well, I'd like to do a full examination... very thorough." I said, with a slight chuckle, remembering the note on the chart. His body perked up, tensing a little.

"I must closely examine every part of your body, making sure everything is in working order." I finished, looking over him from head to toe with my eyes.

"Um, do I have to get naked?" He asked, a little nervous.

"Yes, I'm afraid you do." I answered, gesturing again to the table.

"Just be gentle." He said, trying to assess my tendency toward pain with my patients.

"I'll try. But for some of the tests I might need to be a little rough." I teased, secretly enjoying my patient's moment of tension.

"How so?"

"Well, it'll probably get your heart rate up." I hinted, playfully.

"Hmmmm. Will I get to check your heartbeat too?" He said, checking me out again.

"Hmmm. Well, part of the procedure will require me to get my heart rate up too, so yeah, you could check if you want." I'd never quite had a patient ask me that before.

"What if I said you'd have to at least remove your outfit?" He asked, suggestively. I thought of the chart, "don't leave anything out, Caitlin."

"I have to test some of your bodily functions, and it will require me to remove some of my clothes as well. I hope you don't mind..." I said, trying to comfort him.

"No no, it's quite alright. All of your clothes?" He asked, leading.

"Some patients prefer if I remove all of my clothes..." I answered, as he let out an anticipatory sigh. "But that part of the procedure only requires the removal of a couple items." I explained, as professionally as I could muster.

"Which ones?"

"It's up to you." I smiled again.

"Well, I mean, which 'bodily function' are you testing?" He said, with patronizing "air-quotes." I began to blush a little.

"Well, I'm going to have to at least remove my panties and lift my skirt during the procedure," "Ohhh okay..." "but that's all that's really required. However, I can remove other items at the patient's request." He nodded while I explained it to him.

"What if I said that wasn't acceptable?" He asked.

"Well, I'm afraid I need to do it to be able to do part of the examination. Just relax, I think you'll find it's one of the easier procedures..." I answered, watching his tension subside. "Some patients even find it enjoyable." He smiled again, happy to see I would be taking care of him.

"Now hop up on the table, we need to start the process." I said, gesturing yet again to the exam table. He jumped up and looked back at me, his feet dangling off the edge of the table.

"I need you to take off your shirt, sir, so I can check your heartbeat." I asked.

"Will you do it for me, please?" He responded, raising his arms. I slowly and carefully slid his shirt up his chest with my fingers, running them gently against his sides and arms. Finally, the shirt came off, and I tossed it to the side on the table. "There we go."

"Thank you so much." He replied, looking up at me.

I first took his temperature and asked about drugs and allergies when I began the exam. We exchanged eye contact, and he stole a few glances over the curves in my uniform. I touched my fingers to his chest again as I took the stethoscope in them, pressing it against his skin. He jumped, a little startled.

"It's a little cold!" I had forgotten to warm it up. I took it back from him and brought it to my own chest, rubbing it vigorously against my soft breast, making it jiggle as I shook it with the stethoscope.

"I'm sorry. I forgot." I apologized, but his eyes were fixated on my hand rubbing my boob, and my nipples poking clearly though the tight-stretched white fabric of my uniform. My uniform was a size too small, supposedly an ordering error on the part of the male reception clerk. I didn't mind, I thought it looked kinda cute that way. But it barely fit around my torso, and the fabric stretched a little at the snap-buttons which held the front of it together. I returned the stethoscope to my patient's chest. "Better?"

"Much better, nurse, thank you."

"Good. Now breathe in." I diligently listened to his breathing and heartbeat as I examined his chest. He breathed in and out at my instruction and while his lungs sounded clear, his heart was obviously racing. Pounding in my ears.

"Your heart is pounding, is that normal?" I asked, it didn't seem too worrisome, but I thought I'd check.

"I think it may just be a little excitement." He explained. I got where he was going. I felt it a little bit too.

"Ah, okay. Well try to relax. I'm going to check your blood pressure." I replied, sliding the cuff onto his arm. I caressed his firm muscles as I did it, impressed with their definition. He noticed and looked a little puzzled.

"Very good, have you been exercising?"

"Trying to..." He answered.

"Keep that up." I said, gently squeezing his arm again. I began pumping the cuff up and touched my fingers to his arm.

"You're gonna feel a little squeeze here... the first of a few, in fact." I say, shooting him a seductive smile. He looked confused by my comment, but I continued pumping up the cuff. I read the dial as I let out the air, taking note of his blood pressure. He seemed perfectly healthy aside from the sniffles.

"Your blood pressure is near perfect, sir."

"Well, that's good to hear." He answers, feigning relief as if he had been unnecessarily worried about it. I laugh to myself a little. I check everything -- reflexes, eyes, ears, I look into his mouth. I go over everything, as thorough as possible. But there is still much, much more I have to check, and I can tell he's becoming stressed...

"Now I'm going to need you to turn over and lay on your stomach,"

"What do you check that way?" He seemed baffled.

"In order to continue, I'm going to have to relieve some of the tension in your back." He looked stressed, and I knew a quick massage would probably help make him more comfortable. He nodded and rolled over, laying his head on his hands. I climbed up on the table and knelt over him, my short skirt riding up my smooth, naked thighs as I spread my knees apart. I took my hands to his upper back and began massaging, softly, as I sat on his lower back. The skin of my inner thighs and warmth of my cotton-covered crotch pressed against his back as I slowly rocked back and forth on him, taking my hands up and down the muscles, feeling them melt under my caress. I massaged him with care, rubbing the tension from his shoulders.

"Wow, this is amazing. Is this a special examination?" He asked, clearly enjoying the feeling of my hands along his skin.

"No, I'm just relieving some tension, is it helping?" I said, continuing with my small fingers and soft palms. I felt him seem to liquefy into the table, becoming more and more relaxed.

"Very much so. I'm feeling very relaxed." He answered.

"Ah, excellent. Just relaxed?" I asked, finishing the massage, but still sitting on him.

"Is there anything else I should feel?"

"It's normal for some patients at this point to begin to experience sensations of arousal. It's perfectly normal, but I'd like to make a note of it in your chart..." I answer, with a clearly sexual tone in my voice, and climb off of the table. I readjust my skirt and blouse, having been slightly disturbed by climbing on and off the table.

"Maybe you should double check for me," he suggested, still laying on his stomach.

"Well, I can check in the next procedure. If you don't mind, I need you to stand up and remove your pants and underwear." I ask, as he begins to roll over. My patient stands up virtually right next to me, with the hard nipples of my breasts only inches from his chest, and he drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. We stood almost touching each other for a second or two, his naked cock and balls hanging very close to my stomach, covered only by the thin uniform. I look down at them, hardly able to see them over my breasts.

"Does everything look okay?" He asked, looking down at me from above.

"So far, yes," I say, looking up at him so his eyes meet mine. "But I need to examine you more closely."

"What do I need to do?" He asked.

"Just stand there, like that." I slowly brought myself down to my knees in front of him, my face only inches from his thick penis.

"What examination are you going to do?" He said, looking down at me, kneeling at his crotch.

"I need to examine your testicles and penis now, if that's okay." I looked up at him.

"I thought that happened with your hands?" He asked, looking confused. I knew what he was implying, and trust me, some part of me was tempted to try to take his dick into my mouth and suck on it. But I had to continue with the procedure.

"It does." I take his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers, checking carefully for any irregularities. I could see clearly as his penis began to swell, almost hitting me in the face as his erection grew.

"Then why are you knelt down there?" He asked, looking down at me, the young, blonde, cute nurse in a short skirt with her hand on his genitals.

"So I can examine them visually." I said, studying his balls as I squeezed them gently.

"Okay. You're the nurse."

"They look like they're in normal working condition," I say, with one hand closing around the girth of his hardening penis. I began to gently stroke it, feeling it harden more and throb in my grasp. "Have you had any problems lately with these? Any pain or other problems? With um, your sexual organs?"

"Not that I've felt." He tensed a little as I pulled on him.

"Have you had any trouble becoming erect?"

"I'm pretty sure that it's all normal. Are you going to test it?" He said, smiling suggestively.

"Yes, for this examination, I'm going to need to test all of your sexual functions." I replied, still working his cock.

"Okay, you're the nurse, I'll do whatever is needed."

"It appears your penis is becoming swollen from my stroking, so it seems that's working. Are you feeling aroused?" I asked, looking up again at him. His hard dick was now almost at attention, still right in front of my face, and I removed my hand from it.

"Very much so." He answered. I stood up and made some quick notes in the chart.

"Sir, when's the last time you had sex?" I asked, as straight-faced as I could manage. He dropped his head and blushed, looking a little shy. "It's okay, I just need to make a note of it."

"I think about 2 and a half years." He answered. I was stunned. I figured a guy like this would probably have a regular girlfriend, if not a few. "That's really bad, isn't it?" He finished.

"Hmmm well if that's the case, I think we're going to have to test and make sure your ejaculatory functions are still in working order." I say, looking back to him from the chart. "This next part of the examination is going to require you to, well, 'examine' part of me as well."

"Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it, nurse Caitlin." He said, still standing naked at the edge of the exam table. His cock pointed straight up and he clearly was enjoying the suggestion.

"Well," I began, hesitating slightly. This part always made me a little nervous. "It's important during this procedure that the patient assumes a comfortable position. So I need you to think about what position you'd like to undergo the procedure in. In the mean time, I need to remove my panties for the procedure."

He smiled, still not quite sure what I was saying. "What 'procedure' is it, nurse?"

I lifted my skirt and with my hands pulled the panties slowly down my legs, bending over as I took them past my knees and off my ankles and feet. I felt very naked without them, but I couldn't imagine how he was feeling, watching me strip them off.

"Well, um, in order to properly test your sexual functions, I need you to fuck me in this procedure. Is that going to be okay with you, sir?" I answer, trying to hide my nervousness. I feel my own heart pounding and I'm clearly nipping through my tight top. He studies the curves of my body, the outlines of my nipples, my cleavage, my flat stomach and the tan skin of my legs, arms and face. He smiles, takes my hand, and pulls me toward the table.

"If you hop up on the edge of the table, you could wrap your legs around me while we do it. I think that'd be comfortable." He said, motioning me to the exam table. With my arms, I pull myself up onto the table so my feet and legs hang from it. My legs are slightly open, but as he moves closer to me, he puts his hands on my knees and spreads them wider. He's now standing right in front of me, between my legs, and he looks down as I lift my skirt for him. My slit is feeling warm and wet, and I'm dripping a little bit onto the edge of the table.

I look up at him.

"Although the removal of my panties is all that's necessary for this procedure, some patients feel more comfortable if I remove more of my clothing. Are you comfortable? Would you like me to strip?"

He grabbed my shirt by the opening and pulled it open fast, popping all but one of the snaps open. He pulls it down off my shoulders and my breasts remain covered only in my tight, white cotton bra. He looks down at them, taking one of his hands to my left tit. His thumb lightly teases my hard nipple as he begins to grope it, enjoying the feeling of my breast in his hand.

"Wow, how big are your breasts, nurse Caitlin?"

"They're 34D's, sir. If that's acceptable. I can get another nurse if they're not sufficient." I say, looking up into his eyes.

"God..." he exclaims, looking down to my breasts and pussy, then back up to meet my eyes with his, "...your body is amazing."

I smiled as he took his hand from my tit to my cheek and began to brush my silky blonde curls back. He comes in closer to me and his big, masculine hand slides down my smooth shoulder and my arm. His hard cock grazes the inside of my thigh, and I feel it wipe some precum on me. I gasp.

"Is everything okay? You seem startled, Caitlin." He whispers.

"Everything's fine. It's normal for me to feel somewhat aroused also during this part of the examination. Don't be bothered by it." And aroused I was. Here I was spread open on the edge of the table, my skirt was up around my waist and I was feeling totally revealed to him.

He presses his hard-on against my wet swollen clit and slowly begins rubbing me with it, as I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Pulling it down, my ample tits bounce out into his view and he pulls me closer to the edge of the table, closer to him. As I completely remove the bra from my chest, I feel him push the head of his hard cock inside of me.

"Ahhh..." I let out a gentle, erotic sigh as my tits bounce free. "You're doing very well. I can tell your penis is completely erect, isn't it?" I say, feeling my pussy stretch over his tip.

"Hmmm... let's find out." He answers, and pulls me toward him to the very edge of the table, impaling me completely on his massive erection. As I'm fully penetrated, my naked tits squeeze close against his chest, and I roll my hips closer to him. He stays deep inside of me and presses his body against mine. I put my arms around his neck, and bring my face close to his.

"Um, do you need visual confirmation of my ejaculation?" He asks, still holding the dick close between my legs. I feel like I'm just almost too tight for it. My eyes drift to the poster featuring the sex organs on the wall. Just then, as I actually absorb his rigid penis, I think to myself, 'Now, THIS will do them justice...' I chuckle.

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Game. Set. Match.

Naruto Uzumaki felt his eye twitch in irritation. Fault? Fault?! If the damn umpire sighted yet another 'fault' Naruto was going to shove his medal and award winning tennis racket straight up the Englishman's ass. And that was if there was any room left considering the size of the pole the man already had stuck up there. He rolled his shoulders and firmed his grip on the racket handle as his opponent launched his serve. The ball sped towards him and he swung his arm round, hitting the target in the centre of the strings and sending it flying perfectly and smoothly back towards his rival.

"Out! Game goes to Sai Root," the referee called out.

"Out?" Naruto challenged, swinging towards the man and scowling. "Out? Are you fucking kidding me?! That's wasn't fucking out! Open your eyes, dumbass!"

"It was out, Uzumaki," the umpire, one snotty nosed pom called Sasuke Uchiha reprimanded him. "Don't make me get you kicked off this court for indecent language."

Naruto swore under his breath in frustration and threw the racket down. Before Uchiha could say anything he snapped that he needed a quick break. He ignored the racket on the ground and collapsed into the white chair provided, reached for his water bottle and took a swig. In the crowd Root's girlfriend had jumped up and started hollering her enthusiasm for the referee's decision. Honestly, the girl grunted louder than he did when he hit the ball. Naruto grimaced and hoped to God he won, he didn't want to listen to that smug bastard rival of his and his ape of a girlfriend having victory sex. And with the sounds she emitted when someone else hit the ball he knew all of London would hear it if they did.

"Naruto," he heard called out behind him. He twisted his body around to see his coach shaking a warning head at him. "Don't lose your cool. This match could go either way right now. Don't let stupid mistakes ruin this."

This to be exact was one of the most sought after cups in competitive tennis. This was Wimbledon. It was the finals and Naruto was only two sets away from winning it. He'd not won Wimbledon before and this was his year. He could feel it. And everything had been going fine until the fourth set when every little thing he did the umpire deemed as a fault or out. He scowled and accepted the racket as a ball boy brought it over to him. Nodding his thanks he rose to his feet and gave his coach a nod.

"Kakashi, I've got this," he told him.

Returning to the court he narrowed his eyes at the referee and took in a deep breath. It was his turn to serve. Pulling out a tennis ball from his orange(1) Nike shorts he glanced up at the score board.

Uzumaki, N: 6. 5. 6. 3.

Root, S: 4. 6. 5. 6.

It was currently the last and final set and they both were sitting on five. He needed two more set points before the game was his.

Breathe, Naruto, he chanted softly in his head before tossing the ball in the air and hitting it firmly.

A short volley started before a return serve of Naruto's landed outside the line calling the umpire to call 'out'. The blond gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. When he launched his ball again and Uchiha insisted it was out once more he lost it.

"I don't believe you!" he shouted, storming up to the referee chair and pointing a finger up at the man accusingly. "What the fuck is your problem, man?"

He could hear the fans in the stadium like an approaching storm. There were cheers from his own for standing up to the ref and fighting against the call. And of course the obnoxious Sai fans shouting at him to get back to court and finish the match. Naruto blocked out the sounds of the jeering Sai supporters. They should spend five minutes on the court and see how they fare before yelling out to him. He was Naruto Uzumaki, current 9th best tennis player in the entire world. The world! What did they do with their life recently? He scoffed angrily. Winning this competition would send his ranking up. Hopefully up high enough to contend with Sai Root's current 4th place.

"Naruto!" Kakashi had come onto the court and was trying to persuade the player to calm down and return his focus to the game.

"No, not until this fucking pommy tells me what his problem is?" Naruto spat out, glaring angrily at the dark haired umpire. "I'm calling on a challenge."

Uchiha placed his chin in his hand, looking decidedly bored enough to send Naruto into a sudden teeth-grinding fit. "You used up your three challenges in the first set. Get back on court and finish the game."

"That's bullshit! You limey's(2) couldn't call a set if the game was played by children! Let alone adults!"

"If he continues to use racist remarks I'll have to cancel the game," Uchiha told Kakashi, ignoring Naruto entirely.

"Johnny Mac(3) did it all the time," Naruto reminded him, furious.

"He tore apart the flower beds, Naruto," Kakashi corrected him quietly. "There's a difference."

Naruto glanced at his coach before looking up at the umpire. "Fuck this," he swore. "All right, let's finish this fucking joke of a game."

He returned once more to his spot and played out the rest of the match, completely unsurprised when Uchiha called out "Game. Set. Match. Sai Root is the winner."

Naruto let out a frustrated groan before approaching the net and extending a hand to his long term and bitter rival. "Despite the fuck up's it was a good game," he told the pale man.

Sai nodded once before putting forward his own hand. Before Naruto's could grasp it though he shot it out of his reach and gave the blond a mocking smile. "Maybe if you grew a penis you'd be a better match for me. Think about it, that tip's on the house."

With another fake smile he walked off, leaving Naruto watching him saunter off open mouthed in surprise. The crowd of his fans around him booed the un-sportsman like gesture but the sound did nothing to calm his raging anger.

"You still did better than last year!"

Naruto looked sullenly up at his best friend and fellow player Kiba Inuzuka and shook his head. "I was fucking second. That's just a fancy word for loser."

"Hey, Naruto, don't be so hard on yourself," Kiba insisted, grabbing the jug off the table and refilling Naruto's beer. "Come on. We're in London. We're single and we don't return to the States for another three days! We're young, rich, fit and good looking. This town is ours for the taking!"

"No one wants some deadbeat tennis player who can't even win fucking Wimbledon," Naruto muttered, placing his chin to rest on the dirty table. "I'm so depressed, Kiba. And drunk. I just want to go home."

"Help me finish this jug off first before we head back to the Tsunade's," Kiba conceded, ruffling Naruto's blond hair affectionately.

Naruto grumbled a response and reached for his beer. "Fine. I'll finish this and then I'm going."

... Five jugs later.

"He is such a fucking jerk!" Naruto swore, thumping the table with his fist. "He didn't even shake my hand! What a fucking douche!"

Kiba let out a 'hear hear' and rose his glass to Naruto's for a toast. They both missed and ending up splashing beer on themselves and their other friends who had eventually accumulated around the gradually getting rowdier table.

"I don't see how everyone thinks he's such a good player!" their female counterpart, Sakura, agreed, pouring another beer. Like most of the people there she too was a tennis player. She hadn't even made it to the quarter finals but had stuck around to support Naruto. "And he is not hot! I don't get what US Weekly keeps going on about?" She took a deep swig of beer before gesturing to the room around them. "You know who is hot though?" Everyone looked at her expectantly before she answered. "Sasuke Uchiha!"

"What?" Naruto demanded. "He's even worse than Sai! He fucking calls out the wrongest shit ever!" The few too many beer's Naruto had had were beginning to take a toll on the fit blond. He wasn't a lightweight by any means but countless glasses of the beverage had made his head spin. "I want to shove my foot up that guy's ass so much and I hope when it comes out his fucking bad attitude follows!"

"Naruto, shut up," Kiba hissed. "He's right over there."

Naruto almost fell over backwards as he turned to see exactly where the man in question was sitting. Uchiha was wearing long black slacks paired off with a crisp blue shirt. He had a tie on and was seated with two other men, both similarly dressed. Naruto instantly recognized one, Suigetsu, as a fellow umpire. The third he had no idea about. He scowled and downed the remains of his beer. Slamming the glass back on the table he unsteadily slipped to his feet and rolled up the elbow length cuff's of his black shirt.

"Naruto? What are you doing?" Sakura asked.

"Gonna' fuckin' teach that guy a lesson about tennis," Naruto vowed. He stumbled forward but was jerked back as Kiba grabbed his shirt collar.

"Don't you moron! You want to get in trouble with the union? Don't fucking say anything!"

Naruto ripped himself out of Kiba's grasp. "Fine," he growled. "Let me go say hello then." He shot off before his friends could say another word. Taking in a deep breath he approached the table casually, turning his head at the last minute and stopping beside the dark haired foreigner.

"Can I help you, Uzumaki?" Uchiha asked without looking up.

Naruto nodded to the other two men before leaning an arm against the table. "Did a pretty shit job today, didn't you?" he remarked casually.

Uchiha's eyes shot up and met his, the dark depths pinning Naruto and making him swallow uncertainly. "You have a problem with it?" he demanded, his accent clipping the words and making them sound even more threatening than he probably intended.

Naruto scoffed. "Why would I have a problem with you being the reason I lost the cup?"

Uchiha leant back and smirked. "I get it. You're blaming me for your terrible game. I noticed how you slipped a few rankings recently. Maybe if you spent more time training and less time insulting your umpires then we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Naruto let his jaw drop. "Excuse me?" he growled. "You know what? Fuck you!"

Uchiha laughed, his accent shaping the sound into something akin to cruel. "Like you'd know what to do."

"What'd you say to me?" Naruto demanded, a finger drunkenly slipped against the raven's chest.

"Don't touch me," the man snapped back. "And I said, 'like you'd know what to do'. Now why don't you run back there to your friends and stop bothering me."

Naruto snarled and looked up at Uchiha's companions. Both were watching with ill concealed amusement in their eyes. Everyone knew what a cold hard-ass Sasuke Uchiha was. They seemed to be the only ones who found it funny.

"As if you'd know, pom," Naruto retorted loudly. "You look like you need a good fuck. I'd probably be doing you a favour!" This was said loud enough for Sakura and Kiba, both watching on nervously, to step in.

"Come on, Naruto, let's go," Sakura suggested, coming and weaving an arm through his.

"A favour? I didn't think I asked for an STI," Uchiha said calmly.

"What? You think I have something? Look in the mirror, asshole. You've got something so far up your ass it comes out your nose! And unlike your wildest dreams, it's not my cock!"

"Naruto!" Sakura and Kiba both exclaimed, the situation sobering them up a lot faster than Naruto.

Sasuke Uchiha narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked over the blond's shoulder to his two friends. "I'd say get him the fuck out of my way now before I report him and have him disbarred from tennis for the rest of his life."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Uchiha," Sakura replied. "Naruto, we're leaving."

"Fuck you guys," Naruto snapped, pulling free his arms. "I'll leave by myself."

And without waiting for a response Naruto staggered from the bar, leaving everyone to look after him in dismay (for Kiba and Sakura) and relief (Sasuke Uchiha and his fellows).

Swearing, Naruto stumbled out into the street, his legs determined to carry him away from the bar as fast as possible. Digging his hands into his faded blue jeans he mimicked Sasuke's parting words.

"What an asshole," he spat, pushing through a group of girls as they stepped out of a restaurant. He ignored their insults and kept going, shoulders hunched against the chill wind.

Despite being in the middle of the English summer Naruto still felt the cold wind as it whistled through the streets. His brain shut off as he ambled along the road, paying no particular attention to where he was going. It wasn't until he stepped out in front of a car, ready to cross the road, that the car's horn blared him back to sanity. He waved his middle finger at the driver and retreated back to the sidewalk, suddenly aware that he didn't know where he was. He cursed and surveyed his surroundings, realising he'd left the busy streets and bars for one lined with elegant town houses. Streets lights glowed intermittently along the road illuminating the carefully painted facades and gardens.

"Where the fuck am I?" he muttered aloud, reaching into his back pocket to grab his cell. It was empty so he tried the other only to feel a wave of panic attack him. Where was his phone? And his wallet? Where was all his shit?! "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Naruto swore, twisting in circle's as he tried to feel all pockets in his jeans. He patted down his body to ensure the items weren't hidden in his flesh before slapping his forehead.

The motion jogged his memory and all too suddenly a visual of him slapping down his wallet and phone on the table launched itself to his mind eye. Kiba had pulled them aside when another jug came and Naruto had forgotten to claim them again. He turned full circle and began to head the way he came, only to realise he hadn't been paying attention at all to the way he had come from and didn't know to turn right, left or go straight ahead. He gazed at the empty streets in dismay. He'd sobered up almost completely now meaning he'd been walking for a while. He didn't feel puffed though, however with the physical requirements of his profession it didn't really mean much. Running a hand through blond hair Naruto looked at the dark windows staring down at him, no one was up at such a late hour so he had no one to ask. The only solution was to keep walking and hope he stumbled upon a shop or saw a taxi.

With a heaved sigh he began to walk, his footsteps faltering as yellow lights bathed upon him and cast his shadow against the ground. Naruto turned in surprise and saw a sleek silver car slide into one of the driveways. A relieved smile graced his lips as he jogged towards the vehicle, hoping to catch the owner and ask him for directions. He shook his head as a few droplets of rain scattered against his nose. He glared up ironically at the clouds above him before lifting a hand and calling out to the dark figure halfway up their stairs.

"Hey! Hey, sir!" He ran the rest of the way and stopped beside the landing, missing the way the man had tensed upon hearing the call. "Say, you couldn't lend me a hand could you?"

"Why should I?" the English accent asked, sounding strangely familiar to Naruto.

He frowned slightly before shaking it off, dismissing the similarity as all English men sounded the same. "I'm completely lost and I have no way of contacting my friends and I was wonder-" Naruto felt the words die on his tongue as the man turned, a street light nearby illuminating the pale features of none other than – "Sasuke Uchiha?" Naruto said flatly.

Uchiha placed a hand on his hip and smirked down at him, ignoring the rain that had begin to fall ever so slightly harder. "Naruto Uzumaki," he replied in the same bored tone.

They watched each other in silence before Naruto twisting his index fingers against each other. "So, what about it?"

"What about what?" Uchiha snapped.

Naruto flinched. "Helping me out? I really am lost, dude."

"Dude?" Dude?" Sasuke snarled. "Why should I care, Uzumaki? I should report you about what you pulled tonight. Not to mention your complete disregard for tennis as a sport. You make it look like a joke! There are young men and women out there striving to be the best and when they see the way you act and parade on court they assume that being a tennis professional means you have to be a complete arsehole!"

"Bit harsh," Naruto muttered, glancing sideways sullenly. The rain had begun to fall even harder now, a fact Uchiha didn't acknowledge as he continued his rant.

"- way you talk to your coach is disgusting. The way you act around other player's is disgusting. The way you addressed me was unacceptable! I don't understand why you are ranked so high. You spend half the game wooing the crowd and the other half challenging the umpire's decision. Did anyone ever tell you you only get three challenges? Is it because you're American and come from a big, powerful nation that you get away with whatever you want?"

By now Uchiha's words were getting overridden by the sound of rain, Naruto was tempted to shout 'what?' back at him but knew it would only enrage him further.

" – wanker who allowed you on this circuit needs to be kicked out of –"

"Can we do this inside please, I'm getting drenched?" Naruto asked, taking a step forward.

The dark haired man pulled back and shook his head in disgust. He pulled a key from his pants and inserted it into the lock, the door opening smoothly and revealing a tastefully decorated hallway bathed in soft golden light. Taking it as an invitation Naruto ran up the stairs, pushing closed the door as he stepped into the room. There was a coat rack beside the door, an umbrella hung off one of the stems. The rooms leading off the hallway were dark, just like the second floor above them which a wooden staircase led up to invitingly.

"What are you doing?" Uchiha demanded.

"Coming inside?" Naruto replied, raising his eyes to meet Uchiha's. The man was positively scowling at him, Naruto swore he felt the flesh bubble on his face. "Look, assh- er, Uchiha. I'm sorry I'm such a dick on court. I get so fired up when I'm out there and the crowd is cheering for me. I know it's not an excuse, but I really ... am ..." he trailed off as Uchiha's sharp gaze didn't falter.

"Get out of my house," the man snapped.

"Please, Mr. Uchiha, it's raining, hell, it's pouring now and I don't have my phone or my wallet and I have no idea where I am staying at the moment and –"

"You can't even recall your hotel's name? God, you American's are stupid."

Naruto felt his cheeks colour as his patriotic self kicked in. "I'm not staying in a hotel, you douche bag. This wouldn't be such a dilemma if I were!" He calmed himself down and shook his head, droplets of rain running down his face and neck. He missed the way the onyx eyes latched onto the beads of water and followed their descent. "I'm staying with friends. Jiraiya and Tsunade? They're into all the Wimbledon promotions and funding and all that?" Uchiha's face was blank so Naruto continued. "Anyway, I'm staying at their place while I'm over here and never thought to get their address because Sakura is staying with me as well and she normally remembers all that crap."

"Sakura, huh(4)? She's a friend of yours?"

"Yeah, the girl from the bar ... tonight?"

"Hn. I know her. She mustn't be too good a friend if she willingly let you wander off into a strange city with no phone and wallet."

"She would have had her reasons," Naruto defended.

"Flirting with me, you mean?" Uchiha demanded, his expression darkening further.

Naruto blanched slightly and took a small step back. "Uchiha, sir, please. I've apologised and now I am wet and leaving wet puddles on your hardwood floor." Uchiha shot his gaze down at the statement, a scowl marring his lips. "Can't you give me a break this one time?"

Uchiha resumed his glare for a moment before sighing in exasperation. "Wait here," he commanded. He turned and moved down the hallway, a light flicking on towards the end. He returned with a towel, little daises printed prettily over it. "Move aside," he said and crouched down. Naruto felt himself tense as Uchiha sunk to his knees.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he stuttered. His breath got caught in his throat as the man looked up at him through his damp bangs.

"Cleaning the puddle," was the soft reply. He didn't tear his gaze away until the last minute, leaving Naruto standing alone in the hallway with a spine that felt as if it were on fire. "So, do you know the phone number of a friend and we can organise a cab for you?" Uchiha's voice called out from the end of the hallway.

Naruto shifted on his feet uncomfortably. There was a strange sensation bubbling in his gut that he couldn't describe. "Uh, .. I – um, I really don't know their numbers by memory," he returned awkwardly.

Uchiha's head poked itself around the corner of the wall. "Are you playing with my head? And what are you doing still standing there, come down."

Naruto followed the order, noticing his damp shoes left wet streaks on the floor. He winced softly, hoping it wouldn't be noticed. When he rounded the corner he entered a small yet cosy kitchen. There was a large table in the centre, a cutting board and a cylinder of utensils sitting upon it. A bench ran alongside the left hand and back wall, a small sink in the middle and a long window above it. Outside it was dark and Naruto could see his own reflection in the glass. He turned and found Uchiha leaning against a small table, his hands picking at the buttons on his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Naruto asked, slightly miffed as the shirt fell open.

"It's wet. I won't sit around in wet clothes. You've obviously not stayed in England for extended periods of time," Uchiha replied, finishing the buttons and shrugging off the shirt.

Naruto felt his eyes widen slightly as he took in the muscular body of the man across from him. He blinked twice before tearing his gaze away, a shrill whistling giving him an object for his attention. Uchiha crossed to it and lifted it up, it being a small kettle on the gas stove. He withdrew two white cups and matching saucers from an overhanging cupboard and poured the liquid from the kettle inside. The water was a soft brown and Naruto deduced it was tea.

"Thanks, for that," he said, moving to stand a little near Uchiha to receive his cup.

"What do you take with it?" Uchiha asked, turning and placing down the kettle. He grabbed two sugar cubes from a little bowl beside him and plonked them in. A small spoon appeared out of nowhere and he begun to stir, watching the sugar dissolve into the hot water.

"Take it with?" Naruto asked, confused.

Uchiha smirked softly and caught his eyes, the motion making Naruto sway lightly on his feet. His heart rate was suddenly skyrocketing and his pants were beginning to feel unnervingly tight. "Sugar? Milk? Lemon?"

"Oh, nothing ... thanks, Uchiha."

"Sasuke," the man responded, turning to face the window and staring out into the darkness. "At least call me Sasuke."

"Ok, Sasuke," Naruto complied. He reached for his cup and ran his finger along the rim. "You didn't have to do this, I mean, take me in."

Sasuke shrugged his bare shoulders and Naruto bit his lip. The movement had brought alive the ripples in the lean man's back. He turned to face Naruto and without warning pressed the back of his hand against the blond's forehead.

"Stay still," he ordered softly, either ignoring or missing the sharp intake of breath.

"What are you doing?" Naruto demanded softly, his voice threatening to break.

"You look ill, I was just checking your temperature," Sasuke concluded, moving aside his hand. Naruto breathed a soft sigh of relief.

"I'm fine."

"Hn. Well we can't stand here all night, follow me into the sitting room and I'll get my phone book. I should have at least some records of the couple you're staying with."

Naruto nodded and padded after the man, his tea held tightly in one hand. They returned to the hallway and walked back towards the front door only this time turning left and entering a small room outfitted with maroon couches and loveseats, a few bookshelves, coffee table and other small pieces of artwork and furniture. All revealed as Sasuke switched on the light switch.

"I don't really want to sit down, my pants feel damp," he confessed, placing his tea on the coffee table and shrugging slightly.

Sasuke stilled as he looked at the cup. He paused and hesitated, his eyes flicking from Naruto to the steaming beverage. Quietly he leaned over and grabbed a coaster, neatly sliding the tea and saucer on top of it. He did the same with his own and straightened, his dark eyes assessing. He moved over quickly, his fingers stroking along the upper area of Naruto's thigh. Naruto gasped and jumped back, his eyes round with surprise.

"They're fine," Sasuke assured him, pulling back his hand and gesturing to the couch. "Please, sit."

Naruto shook his head in disbelief. "Fuck, you pommies are all hands on, aren't you." He raised both hands in self defence when Sasuke shot him a dark glare. "I didn't mean that to offend you!" he assured, waving lightly. "You should have told me so I didn't get such a shock!"

"Hn." He didn't get anything more so he sat, his eyes watching Sasuke's graceful movements as the brunet withdrew a leather bound black book from a shelf and took a seat beside him.

Naruto shifted lightly in his seat. Did he have to sit so close? There was a perfectly good couch across from him. He watched as the dark haired male leant over and brought his tea towards him, his pale skin still exposed in the soft lighting. The blond swallowed awkwardly and fiddled his fingers together.

"How long have you been living here?" he asked, the silence beginning to irritate his nerves.

"About two years," was the response. Naruto glanced over and saw the man open the book and begin running his finger down the list of names and numbers. "What are you English friend's surnames?"

"They're not English," Naruto corrected. "But, I'm not too sure."

He heard Sasuke emit a soft sigh before turning the coal eyes to look at him. "You're not making this any easier for me, are you?"

Naruto smiled shyly. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm a total nut case."

Sasuke blew a strand of hair that had fallen across his eye aside and picked up his tea. "I was actually just thinking that sober and off court you aren't that bad."

"Really?" Naruto said, a teasing tone coming out with no help from his brain. He coughed lightly and continued. "I mean, really? I guess that is the only time we've ever had dealings with each other. Well, on the court that is. Me being drunk tonight was a first."

"And a last, hopefully," Sasuke said, his sip taken and returning the cup to its saucer. Without meaning to Naruto's eyes followed his fingers, the digits caressing the cup's handle lightly before withdrawing and resting against his knee. That simple gesture, Naruto had never seen anything so erotic. How could a man drink tea and make it look good? How was that even possible? If the man could make him feel so electric with just touching a cup what could he do if he had his fingers wrapped around Naruto's cock?! "Well, you haven't touched yours yet."

The expression on Naruto's face was comical as his dirty thoughts came to a standstill. "What?" Oh, sweet Jesus, did he just say the penis thing out loud? Fuck! Sasuke's expression had morphed into confusion, a delicate eyebrow rising slightly.

"... your tea? I used English Breakfast, you should hav-"

"The tea is fine," Naruto assured him, sagging with relief. To prove his point he leant towards the table and picked up the cup. "See?" He raised the cup to his lips, the scent of the tea tickling his nose. He tilted back his head and parted his lips, ready to take a swig. The idea came to a halt when the scalding liquid touched his tongue, Naruto immediately spitting it right back out again. "Shit!"

Sasuke jumped in shock as Naruto almost threw the cup away from him, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he tried to cool down the burnt muscle.

"Are you okay?" Sasuke asked, leaping to his feet and moving over. He reached for the teacup just as Naruto pulled it away, both hands knocking the beverage and tipping it onto Naruto's slightly damp shirt.

"Fuck!" the blond American exclaimed, jumping in pain and colliding with Sasuke.

Both men fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and curse words. Naruto thanked God he had left his shirt on; otherwise the tea would have burnt his skin. The importance of the thought quickly diminished as he slowly began to realise his position. Sasuke was lying beneath him, his dark hair fanned out around his head and his chest bare and heaving. Naruto was stuck on top of him; his legs parted over one of Sasuke's, his knee dangerously close to the Englishman's crotch. His breathing increased as a faint hint of blush started to colour Sasuke's cheeks, the dark pupils growing wider with anticipation.

"Are you okay?" Sasuke asked one more, his arms slid back slowly so he could lift himself slightly off the ground. "I didn't realise your tea would be so hot."

Naruto didn't realise anyone's breath could be so hot. He could feel it caressing his face as Sasuke spoke. He felt blood begin to pool warmly between his legs. He pushed himself up enough to be free of the sensation, his knee sliding to support him and grinding against Sasuke's crotch. A small whimper flew from Sasuke's mouth and Naruto froze. What was he supposed to do now? He lifted his eyes to meet Sasuke's and knew without a doubt the lust he saw there was mirrored in his own. They stayed in their positions, both feeling their breathing rate increase as Sasuke shifted into Naruto's leg, another whimper floating from his lips as a heavy groan came from Naruto's.

"Naruto," Sasuke whispered, his eyes half-lidded.

Naruto knew he was hard then. The way Sasuke breathed his name confirmed the suspicion. He lifted a hand tentatively, bringing it to rest lightly against Sasuke's cheek. Sasuke lifted himself a little higher and licking dry lips, Naruto allowed himself to descend. He could feel Sasuke's breath again now, the way it fanned over his lips and cheeks. He darted his eyes down to the pale, parted lips and swallowed. Raising his eyes back to Sasuke's own Naruto descended even further, electricity shooting down his spine as their lips met. Naruto had his eyes open, the blue orbs surveying the dark ones of Sasuke. As Sasuke moved his lips gently Naruto let his eyes close and got lost in the sensation. Needless to say the burnt tongue was forgotten.

Sasuke arched into Naruto's leg again, both men whispering a moan each. Sasuke's tongue slipped out and touched Naruto's lips, the blond opening his mouth readily and allowing the tongue to move in and grind against his own. Naruto shifted his leg again so that it pressed more firmly between Sasuke's own. Sasuke pulled himself away from the kiss, a sound caught between a groan and a whimper slipping from his lips. Naruto quickly followed the mouth to collide it with his own again, his hand tightening around Sasuke's jaw as he pulled the brunet forward. Their lips ground and teased against each others, their tongues searched each other's mouths and Naruto felt himself getting light headed as each time their lips met a pleasant tingling sensation followed.

He reluctantly pulled his lips off Sasuke's and moved to an earlobe, Sasuke's breath hitching as he took it between teeth and gently pulled.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke gasped, arching into the firmness of Naruto's thigh as Naruto's lips descended onto Sasuke's neck.

"Ravishing you," Naruto breathed, returning to Sasuke's ear and abusing it with his teeth. Sasuke squirmed below him, sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. "What do you think?"

The pressure held within Naruto's pants was bordering on painful. He lowered his torso in the hopes Sasuke's grinding would bring him into contact with the erection blazing within his jeans. When Sasuke knocked it accidently Naruto cried out before biting down on his lip, straight teeth glinting in the lamp light. Sasuke smirked up at him knowingly and pushed himself up higher, his thigh creating more pressure around Naruto's groin than the blond thought possible. With a seductive glance downwards Sasuke lifted up an arm and gently caressed Naruto's stomach. Naruto groaned low in his throat and met Sasuke's amused obsidian eyes with alight azure ones.

"I'm waiting," he whispered roughly, biting on his lip again as Sasuke's fingers came into contact with the tip of his jeans. "Sasuke," he warned as he felt the man toying with the button.

"Something wrong, Uzumaki?" Sasuke taunted, pressing a thumb firmly against the button and curling his fingers inside the tight jeans. He pulled on the material lightly, the hole beginning to slip over the button excruciatingly slow.

Naruto's heart was in his throat as he watched Sasuke's eyes, the dark irises almost blending into the dilated pupils at the centre. It was as everything was going in slow motion. Sasuke was taking too long to unbutton a pair of damn jeans. He growled lightly and moved into Sasuke's hand, hoping the man would get the idea and hurry the fuck up. He'd never felt more alive than at this moment, waiting for the blissful release that would come when Sasuke unbuttoned his pants and his cock had more room to spring into. He couldn't get over how damn tight he was feeling. He seriously considered his pants to be a hell of a lot tighter than the ass he intended on ploughing once they were off. Sasuke's fingers moved a bit more quickly, the button threatening to undo and Naruto's heart picking up more of the erratic pace it was currently running on.

Then the phone rang.

Sasuke's fingers withdrew in shock, the man turning and glaring at the phone. With laboured breath Naruto followed his gaze. The antique looking black phone lay propped up against a side table against the far wall. It kept ringing. And ringing. And all Naruto could think about was how the asshole on the other end had just ruined the most erotic encounter he had had in years.

"I should get that," Sasuke said, pulling Naruto's eyes to him.

"Why?" Naruto asked huskily.

"It's late. No one would call me this late if it weren't an emergency."

"But – but ... I –"

"You're not going anywhere, are you?" Sasuke interrupted him.

"No," Naruto replied.

"Then I'll get this and we can go back to where we started."

Naruto nodded absently and lifted himself upwards, his penis mentally crying out 'noooooooooo'. Once he was free Sasuke raced to the phone and grabbed it just in time.

"Hello, Sasuke Uchiha speaking." He glanced at Naruto before turning his back to him. "Why are you calling me this late? This better be good, Suigetsu." He fell silent as Suigetsu voiced his response.

Naruto glared angrily at the pale man's back. Suigetsu? What the hell did he think he was doing? It was – Naruto checked his watch (Tag Heuer no less) – almost two in the morning. "Bastard," he muttered, pulling himself up and slumping back against the couch.

"Yes, you did interrupt something," Sasuke said scathingly. "It's two o'clock in the bloody morning." He heard Sasuke scoff as the man gazed up at the ceiling. "Of course I remember. It happened less than two hours ago." More silence. Then in a surprisingly stony voice, Sasuke asked, "why would you think I saw him." Suigetsu replied. "This is surprisingly awkward considering he is sitting in my lounge room right now," Sasuke commented, turning now so Naruto could see his face.

Naruto frowned at him and mouthed 'what the hell?'

Sasuke shrugged before sighing loudly. "Suigetsu? Calm down. No. Shut up. Shut up. Yes, give me the address." He turned again and opened a drawer pulling a pen and paper from it. He nodded along and added an 'uh-huh' as he scribbled something on the paper.

Naruto cocked his head and tried to peer around him though knowing with the distance between them he had no hope of reading the words anyway. "- the fuck," he muttered as Sasuke put the pen back in the drawer and nodded once more.

"No, it's none of your business what he's doing here. No. No. Suigetsu. Yes, you can tell the pink-haired Barbie and that dog-faced lunatic that he's safe and I'll have him 'round promptly." With those final words Sasuke hung up and phone and faced Naruto with crossed arms.

"What?" Naruto demanded defensively. "What was all that about?"

Sasuke groaned in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose. "After I left it seems Suigetsu and a few of our other colleagues stayed behind at that bar we found you in. Needless to say your friends started to worry about your whereabouts so they called the friends you were staying with only to find out you weren't there. Then they called your mobile phone only to find out that they had it beside them. The girl you were with started panicking and freaking out enough for Suigetsu to notice and complain. When he was told it was because you were missing your friends somehow managed to convince him to help look for you. Then the guy with the terrible tattoos on his face got the idea in his head that because I drove home I might have seen you walking the streets. Then Suigetsu called me and now I have the address for the place you are staying at." He turned and grabbed the piece of paper, his hand waving it in the air languidly. "Do you know they live one street away from where we are right now?"

"Really?" Naruto asked sheepishly. "I truly didn't know." He smiled in relief. "Thank God! They have my wallet and cell! I don't have to worry about them anymore." The smile slowly faded as he saw the stern expression on Sasuke's face. "I suppose then you'd be eager to get me home so that you can go to bed, right?"

Sasuke sighed and moved towards him. "I suppose, yes. That is the proper thing to do." He sunk onto the couch and faced Naruto expectantly. "Everyone is going to wonder why you stayed here instead of returning to the bar."

"Let them wonder!" Naruto exploded, Sasuke jumping in fright. "You'd think I was a four-year-old who couldn't cross the street without parental supervision!"

"You do realise that the bar we were at is just a ten minute walk away and you managed to get lost. Despite walking there from your accommodation in the first place?" Sasuke commented dryly.

"How do you know we walked there?" Naruto asked, his face colouring.

"Your friends assumed you had walked back home since you obviously would have remembered the way. That is what they told Suigetsu, anyway."

Naruto groaned and covered his face with a hand. "I'm such a moron. I almost wish I was still drunk so I had an excuse for what happened tonight." He took away the hand to smile at Sasuke but found the other man was giving him the nastiest glare he'd ever seen. "What?"

"Yes. What a shame you weren't drunk," he spat, rising to his feet angrily. "I'm going to grab a shirt and then I'll take you back to where you belong so that you don't have to regret anything more."

He stormed past a confused Naruto. "What? Sasuke! Wait!" Naruto rose to his feet and ran after him, Sasuke already have ascended the first half of his staircase. "Wait up, man! What's your problem?" He ran up after him and followed him into a dark room. The light came on and Naruto stumbled back slightly, noticing he was in Sasuke's bedroom.

"Get out. I want to change," Sasuke growled, facing Naruto and glaring at him. "Now."

"What the fuck is your problem?" Naruto demanded angrily.

Sasuke snorted and folded his arms across his chest. He was standing in front of an enormous bed, a tasteful blue coloured designer comforter sitting atop it. "I apologise you weren't drunk enough to enjoy the past half hour. If I had have known you needed to be off your fucking face to enjoy my company I would have brought out the brandy instead of the tea." He paused and turned his head sideways. "Or left you in the streets full stop."

Naruto spluttered incoherently before stabbing a finger in Sasuke's direction. "You have issues! Issues, man! Where the hell did you get the idea that I didn't enjoy your company? I have a hard on the size of fucking Texas in my pants right now and you think I didn't enjoy it?" He grabbed his dick to prove his point only to find the organ had shrunk dramatically since his last observation. "Oh ... well ... I had one the size of Texas." He rolled his eyes and groaned. "Well at least now I don't have to go rub one out in the shower anymore seeing as this is obviously over."

"'This'?" Sasuke questioned, his glare softening slightly.

"The chemistry or whatever you want to call it," Naruto answered, gesturing idly between them. "You had me hotter than a teenager looking at porn but that mood's gone now isn't it." He mimicked Sasuke's posture of crossed arms and marred brows. "Isn't it?"

The question was answered as both men ran for each other at the same time. Their bodies connected as arms reached from each other and hands grasped lewdly. Naruto emitted a growl as Sasuke grabbed his forgotten penis and began kneading it firmly through the jeans. Naruto reached for Sasuke's, the raven emitting his own type of growl as Naruto's fingers came into contact with semi-hard cock nestled in the dark pants. Suddenly Sasuke's hands were gone and were placed on Naruto's shoulders firmly pushing him onto the bed. Naruto fell back with an 'oomph' and Sasuke followed, his body writhing over the American's as he ground their crotch's together. They both moaned loudly and their lips found each other's. They moved up the bed until Naruto's head was resting against the pillows. Shoes were kicked off and Naruto's shirt was hastily removed and thrown off to the side. Sasuke rubbed his bulge against Naruto's while his fingers reached down and grasped at the button in Naruto's jeans. This time there was no waiting period as Sasuke took his time. Within the space of a second the button was undone and the fly had been dealt with accordingly. Naruto whispered something unintelligible as Sasuke's hand found his erection again and began rubbing it through the light material of his boxers.

"Shit!" he cursed, lifting his hips up into the touch. He swore again as Sasuke began to pull down boxers and jeans, the material tickling against his legs. "Sasuke!" he whined, the cool air tickling his sensitive erection. The air soon became warm and Naruto glanced down to see Sasuke's mouth hanging tauntingly over the weeping head.

"You sure you aren't still wishing you were drunk, Naruto?" Sasuke asked teasingly, his tongue darting out to lick at the tip. Naruto groaned low and hard as the pink tongue darted out again, this time toying with the ridge of his engorged head.

"Shut up, bastard," he whispered, snaking an arm down to clutch possessively in Sasuke's hair. "By the way, you have hair like a girl," he joked softly, a smile cracking his lips crookedly.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow before gently grabbing the base of Naruto's cock in a hand, the blond curls tickling beneath it. "All the better for you to hold while I give you the best head you've ever had."

Naruto laughed and thrust lightly in the firm grip. "Big call," he said dryly.

"Almost as big as my cock," Sasuke smirked, beginning to lower his lips onto the proud erection.

"Think a lot of yourself, don't yo-fuck!" Naruto's head flung back into the pillows as Sasuke's mouth clasped around his penis. A tongue darted out and licked slowly against the thick vein running alongside it.

"You were saying?" Sasuke asked, his smirk evident in his tone.

His lips suckled at the organ again, this time drifting down and swallowing more of the erection in his mouth. Naruto tightened his fingers in Sasuke's hair as he felt the warm, moist heat of Sasuke's mouth descend even further onto his quivering penis. He thrashed lightly as Sasuke pulled his lips up towards the head before slipping down again, this time slipping down far enough for Naruto to strike the back of the brunet's throat.

"Fuck," he whimpered, Sasuke repeating the motion and allowing Naruto's tip to press firmly against the hot skin. He clenched his hand tightly in the thick hair and tried to steady his breathing. If Sasuke didn't watch it he'd be fucking his mouth senseless within seconds.

Despite the tight grasp in the black hair Sasuke didn't stop. His tongue swirled and toyed with Naruto's shaft, even dipping down to tease lightly against Naruto's pucker, the action making the blond almost fly off the bed in surprise. Naruto pulled his head up and looked down to watch Sasuke's lips engulf his length. He couldn't fit him in entirely, and each time Naruto hit the back of his throat the man gagged softly. Naruto smiled indulgently and used a hand to guide Sasuke faster up and down his length. Sasuke's eyes darted upwards and challenged him softly. Naruto chuckled and speeded up his rhythm, thrusting his hips in time to meet with the hot cavern that was Sasuke's mouth.

He could feel ripples of pleasure overcoming his body, each time getting stronger and stronger as they gathered in his gut and waited to burst. He felt his cock begin to twitch in Sasuke's firm hold, his hand pumping steadily at the base, his spare hand and fingers working lovingly against his sac. He was close. Oh heavens above he was so close. Sasuke just needed to keep doing that thing with his tongue before he –

"Oh, fuck you," Naruto moaned as Sasuke pulled away and sat up. He shook his head at the male and sighed loudly. "I suppose. Better me cumming somewhere else, right?" he grinned.

Sasuke scoffed and unbuttoned his pants. "No need to announce it," he said. He moved off the bed to better aid in his mission to get the garment off.

Naruto waggled his eyebrows at him as he slowly shimmied out of his pants, the underwear slipping off straight afterwards. Sasuke's cock sprung out and made Naruto groan softly. He didn't shave but obviously kept things in order as Naruto observed the only visible patches of curly, black hair was at the base of the thick shaft that Sasuke now had gently started to pump.

Naruto sat up and gestured Sasuke back onto the bed. "Come here," he growled, his eyes widening as Sasuke provocatively spread his legs as he got on the bed. Naruto swallowed and guided Sasuke onto his back, his hand batting away Sasuke's as Naruto calloused fingers wrapped themselves around the erection.

Sasuke sucked in a breath of air sharply, his eyes closing as Naruto leant over and guided the cock into his mouth. The scent hit him in the nose and he inhaled deeply, believing no man had ever smelt as good. He licked from the base to the tip, repeated the motion and then plunged the whole thing in, his lips working up and down while his hand turned left and right.

"Uhh!" Sasuke whimpered, his legs spreading and revealing to Naruto that he had ridded himself of any extra hair. The man shaved after all ... or waxed. Naruto mentally shrugged. Whatever he did it was fucking good.

Naruto melted into a puddle as he brought a finger to toy against Sasuke's crack. Another whimper greeted his ears and Naruto knew there would be no question as to who was on top and who bottomed. He played with Sasuke's cock enough to ensure he was completely hard. He sat up and brought two fingers to his lips, wetted them accordingly and brought them down to press softly against Sasuke's tight hole.

"We're doing this?" Naruto breathed, smiling when Sasuke opened his eyes and nodded. "We're doing this," he repeated, much to himself as he pushed a single digit deep into Sasuke's ass.

Sasuke groaned and Naruto cursed. It was so hot. Everything about Sasuke was hot. He looked down at the pale body thrusting in the sheets beneath him. Sasuke had balled some of the duvet within his hands as Naruto inserted and removed a finger sensually within him. He slowly added another finger in and received a pleasured shout as response. He slowly started separating them, the motion making Sasuke pant softly. Naruto didn't need to touch himself to keep his erection firm and ready. Just watching Sasuke was bringing him close to cumming. He quickly pulled out his fingers and glanced around the room.

"Sasuke, lube?"

"Right hand table," Sasuke breathed, his own hand coming and massaging his cock greedily.

"Don't go without me," Naruto hissed, sliding off the bed and rummaging through the drawer. He found the tube and returned to the bed. "Keep still," he ordered, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers and lathering himself up.

With one hand he grabbed Sasuke's knee and moved closer. He positioned himself before Sasuke's entrance and slowly thrust in. Sasuke whimpered softly and held still as the potentially painful insertion was complete. Once Naruto was inside the brunet relaxed slightly, his hand remained wrapped around his cock but was still. Naruto began to pull out and met the rising of Sasuke's hips as they began to build momentum.

"Oh, fuck, Naruto!" Sasuke cried out, pushing himself up into Naruto's cock. "Argh!"

Naruto closed his eyes as he felt himself slide in and out of the tight channel. This was everything he wanted. He brought his other hand up to grip Sasuke's spare thigh and began to pound into him relentlessly. He had stamina that was always left untouched until he got into bed with someone. As he angled himself to hit Sasuke's prostate he grinned roughly. A loud cry escaped Sasuke's mouth as the man lost control of the rhythm they had tried to sustain. Grunting Naruto gripped Sasuke's thighs tight and ploughed the ass so willingly offered to him. Sweat beaded on his brow as he focused on hitting the right spot into the raven. By the erotic and wanton sounds flying from Sasuke's lips he knew he was aiming right.

"Fuck, Sasuke. Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, eyes narrowing as he watched Sasuke's hand slip up and down against his cock. The competitive side in Naruto kicked in and he used a hand to throw away Sasuke's, his own tan one gripping the cock and pumping it in time with his thrusts. "I'm the one you're going to cum onto, not your own hand," he growled, lowering himself to catch Sasuke into a teeth-clacking kiss.

They continued at the erratic pace until Naruto felt Sasuke's walls begin to compress around him. He buried his face into Sasuke's hair and panted words of affection as Sasuke came with a loud cry. Naruto followed him, the clenching walls encouraging the ripples to overflow and wash over him with white hot pleasure. He growled into Sasuke's hair and turned his head to complete the vocal motion in his ear.

Once he felt himself finish he pulled out, uncaring of the mess it would leave on the clean material below them. He manoeuvred himself onto his back and pulled Sasuke into the crook of his shoulder, groaning softly as the cum splattered across Sasuke's abdomen pressed into his side. They lay there in silence, the only sounds interrupting the reflection of their actions was the heaving breathing coming from the two of them. Slowly their heart rates steadied and their breathing levelled out.

"Naruto, we – "

"I know we should be cleaning up and getting a move on," Naruto interrupted softly. He closed his eyes and tightened the hold around Sasuke's shoulders. "I'm not ready to go just yet."

Sasuke pressed his lips lightly against the tan chest and rested his chin above a nipple. "I was going to suggest we blow off your friends and just spend the night together."

Naruto opened a blue eye and looked at Sasuke appreciatively. "That's a hell of a lot better than the calls you do on court."

Sasuke pouted and looked askance. "Don't mock my job. I'm good at what I do."

"And I'm good at what I do," Naruto argued back, playfully. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "I admit I'm better in the sack."

Sasuke tried to keep a stern face but failed, a little grin tilting the corner of his mouth upwards. "You are so –"

"Charming? Handsome? Devilishly handsome? I know." Naruto lifted a hand and brushed aside a strand of damp hair. "Don't make me remind you."

Sasuke smirked. "Is that a challenge?"

"I get three remember?"

Sasuke rolled onto his back and allowed his hand to wander down towards the hard on steadily growing at Naruto's crotch. "Yeah, you do. And that was only your first."

Did someone say massive? Yes, this was certainly a wonderful, time-tolling experience that I have finally completed. And I am happy.

This is quietly dedicated to Dante's Waltz. The most perfect reviewer whom I can only hope that I have now warped her outlook towards tennis, like I did late-night drive through service. :D

I will quietly say that I love the ending. Like, super love it. After I wrote it I left my room with a smile on my face. ... corny? I know. And I do have a life! Don't hate me! Haha. My job isn't that taxing in hours at the moment so I'm taking advantage of the late night's and late morning's to get in some writing for you all. :) ... so, review, yeah? Cheers! :)

Ok, my little number guide.

1 - Lol. Orange Nike shorts. I couldn't resist!

2 - Limey is a term used to describe the English. Along with Pom, etc. I thought I'd add it in just in case it wasn't understood. Sorry if this offended anyone! I just needed it to add depth to my characters!

3 - John McEnroe. The most craziest tennis player (and the greatest ... after Andy Roddick, of course). Watch some of the video's on YouTube to get an idea :)

4 - The episode where Sasuke finally meets Sakura and Naruto again and goes: 'Sakura, huh.' Omg, loved it. So much. The voice actor for Sasuke is perfect. The voice is so hawt!

Also, I was going to go in and explain the rules behind tennis, but I can't be bothered. I started but gave up because it was going to add on an extra 1000 words or so. So, please, take my advice and just enjoy the story and try not worry about the rules too much. Also, I know Sasuke should have sighted unsportsman like conduct within the game but I added it in and it didn't run smoothly. Please forgive my error's if you are a massive tennis fan! Or even just a fan in general of being precise!

Thanks guys. I appreciate your comments! The next upload should be as big if not bigger than this one, and it looks as if it's going to be great.


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Confessing your rape fantasies is one thing. Confessing what you did was another.

Did I ever think you would be confessing your rape fantasies to me? No! We have been friends since we were little. I grew up with you in the same small town. College is what separated us. Our schools were on different sides of the state.  But before we left, we decided it was time to fuck each other. We weren’t virgins or anything; the opposite.  We had so much fun telling each other our sex stories with other people, but we never did the deed.

The night before we had to leave, we fucked. It was amazing. I had been with guys before, but you fucked me so hard. It was like it was instinctual for us. You definitely knew what you were doing. When you started pulling my hair and choking me it just made me wetter. You fucked me rough and raw. It was dirty but you knew what I liked and what I lusted after telling you all my sex stories.

But I didn’t think anything more of it. You were a good fuck and a good friend.

Then you invited me to visit your campus. You were about to graduate early and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. When I arrive, I notice a lot of news stories in the local papers. Women in the area were making claims of rapes by someone drugging them at bars. They would wake up, but wouldn’t remember anything.

It was a little spooky, but I knew I would be safe with you. So I didn’t think twice about it. Once I found you on campus, we had a nice dinner, and then you said you wanted me to see the skyline. I have a fear of heights, but I love good views. From the roof, all you could hear were occasional sounds of the city. You sat down next to me and told me you had something to confess to me. I wasn’t expecting what you started to tell me. Confessing your rape fantasies was the easy part. Because what you had really done came next.

It was you who was raping the women around town.

You were the serial rapist who was fucking college girls! Your count of offenses was too high and you couldn’t even remember. All the details just turned me on more. I sensed you figured it would and that’s why you told me everything. Once your friend told you they had the ability to get massive amounts of date rape drugs, you haven’t slowed down at all. There were so many college bars in this town and you wanted to hit them all.

Once you told me your plan, I was grinning ear to ear.

“Let’s fucking do this together!” I exclaimed hornier then I have ever been. And just like that, you had yourself a partner in crime. It was just like Bonnie and Clyde only darker. We planned what bar we would hit next, and while we planned we started fucking hard. Your cum felt even better knowing what we would do tomorrow night.

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Stay tuned for part two next week! Can’t wait? Call me for some hot phone sex!


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There’s a dark, evil drug out there that men mainline all the time, and they don’t even realize they’re taking it. No, it’s not a literal drug. However it does work in the same manner, and this evil drug is what keeps most men powerless with women.

This drug is “Beauty.”

And if you haven’t learned to control your mental programming then you are likely controlled by the standard mental programming – you lose your confidence and decision making ability while dealing with a beautiful woman. There are many studies that demonstrate average men suffer impaired decision making abilities when dealing with beautiful women.

There are even studies that show looking at attractive female breast makes a man healthier. I can say for a fact, nice boobs do make men happy as seen at every party cove, swimming pool, spring break or any other party that led to beautiful women showing what they have and smiling men going nuts.

It has been proven that men looking at beautiful women release endorphins and dopamine into the man’s brain, causing a spike of pleasure in the man’s reward section of the brain. This is even more documented at the speed men try to avoid unattractive women in favor of looking at attractive women.

If you are a man that has not had the pleasure of logically understand and attracting many beautiful women into your sexual life, then you likely suffer from this addiction.

Yes, it is an addiction. Similar to anything you get hooked on – like Cocaine, Methamphetamine, and Amphetamine.

Just seeing a beautiful girl releases pleasure chemicals in the brain, making you feel “pleasure” just from looking at her. This is considered a reward feedback and it is part of what makes a man crave looking at or even being with beautiful women. I believe this feedback loop is what can make a man addicted porn, strip clubs or even just clubs where lot’s of beautiful women are present. If the man does not have the inner confidence and ability to attract women like this, the next best thing is to be in a situation to see beautiful girls.

Think about this in your own life. Have you ever seen a woman so hot that it just mesmerized you? You couldn’t stop staring, your mouth got dry, your heart raced. In that one instant you felt the rush of endorphins and dopamine, but this is also where your mental programming kicks in. This is where most men stare too long and become creepy, or make some “wolf call” or other stupid comment signaling they are of lower value than the woman.

For many men, they don’t even do this. In the same instant they are seeing the beautiful woman, they are also tearing their inner confidence to shreds. A literal “salt the earth” mental conversation that destroys not only your odds of being with this girl, but any future girl.

You know the inner conversation your subconscious maliciously whispers to your conscious:
“She is too good for you.”
“You could never get a girl like that.”
“She is out of your league.”
“She would never like a guy that looks like you.”

And on and on our inner dialogue goes.

The key for most men to is learn to subdue this “reward feedback loop” and make that subconscious support your confident, masculine ability.

I could find no scientific studies on this, but this is what I believe Alpha men do with beautiful women. They have so much experience with women that they no longer:
Feel the reward loop of seeing a beautiful women
Experience an inner conversation that promotes their belief of high value compared to the beautiful women
Take action based on their wants and what they know they can do.

So what is a man to do to win against this normal beauty biology?

Well, I believe there are only 3 solutions. As a man you can:
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Lower Your Standards – and many men do. They can’t get the hot girls, so they settle for the less than desirable women. Then they reprogram their subconscious to accept that this is what they really wanted.

Experience lots of beautiful women – put yourself into positions that you naturally have to interact with many beautiful women so that when you see a new one, you are not impressed. Typically this means being in a “work” type of environment so the possibility of sex is removed and the females have to interact with you in a politically correct manner. Couple this environment with learning some game tactics and attraction triggers, and the man can slowly retrain his subconscious to not be a slave to the beauty feedback. This is what the “natural” usually has going for him – a strong frame taught by a masculine teacher and being placed into environments where they experienced lots of positive feedback from beautiful women at an early age.

Train Your Subconscious
– you can retrain your subconscious mind to naturally increase how you feel about yourself. In the seduction world, we call this “inner game”. This is your belief system and mental roadmaps about who you are and what you believe.

Everything you do is because you have been trained to do it. Some of it is natural biology, or cultural, but it still reinforces your behavior.

With just a little understanding of how women truly respond to certain social situations coupled with new mental programming you can easily become the kind of man that responds positively to beautiful women.

I know I have. 15 years ago I would be terrified to approach and flirt with a young, hot girl. Now, it is simply automatic. And by learning how to change this mental programming, my interactions are usually positive, fun, and sexually charged with the woman eagerly welcoming my advances (or even rushing the next steps) .

By having this mental programming and knowledge you become the chooser. You automatically challenge women, you qualify them, you fearlessly tease them and you never supplicate to them.

It is a very self-fulfilling prophesy. The worse your mental programming, the worse you will do with women. The better your mental programming, the more women you get.

And don’t forget the power of preselection. The more women you get, the more you can have.

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  1. Snuddy on December 6, 2015

    A while ago when I was first quitting porn I read on certain forums like “nofap” that avoiding masturbation entirely for long periods of time changed mood and gave people “superpowers” (like confidence boosts and better drive) as well as sometimes even fixing ED.

    Getting off porn was massive in changing my frame (the type I was into distorted my view of women heavily) and it made me less depressed, but avoiding masturbation itself barely changed things. Ive figured it was just the simple pattern interrupt that caused the “superpowers”, but then again I’ve heard stories.

    Curious what your take is on all that NoFap stuff is, as odd as it all sounds.

    • AlphaX Author on December 7, 2015

      Good question. I think it is a crutch – just like peacocking, alcohol or anything else you use to boost your confidence that is not your genuine understanding and know how. With that said, I have tried it all. Never worked for me – but I do believe any man working on building his confidence, regardless of the tool he uses, the better off he is.


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