Yo! You won't believe how excited I am about this one. It's definitely not easy to write, especially because it doesn't have too much angst. Shocking, right? Me, not writing a shit-ton of angst? But exploring this side of writing has been fun. Hard, but very fun.

Beta-ed by the lovely Loveroffanfiction

So, without further ado...

Enjoy!

It shouldn't have surprised him that Naruto would be upset.

He didn't particularly care for the pout, or the heavy, but still shining blue eyes. An hour ago, he didn't care for the alcohol. But that changed after Naruto somehow convinced him to stop working—and how he managed that, Sasuke didn't know—but the desired results were in, because a numbing buzz drifted through his mind, and although Naruto had his arms crossed in an almost childish gesture, Sasuke could tell he was happy that the effects of alcohol could, in fact, affect him.

"I still can't believe you're only here for a week." Naruto said, his tan arm reaching for the bottle of ale. Naruto insisted on drinking as a way to celebrate Sasuke's return from a three month mission. And now, after getting Sasuke to take a few gulps, he plopped onto Sasuke's shoulder.

Sasuke blinked as a mop of blond found itself tangled against his neck, and he let his hand hover over Naruto's hair. He'd always had this strange urge to comb his hands through Naruto's hair. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch, and Sasuke had always been so curious about it. He wanted to feel those soft locks between his fingers. To smooth out the birds-nest and fix the monstrosity of tangles that no doubt took over, and with a soothing buzz resounding through his head, the possibility of actually touching that hair felt real. So when Naruto nuzzled his head in the crook of Sasuke's neck, Sasuke dug his hands in.

And it wasn't what he expected.

There weren't nearly as many tangles as Sasuke anticipated. Instead, he found that it was curly and rough—not messy as he always thought, but impossible to tame, just as Naruto claimed.

And if it weren't for the fact that his hair was anything but, Sasuke would have called it soft simply because there was a smoothness to it that he couldn't describe.

Sasuke smiled, leaning back into the couch and letting the alcohol take him. They'd been lounging around for hours. In the back of his mind, he knew that he should be working on the mission report. It was due in a few hours. But the more Naruto laughed and talked and squeezed his hand, the less work Sasuke wanted to do.

And so he stopped working, took some of that alcohol, and drowned himself in everything Naruto.

And the best part of it all was when Naruto rested his head on his lap, shoulder or chest. Sometimes all three as he tried to fight the restlessness that overtook him. And had Sasuke been able to concentrate properly, he might have pushed Naruto away. Few people were allowed to touch him. But Naruto had always been an exception, hadn't he? Besides, the buzz in his mind smoothed out when Naruto held onto him, or when Sasuke held onto Naruto, or when he thread his fingers through those golden locks.

"You can always come with me." He whispered, a flutter settling in his stomach as he gently pressed his lips to Naruto's head.

But Naruto would never do that.

Sasuke coiled his finger around a particularly long lock as Naruto breathed in deeply. He felt himself relax more and more as the clock ticked by. A strange warmth flowed through his body, and he often found himself curling his toes as he glanced down at that beautiful mop of golden hair. It wasn't like Ino's bleached blonde hair. No. Naruto's hair was golden, like the sun.

Naruto settled himself in Sasuke's lap, face tilted ever so slightly into his neck. He didn't know exactly what they were doing—why they were holding each other like this—it wasn't like they were a couple. But Sasuke snaked an arm around Naruto's waist anyways. It wasn't like they never found themselves in odd positions while sparring. But this was different. It felt different. Felt intimate.

They often had the other pinned to the ground while sparring, gazing into each other's eyes, hands clasping the others wrist to keep them held down. They would just sit there, one straddling the other. Whoever was on top depended on who managed to topple the other. Usually it was Sasuke. And sometimes it was Naruto. But lately, Naruto would drag his hand through Sasuke's hair, fingertips leaving a trail of warmth on Sasuke's scalp. But then he would scrunch his nose and throw himself off of Sasuke with some excuse to head home.

Naruto smacked his lips, hands clasped tight to the bottle. "Hmmm, but I have friends here, ya know? People I don't wanna leave. I'll miss them."

Except Naruto always said that.

Naruto shuffled until he was no longer sitting on his lap, but had his thighs pressed against Sasuke's hips, straddling him like they did while sparring. His hands held the soft cushion of the couch—right beside Sasuke's head— so that Sasuke was pinned. But again, this was different. Because Naruto's eyes were so, so blue, a shade of sky and azure and Naruto. And they weren't sparring. They were talking, and they were drunk, and they were having fun.

He could feel Naruto's breath on his face, the heat of his skin, and Sasuke cocked his head. Naruto's eyes were dilated, a sure sign that he was drunk as well.

Sasuke squinted, his vision blurring around the edges of Naruto's face. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let anyone get so close to him—mentally or physically—excluding the times when he fought with Naruto. But this was different. Better. Even when he had to focus more to make out the shape of his face, Sasuke still didn't mind.

He grabbed the bottle again. Naruto's face was reddening from the alcohol. They'd been drinking gradually for hours now, and by how light their current bottle was, they'd have to run to the pantry to grab some more.

He blinked owlishly as Naruto smiled. It was a small smile, one that sent another buzz of warmth through his mind, and Sasuke squinted. For some reason, he felt as though there was something important about that smile. Something beautiful but also missing. So he tried to figure it out, but when Naruto nuzzled himself into Sasuke's chest, he decided it best to let it go.

He looked down at Naruto, rubbing his hand up and down his back in rhythmic circles. His body felt so light right now. So warm. The alcohol must have been taking some real effects, because he couldn't remember the last time he felt this good.

And he didn't want it to end.

"Yeah, alright. Not coming with. I get it."

He lulled his head back. A part of himself still believed that maybe someday, Naruto would run away with him. Konoha had done so much harm in the past. And yet the village still had so much of Naruto's loyalty.

He heaved a deep breath. Naruto's skin was warm on his chest, and unconsciously, he wove his fingers between those blond locks again. Naruto's hair was always so soft. Thick, but soft, and Sasuke loved threading his fingers through his scalp.

And by the way Naruto leaned closer, he loved it, too.

"You don't have to keep traveling with me if you get lonely." Sasuke said.

Naruto stiffened, and Sasuke's fingers stopped their continuous motion as Naruto sat back up. His eyes held a tint of red when he looked at Sasuke, and the tension in his neck made his pulse pop.

"I'm not lonely." He said.

"I never said you were."

Naruto pushed on his chest, a frown marring his face as he scrunched his eyes.

"I'm not!"

Sasuke shook his head. "No." He said, "I suppose you're not."

When I'm around, at least.

Naruto never, not once, tried to gather attention when Sasuke was around.

"But maybe," Naruto said. "There's something that can bind us together."

Sasuke quirked a brow, grabbing the bottle of alcohol and taking several more gulps.

The faint dots lining his vision made thinking rather difficult, and Sasuke glanced at the large pile of paperwork he still had to fill out. He didn't want to do it, but wasn't that why he was talking instead? Naruto's mouth was still moving, saying things that Sasuke could only understand as mumbles, and he squinted once more at him.

Bind us together.

He definitely liked the sound of it. Loved it even. It made that buzz and warmth spread through him again, and the feeling was so amazing, so warm and soothing and loving, that Sasuke had to hear more of how they could be bound together.

"I'm listening." He said.

Naruto gave him a smile that reached his eyes and giggled. His head tilted downward, a blush tainting his cheeks. Had Sasuke not been so distracted by the way Naruto's thighs brushed up against his hips, he might have found the behavior strange. But then Naruto looked up, into Sasuke's eyes, and he knew that there was no return after that.

Sasuke raised his hand until it was cupping Naruto's cheek, and he traced those whiskers over and over and over again.

He swallowed. What were they talking about again?

"Marriage." Naruto said, triumph and confidence swarming his voice.

Sasuke frowned. "Marriage?"

Naruto, eager to explain, nodded quickly. "If we're married, then I don't have to jump through hoops in order to get permission to see you."

Sasuke took a sip of alcohol. Marrying Naruto, the man of blond hair and blue eyes, who chased him across the world and fought him and loved him and forgave him and sparred with him and talked to him and loved him…

He gazed into those eyes again. Bind us together. Forever. Until the end of time. With Naruto.

He licked his lips, his eyes burning like acid.

He loved that idea.

"You'll still have to jump through hoops in order to see me."

"Not as many."

Sasuke lowered his eyelids. Naruto's face was so warm, and those whiskers had no texture. It was like a birthmark. Engrained onto his face so deep that it couldn't be felt. But Sasuke traced them anyways, because those marks were so prominent that he wouldn't be Naruto without them.

Naruto leaned into Sasuke's hand and intertwined their fingers together. "We're best friends, 'Suke. So give me a reason why we shouldn't."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. One reason. There had to have been one. But every time the logic of how they weren't even a couple tried to infiltrate his mind, all he could see was Naruto and those eyes and the idea of loving him forever was not one that brought a sense of dread.

"I can't think of anything now, but—"

Naruto tugged on his arm. "Then let's go."

Sasuke blinked, suddenly finding that it was hard to keep his balance as Naruto dragged him away.

Finding someone to marry them in the dead of night proved difficult. But Naruto managed to find some poor sap and dragged him out of bed so that they could get married in the middle of the street. Or rather, the minister insisted they stay within walking distance of his house for such a last minute marriage. But how ugly and horrible the location was didn't matter. Because this was Naruto and they were about to be bound ever tighter together.

And all he could do as the minister explained sentence after sentence was stare longingly at Naruto's face and memorize every crook and line of his body. The minister never stopped talking. But Sasuke could hardly hear. All he could think about was waking up to see Naruto sleeping soundly beside him.

Naruto often giggled during the ceremony. It wasn't a giggle of awkwardness or anything. No. Naruto was just being Naruto. He was overly excited and a little too drunk, but the minister had doubts about how serious Naruto was taking this, so Sasuke laughed with him.

And when the minister got to the section where they were supposed to say "I do," Sasuke jumped on the balls of his feet and said the words that he never imagined himself saying until this night.

And Naruto said them, too.

"You may now kiss the, uh, groom."

They held hands throughout the entire ceremony, and now, as they stared into each other's eyes, Sasuke glanced down at Naruto's lips. He hadn't thought much of them, not until now where he found that they were plush and pink and kissable.

He swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous as his chest constricted lightly. Naruto squeezed his hand, grabbed him by the face, and brought their lips together.

Sasuke closed his eyes. It wasn't harsh or desperate, but a spike of lightening jolted through his body as Naruto's lips shifted, and he brought their bodies closer. The idea of having Naruto—forever until death—it was intoxicating. Naruto was kind and sweet and forgiving, and Sasuke didn't know what he did to deserve this, but he was grateful to whatever God who thought him worthy.

He laced his hand through Naruto's hair. The constant buzz in his head was sending flames throughout his body, and as Sasuke curled his toes and clung to Naruto's hair, he felt every muscle in his body begging for more.

The kiss was so pleasant and soft and desperate and perfect that Sasuke struggled to let go. Their breathing was heavy, and when they finally broke away, Naruto's breath still mingled on Sasuke's. Sasuke licked his lips, stared into those eyes for the millionth time that day, and found that he couldn't let go.

Aaand that's the first chapter! Good? bad? Terrible? Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one. It would be especially helpful since this is a genre I'm less familiar with.

Oh, and that kissing scene was actually inspired by Victory by Loveroffanfiction. It is a masterpiece of a oneshot, you can find it on AO3, and I can't recommend it enough.