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The club was alive, pulsing with lights and deep thrumming bass that Naruto could feel in his bones. It smelled like sweat, alcohol, and cheap cologne, a mix that should’ve been gross but just added to the atmosphere. Everything was hazy too many drinks, too many hits off whatever Shikamaru passed him earlier.
Ino and Sakura were dancing, laughing against each other, their hands all over each other in that way they always were when they got drunk. Shikamaru was slouched at the bar, lazily exhaling smoke, looking like he was about to pass out.
Naruto wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he knew he hadn’t found it yet.
He let his eyes wander over the dance floor, the bar, the groups of people pressed into dark corners. Same types as always, the club kids, the wannabe influencers taking shaky selfies, the goths and punks who practically lived here.
And then, there he was.
Naruto’s breath stilled for half a second.
Leaning against the far wall, was the hottest guy Naruto had ever seen. Messy black hair, sharp cheekbones, a tight fishnet top that did nothing to hide the way his body was built. Black skinny jeans hung just right on his hips, and his arms were crossed, his fingers tapping against his bicep like he was bored.
He looked untouchable.
And Naruto immediately wanted to touch him.
He could already hear Ino’s voice in his head ''Of course you’re into the emo boy. Could you be any more predictable?''
Yeah, maybe, but fuck it.
Naruto ran a hand through his hair, straightened his crop top, and made his way over, moving without thinking too much about it. He wasn’t the type to hesitate. If he wanted something, he went for it.
And right now? He wanted.
Naruto didn’t stop moving until he was right in front of him, too close, toes nearly brushing Sasuke’s boots. Up close, he was even hotter, sharp jaw, dark eyes lined with just the right amount of smudged eyeliner, lips that looked like they knew too many secrets. The fishnet top clung to his lean frame, and Naruto could see just enough of his collarbones, the dips and curves of his body, to know he wanted to see more.
Sasuke glanced at him, and for a second, it was like Naruto wasn’t even worth the effort. Like he was just another random guy in the club trying to get his attention.
Naruto hated that.
So he leaned in, grinning, brattier than usual, voice smooth with alcohol.
“You always look this miserable, or is it just ‘cause I wasn’t here yet?”
Sasuke’s lips twitched. Not a smile, but not nothing.
“Wow,” he said flatly, taking a slow sip of his drink, barely acknowledging him. “That’s what you’re going with?”
Naruto smirked, tilting his head. “You saying you’ve heard it before?”
“No,” Sasuke said, finally looking at him, really looking. His gaze dragged down Naruto’s body, taking in the crop top, the way his low rise jeans clung to his hips, the light sheen of sweat on his skin. It was slow, almost lazy, like he wasn’t in a rush to decide whether or not Naruto was worth his time.
Naruto felt his stomach flip, heat curling low in his gut. He ignored it.
“You checking me out?” he teased, shifting his weight, playing it up. “Can’t blame you. I did get all pretty just for you.”
Sasuke huffed, shaking his head slightly, but his eyes lingered. Naruto knew that look. Knew what it meant when someone was trying not to look too interested but was failing just a little.
“You always this full of yourself?” Sasuke asked, arching a brow.
“Nah,” Naruto said, biting his lip, letting his eyes drop to Sasuke’s mouth before flicking back up. “Just when I know I look good.”
Sasuke exhaled through his nose, a barely there smirk forming at the corner of his lips.
Yeah. Naruto had him.
“So what’s your deal?” Naruto asked, tilting his head. “You just standing here looking hot for fun, or are you actually waiting for someone?”
Sasuke leaned back against the wall, fingers tapping lazily against his glass. “Not really waiting.”
“Good,” Naruto hummed. “Would’ve sucked if I had competition.”
Sasuke scoffed, finally setting his drink down on a table beside him. His fingers were long, graceful, and Naruto was already thinking about what they’d feel like on his skin.
“Do you ever stop talking?” Sasuke asked, voice dry but amused now.
Naruto grinned. “You want me to stop?”
Sasuke gave him a long look before shaking his head. “Didn’t say that.”
Naruto’s grin widened. “Figured. I’m Naruto, by the way.”
Sasuke studied him for a moment, then finally, finally answered.
“Sasuke.”
Naruto hummed, rolling the name over in his head. He liked how it sounded. Liked the way Sasuke said it slow, deliberate, like he wasn’t in a rush.
“You gonna let me buy you a drink,” Naruto continued, stepping just a little closer, “or are you just gonna stand here looking pretty all night?”
Sasuke tilted his head, eyes dark under the flashing club lights. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you actually have something interesting to say.”
Naruto smirked, stomach flipping again, heat sparking between them like static electricity.
“Oh, I’ve got plenty to say,” he murmured. “But I think we both know talking’s not really what you’re interested in.”
Sasuke’s smirk widened just a little, but enough to tell Naruto exactly where this night was headed.
And fuck, he couldn’t wait.
Sasuke’s smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, like he’d just figured something out. His gaze dragged over Naruto’s face, then down his body, slow and deliberate. He wasn’t even trying to hide it now.
“You talk a lot,” Sasuke murmured, voice smooth and low.
Naruto tilted his head, grinning. “Yeah? And?”
Sasuke barely lifted his drink, fingers tracing the rim of the glass like he had all the time in the world. His eyes flicked back up, dark and unreadable.
“Wonder what it’d take to shut you up.”
Naruto’s stomach flipped. Heat curled in his gut, spreading everywhere.
Sasuke was watching him, waiting, like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear Naruto say it anyway.
Naruto licked his lips, slow, deliberate, and leaned in just enough to tease. “Dunno,” he hummed. “But you’re welcome to try.”
Sasuke exhaled through his nose, almost like a laugh. His hand lifted, fingers brushing against Naruto’s waist where his shirt had ridden up. Barely a touch, but it sent a shiver down Naruto’s spine.
“Figure you’d be more fun if you weren’t running your mouth,” Sasuke said, voice quieter now.
Naruto smirked. “You like that I run my mouth.”
Sasuke tilted his head like he was considering it. “Maybe.”
That one word hit harder than it should have.
Sasuke leaned in, lips close to Naruto’s ear, so close Naruto could feel the warmth of his breath. “Wanna find out?”
There was nothing to think about. “Obviously.”