Hi everybody! This is a new story that hit me and I just had to start writing it out. I hope you like it. There will be lemons later on, don't worry!! This is un-betaed so please be aware its not perfect. I know its been a while since I updated my other stories but once May ends, this term will end and I will be able to post more regularly again!! Please just be a bit more patient with me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Warning: Boy love, so if you're a homophobe I doubt this is the place for you... just a warning

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Sirens blared snapping all men to attention. Blankets were thrown, flame-retardant trousers were clumsily thrown on, and sleep was erased from their features. The first fifty-four seconds from having been woken by ear-splitting alarms were the worst for Naruto. He had counted them before, and it was no different that night either. The initial spike in heartbeat from fear that some immediate danger had been placed upon his shoulders (not helped by the fact the shroud of grogginess still confused his senses) replaced the warm blanket that had enveloped him merely seconds ago.

The blonde shook his head- those few seconds passed like so much smoke through an open window, and he was thrusting his feet through each trouser leg. He hopped on a foot unsteadily while trying to put his second leg through, and stumbled across the Waking Room (1) following the other men. The infamous pole, usually immaculately shiny but now smudged by all the rushing men's hands, stood before him but he didn't hesitate to grab a hold. He felt the initial sinking feeling in his gut as he let himself fall along it.

Plowing through the double doors, Naruto heard orders being thrown about the room but could not hear them through the sudden phantom ring in his ears, not that it mattered much. A fire was a fire. You took the same steps, the same actions for each and every one. You approached it ... and then you put out. Well not like that. You put it out. Grabbing his jacket and helmet, strapping his tool belt across his chest, he checked the portion of the truck assigned to his maintenance, and situated himself on the seat that would bring him to his next blaze.

The other men were ready to go; they had similar grim looks upon their faces. After a few infernos, you begin to realize nothing can go exactly right. There is always something that goes awry. Even if its as simple as a hose rupturing or just an oxygen mask malfunctioning (easily replaced I may add), there can also be those wrongs that incapacitate a comrade, or snuff out a life as if blowing ever so gently against a burning wick. It was as easy as that. Being burnt to a cinder, Naruto could think of no worse way to die. That was why he was a preventer.

"I'll put this fucker out," he whispered under his breath like a silent promise or prayer to whatever it was he believed in, as the truck's own siren tore through the silence of the night as it flew down empty streets.

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"Ah, fuck!" Sasuke shouted. Cradling his now charred hand against his chest, he recoiled from the door. So stupid! You know you're supposed to tap a door knob when you think there's a fire on the other side, you dumbshit! He berated himself in his head, while trying to find something to wrap around the doorknob in order to open it. His room was a dead end, no windows or escape routes, the only way out was through the door. Spying a hand towel on his black throw rug, he snatched it with his good hand and then paused.

What if the fire outside was worse than he thought. What if it was like a total wall of fire- impenetrable. Well it wouldn't be the first time I'd be faced with death, he thought feebly. Shaking off the hopelessness, he caught his sights on an unopened water bottle sitting on his bedside table. He ran to it, throwing the hand towel over his shoulder, and pinned the bottle against his arm and chest to be able to twist the cap open with his uninjured hand. Slightly soaking the towel he then used some of the water to thoroughly soak his lower body, figuring the fire would be situated mostly on the ground. With whatever water that was left, he let it pour over his head. The trickle of cool water felt refreshing on his feverish skin since the emanating heat from outside his door was nearly suffocating.

He knew he should remove his clothing, to prevent them from catching fire easily, but that thin layer suddenly felt like a weak attempt at armor- it felt almost like a lifeline, and he grasped that feeling like it was fresh air amongst all the smoke, a light amongst all the darkness. Knowing the faster he got out the better, he reached out to the doorknob once again (this time with a towel wrapped securely around his hand) with shaking hands and twisted.

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The apartment complex was half engulfed with flames as the truck came to a screeching halt alongside the building. Naruto flung himself from the vehicle and began making his way to the people standing while watching the structure turn to ash before their eyes. What was it about a fire that mesmerized people so? It was one of the most destructive forces on earth and yet people stood before it in awe as if it were some undulating acrobat instead of undulating tongues of flame.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, all of you. Do you all live in this building?" Naruto shouted amongst all the chaos as his comrades clambered here and there pulling hoses, attaching cables, and freeing ladders. Several of the people bleakly looked at him and nodded.

"Is there anybody else you know of that could still be in the building?" He watched as the people's eyes became hazy as the world around them faded and the world of their memories sprung up before their eyes. A woman began to chew on her fingernail in thought, and Naruto bit back a frustrated shout.

"Anybody at all?!" He burst out, trying to yank the thoughts from their mouths as fast as he could. In this case, time wasn't money, it was life- as precious and worthy as anything one could think of.

A woman suddenly piped up and Naruto grabbed her shoulders urging her on to tell him. Momentary fear passed through her striking lavender eyes but it ebbed and she squeaked, "I- I- I th-think-k-k," she stuttered a bit, "S-sasuke-k-ku-kun could still b-b-be in there!" Her voice wavered a bit in realization of what she had just said, and a cold sweat began to plaster her blue-black locks against her forehead despite the scorching heat from the fire.

"Fuck!" Naruto exclaimed, and a panic gripped his chest. "Which apartment does he live in?" After receiving the answer, he pushed his way between the crowd and towards the building. Just from looking at the outside of the building, it looked as if 40-50% of it was encased with fire, but from experience Naruto knew fires were like a fungus. They spread out beneath the surface- beyond the facade- and snaked their way through nooks and crannies unseen, until the whole structure tumbled to a cinder. There was no way this fire was as tame as it looked.

Clutching his walkie to his mouth he yelled, "We've gotta an extrication (2)! Kiba, I need you to back me up. I'm heading towards the back entrance. Bring a pack (3) fer me!" Legs pumping, he felt the smoky air burn through his throat as he got closer to the complex, the heat hit him in waves as wind came through in short gusts. As he put one foot on the first step towards the back entrance, Kiba was there standing next to him holding a pack out. They nodded to each other, confirming with the rest of the team that they were going into the hot-house. Feeling the coolness around this door, Naruto opened it using the doorknob and was faced with a normal looking hallway. They walked through the threshold and met with a staircase that went up for what seemed like forever.

"He's on the fifth floor, 14E. Let's move," And they fell into a fast jog up the stairs, counting each step as they went to keep their minds off the fact that at anytime the fire could backdraft (4) at any moment with all the windows that this building had. The higher they went, Naruto became aware that the heat got stronger, until finally the smoke had reached his vision again. Pulling the pack over his face, he looked back to make sure Kiba did the same, there were a few punks that thought they could handle breathing in smoke- they would always find out soon after they were quite wrong.

As they breached the fifth floor, Naruto looked on with mild horror at the havoc that had ensued here. It was evident that the fire had started on this floor, since it had almost entirely engulfed the whole hallway. Looking at the door across from the staircase it read 3E, which meant 14E was all the way at the other end of the hall again. He found that the ceilings were totally black but an ashen black which signified their peril and Naruto exclaimed for the second time, "Fuck!"

Looking back at Kiba, he saw the fear and fierce determination in his eyes. Knowing they only had minutes left before the ceiling caved, they had to hurry. There was a kid somewhere in this down this hallway; they had only a few moments before the ceiling fell; it was about a 55% chance they would not make it out of this alive. The few seconds he mulled this over, were long enough and Naruto found his resolve, "I'll put this fucker out!"

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The flames licked at his knees, making him recoil in terror. It was as he had feared. The fire was barricading him in his room. It formed a neat fence across his door as it ate at the carpet beneath it and tentatively began creeping into his own apartment.

"Ha ha, shit," he said weakly, as he watched the flame almost gracefully enter inwards. The noise was blaring, he was sure he wouldn't be able to hear anything for a few days after this- his thoughts halted- that is if I make it out of here at all. Sasuke's face screwed up in fear and pain. He never realized how much he wanted to live before this. He didn't want it to end here, in flames and scorching heat.

I have to jump out and run like hell, and hope that the wetness from the water will protect me somewhat. Hardening his expression and mind, he took a few steps backward before launching himself across the room and jumped across the wall. He felt the blistering heat pass across his feet and he shouted as he landed on the red hot ground. Even as he was running down the hall, he could feel the molten plastic of the carpet's plastic fibers adhere to and strip the skin off his feet. The pain blinded him momentarily but he willed himself on, ignoring the agonizing pain when he suddenly struck a wall, but it was cushiony. He couldn't register what it was as the fire started licking his legs and charring the clothes he was wearing, he let out a loud groan of pain before collapsing against whatever it was he hit.

So this is it, huh? When did they put a stupid wall here? I guess this is what is meant for me. I was destined to die in a fire, just like Okaasan and Otousan. Everything was becoming blurry, and it wasn't because of all the smoke. He could swear he saw an overwhelming blue before his eyes, but maybe that was just his mind hallucinating before he was about to die. "I like blue..."

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Before he knew it a figure was vaulting itself through the flames, and before he could think of what to do it hit him square in the chest and collapsed. Naruto caught the person and picked it up and away from the flames. Kiba and Naruto were already making their way back to the staircase at a hurried pace, surprised that their rescue had come to them

As they cleared the blaze and hurriedly descended the stairs, he peered into the face only to find the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, they were illuminated in the fire's light making them almost red, but they held such desperate passion that for a moment Naruto could no longer breathe (even with the pack on). He saw the person, now evident as a young man, move his lips but couldn't hear what he said and soon after felt the body go totally limp in his arms. A sinking feeling settled into his abdomen and he began increasing his pace, actually passing Kiba that had been in front of him.

An eerie whistling of air suddenly wafted across the space around them, and Naruto's heartbeat slammed a tempo too slow- he had a split second left...

He slammed himself towards the ground with all the force he had, ignoring the sickening snap of bone unsure of whose it was, and draped himself over the unconscious boy, Eyes frantically searching the boy's serene face, he said "Don't die please." And hell itself broke loose.

The air was suddenly sucked from his lungs as a crushing gust of air was replaced by empty space, around them. An unsettling quiet hung for a mere second before an explosion of unequal proportion raped the entire building in an unrelenting inferno. Even though it lasted about as long as it took to start, it felt like an eternity. Naruto momentarily forgot who he was in this time and place that seemed to hold no meaning compared to the power that pinned him to the ground- unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to even feel the blood beat in his veins. It all stopped... and then it all began again.

The blonde felt the fire on his back even before he could see or hear anything yet. He opened his eyes to find that boy beneath was no more worse for wear than what he had been, but when the world had been so noisy before it was suddenly maddeningly silent around him as if he had pushed the mute button on the universe's remote.

Remembering the mini-blaze on his back, he rolled onto the ground to snuff out the flames. Once that was done he looked around to find Kiba also unconscious. He checked the boy's pulse to find it steady just as Kiba's was. Quickly he picked up Kiba's upper body and hoisted it up and over his shoulders, and then he knelt down to pick up the boy's body in his arms. The weight almost made him fall over before he regained his balance and groaned at his protesting body. It was too much weight for him, but he'd be damned if he let something like this make him fail.

After many agonizing steps downwards, he found himself again at the apartment complex's backdoor. Upon opening it, he shouted hoping somebody would hear him only to find he couldn't even hear himself. Trying again, he felt his throat rumble and strain under the pressure of forcing the wind through, but no noise reached his own ears. He tried again and again, his throat felt raw and overused, but how could that be when he wasn't even making a sound? He was still trying even when he collapsed on the ground, Kiba slipping from his back, and many of his men had surrounded him. He didn't even notice when the young boy wasn't in his arms anymore, and when he did, he shouted in protest. Again no noise.

One of his comrades shook his shoulders violently, and his lips were moving frantically, but he couldn't hear a thing. Realization dawned on him. His eyes went wide and his jaw slack. Shaking his head, he pointed to his ears stiffly. He saw the look in their faces, there was pain and horror once they understood. They pulled him up, each had one of his arms over their shoulders, only to be rewarded with all 190 pounds of Naruto's muscle suddenly going limp as he fainted.

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Light poured in through his eyes involuntarily. He flinched and screwed his eyes shut.

"Oops, sorry, Sasuke-kun," came a jovial voice, "didn't know you were waking up." Sasuke tentatively cracked an eyelid open to see a blurry form of a person wearing to much blaring white- it hurt his eyes.

"Yeah, your eyes are going to be a bit sensitive for a while since they were exposed to so much smoke and heat. They should get better in a few days. I'm Doctor Lee by the way," He said pumping out a hand enthusiastically for Sasuke to shake. He brought out his right hand but hissed as the pain seared his flesh. The doctor just kept smiling and clutched Sasuke's left hand squeezing it in a tacit apology.

"I was just going to check and see how your pupils were doing," the doctor with a peculiar bowl-shaped haircut said and waved a pen flashlight in his hand back and forth. Sasuke nodded and allowed the doctor to click on the light before his left eye and watched the pupil constrict and then dilate again as the light was taken away.

"Okay, all normal. You seem to be in ship-shape, apart from the burns to your feet and a few less severe burns on your calves and right hand. You will have to avoid walking for at least a few weeks, so that we make sure your burnt feet don't get inflamed and then infected, but I know you'll heal fast with all your youthful vitality!" The doctor turned abruptly to the wheeled table and began writing something on some paper. Sasuke could care less. He just wanted to know what happened.

"I've prescribed some salves and ointments that will relieve the pain while disinfecting your burns at the same time. Make sure when you leave that you get a good supply of gauze, I'm sure one of the nurses can help you with that. If there isn't anything else then-"

"What happened?" Sasuke interrupted.

"You mean what caused the fire?"

"Uh, no, how was I rescued?"

"You don't remember the firemen that came and found you?"

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"Well, two firemen infiltrated the building and came out of the building with you," the doctor paused and gave a small smile, "actually, one of the firemen also lost consciousness, like you did, and the one remaining carried you and his friend back out. It was such a youthful act of honor." The doctor's eyes shimmered with unshed tears of joy.

"Are they alright?"

Clearing his throat, Doctor Lee answered, "they're not dead, if that's what you mean."

"Injuries?"

"The unconscious-one sustained severe lung damage from the smoke. Apparently his mask was loose. The other one that carried the both of you had a few slight burns, but extensive ear damage. He could go deaf for good." Sasuke's face was impassive but on the inside he cringed. He had to pay them back somehow.

"Will they be able to recover?"

"The one with the lung damage will be fine in a few months, it is easily repairable, but we can't do anything for the one with the ear damage without causing further harm to his inner ear. The ear could possibly heal on its own, otherwise he will remain deaf." This time Sasuke's face did show his pain. "We will just have to wait and see what happens. You can leave as soon as you feel well enough, just head to the front desk at the main lobby and sign yourself out since you're eighteen and without a guardian."

"Thank you, doctor."

"No problem. Now don't let me see you in here again!" He exclaimed happily as he skipped out the door.

"Hn," he grunted to no one in particular.

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Ungh! I feel like shit, Naruto thought as his head swam when he tried to lift it from wherever it was. He felt something touch his arm and jumped. He hadn't heard anybody near him.

Cracking open his eyes, he found a blurry looking crowd of people huddled together around him. He finally noticed he was in a bed with white covers and something felt cold on his back, so he shifted on the bed only to feel pain shoot up his spine.

He gasped- wait- or did he? He didn't hear it, did he? Looking more closely at the people around him he found some of his fellow firemen and his family smiling down at him. He smiled back slightly, confused.

"What happened?" He said. He felt his lips moving and vibrations in his throat but again no noise. He looked into the face of his adoptive father, Iruka, confusion written over his features. Iruka turned to the masked man to his left with a pained expression and moved his lips. Was he whispering or something?

"Why is everybody so quiet?" he said, but not sure if he had or not.

Suddenly an open notebook was in his face, held by his Dad, which had written on it: NARUTO YOU ARE IN THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE YOUR GOT A FEW BAD BURNS AND YOU WERE SEVERELY DEHYDRATED.

Naruto nodded, now even more confused as to why handwriting was being shoved in his face. He was about to say something again when Iruka shook his head and gave the notebook to him to write down what he wanted to say.

Realization dawned on him. He was deaf. He couldn't hear anything. The world was void of noise. He wondered why he couldn't hear any hospital machines whirring and beeping, or why he couldn't hear the people, sitting so close to him, even breathe.

He started nodding, feeling a sting behind his eyes and his throat clenched painfully. He swallowed trying to make the overwhelming feeling go away. He didn't want to cry. Not about this. He was alive wasn't he? Yeah, and his family was here trying to make it easier for him and smiling at him like this was all nothing. Blinking away the wetness of his eyes his took a deep breath, looked up at everyone, and smiled. Genuinely. He was happy to be here, despite this little drawback. Sure he wouldn't be able to listen to music or hear things like birds chirping or thunder cracking, but he had those memories didn't he? He could remember those things. Damn straight! This isn't going to faze me. No siree.

Naruto began writing with the pen in his hand: IS THE BOY AND KIBA OKAY?

He turned the paper to face everybody else, hoping against all hope that the answer he received was a positive one.

Iruka nodded immediately and everyone smiled again. Kakashi, the masked man and also Iruka's lover, just rolled his eyes and snatched the paper from Naruto: YOU JUST REALIZED YOU'RE DEAF AND YOU'RE STILL THINKING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE? YOU'RE SO PREDICTABLE.

Naruto's smile lit up his face, but Iruka slapped the back of Kakashi's head making him wince. That was so like him, being all blunt and to the point. That's why Naruto loved him so much. He loved all these people. He could almost hear Iruka berating Kakashi's antics, while everyone else started reaching for the notebook trying to give him all the good news they had, and Naruto just contentedly leaned back into his cushion, ignoring the dull pain he met.

Starting on his left Naruto took in all the people here and their expressions. First was Iruka, of course, looking sort of tired but also relieved. Then there was Kakashi, eyes closed in their upside down U's, and then next to Kakashi was Konohamaru, his cousin, trying to steal the paper away from his Dad, Asuma (Naruto's Uncle- his late mother's brother). Next to them was Kurenai, Asuma's wife. She held a vase of flowers and when she saw Naruto looking at them, she held them out for him to take. He took them and smiled even wider as he motioned for Iruka to put it next to the window.

Next down the line was Sakura, one of his best friends and a paramedic that worked with his fire unit. She was a force to be reckoned with in the medical field, but she decided to work under the position of doctor that she was offered and in the heat of the action as a paramedic. Her fingers were laced together and she had a sad yet relieved look to her features.

After her, was some of his closest friends on his team. Gaara, Shikamaru, and Neji. All three stood with their arms crossed but all had such different emotions plastered across their face. Gaara looked at Naruto with an intense stare which was his way of showing concern, Shikamaru had a bored look yet a furrow in his brow indicated his distress, and Neji's face was stern and unchanging but his pose was stiff with pent up emotion. Naruto smiled at all three and they all simultaneously began to relax further.

He pointed at Asuma to get his attention and acted like his hand was holding a pen to show he wanted to write something. They passed the notebook to him and began to scribble: I'M FINE EVERYBODY! I UNDERSTAND THAT I'M DEAF, BUT I'M JUST HAPPY I'M STILL ALIVE TO BE HERE WITH YOU GUYS.

He faced the paper towards his audience, and everyone collectively loosened up. People were smiling with happiness and something akin to relief.

Writing again, Naruto asked them: IF THE BOY AND KIBA ARE ALRIGHT WHERE ARE THEY?

This time Neji snatched the pen, leaning over Naruto while the blonde held the paper and wrote: KIBA IS STILL HOSPITALIZED TOO, BUT HE'S JUST RECOVERING (HE'LL BE FINE), THE BOY WAS RELEASED A FEW HOURS AGO. I ASSUME HE WENT TO HIS PARENTS HOUSE OR SOMETHING.

The blonde nodded, but something didn't sit right with him. From being an orphan himself, he never assumed everyone had parents- EVER. Besides, the kid had looked barely eighteen years old; he should have been living with his parents, instead of a one-room apartment, if he had any.

Extricating the pen from Neji's grasp, the blonde wrote: WHEN CAN I GO HOME?

Iruka took the pen from Naruto and wrote: DOCTOR SAID YOU CAN LEAVE WHENEVER YOU WOKE UP, BUT YOU NEED TO SCHEDULE AN APPOINTMENT WITH HIM AT THE FRONT DESK FOR A CHECK-UP.

Naruto nodded for the umpteenth that day. He wanted to go home as soon as possible and somehow contact the boy from the fire. Naruto didn't no why, but those fiery eyes wouldn't leave his memory alone.

*Later on*

Limping to the front desk, Naruto made a check-up appointment with the secretary and then signed himself out of the hospital. Out of request from Naruto, everyone left (including his skeptical Dad) so that he could go home alone. All he needed was someone to call a cab for him to pick him up. Naruto stepped outside, careful to be more aware of his surroundings since he couldn't hear anyone approaching. He didn't want to run into anybody. As he walked outside he took his pain medicine bottle from his pocket and shook it. Entirely expecting to hear the clamor of the pills hitting against each other, and instead he heard nothing. It would take some getting used to, he decided, but the silence was beginning to grate on his nerves. If he closed his eyes, he felt as if he was in the middle of empty space and the thought scared him.

Placing the bottle back in his jeans pocket, he saw a person sitting in a wheelchair staring at the pavement absently. With a sudden jolt, he realized it was the boy he had saved. He was suddenly walking up to the person and opened his mouth, planning to greet him loud and obnoxiously like he always did to everybody, but the voice died in his throat. He knew his voice was coming out strangled and nonsensical, so he immediately shut up from his inner humiliation. His face was red and his eyes became surprisingly wet with momentary frustration. He didn't know the raven had already turned to look in his direction.

Naruto took a step back in indecision, as the boy began saying something. Naruto decided he was going to have to get over this sometime or another, so he stepped up closer again and gave a smile to the raven. He extended a hand, and the raven hesitantly shook and started saying something again.

Smiling sheepishly, Naruto shook his head, halting the raven's speech, and he pointed to his ears while shrugging his shoulders. Sasuke's eyes widened a fraction, and brought his wheelchair around to face the blonde fully. Naruto suddenly felt his heart clench as he saw the boy's legs were fully bandaged from sole to hip. Sensing Naruto's sadness, Sasuke rolled his eyes and waved a hand to dismiss the injury.

Naruto opened his mouth to say something again, but didn't want to make a fool of himself so he clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together. He didn't know what to do. Sasuke noticed his frustration but said nothing. Naruto brought his face closer to the raven and mouthed: I'M SORRY.

The raven had a frozen look on his face, his eyes still kind of wide. Had he never been around a deaf person before? Maybe he was kind uncomfortable, which made Naruto even more frustrated with himself. The one person he wanted to meet and share what happened during the rescue with didn't even want to be near him. Naruto bowed his head and began to step away, when a pale hand reached for his own. Surprised he looked back at the luminous depth of ebony eyes and then down at the lips that mouthed dramatically: DON'T BE SORRY. I WANTED TO THANK YOU... The raven looked away, a light blush dusting across his nose, and chewed on his lip and said: SO THANKS.

He didn't understand every thing, but he did understand the thanks he was being given. Naruto smiled lightly, but it was a contented smile which reached his eyes and made them sparkle.

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At first Sasuke couldn't breathe when the blonde brought his face up close. What were you supposed to say to the most beautiful face you've ever seen in your life? Sasuke's brain had taken a coffee break at that moment which made the tall blonde look forlorn. Not knowing exactly why, Sasuke's heart sank at the sad face.

Yeah, he'd been surprised to find out that this guy was deaf, but when he remembered the firefighter that rescued him went deaf he just put two and two together. This blonde had saved him from the flames. He owed him so much, and now even more so since the man had lost his hearing because of him. He grabbed the tan hand that was moving away from him, surprised to find a tingling in his fingers as skin brushed against skin. The face came closer again and Sasuke started saying something, not quite sure what he was saying but then the blue eyes, that seemed so familiar, softened and Sasuke said quite loud, "...Thanks."

And his smile! Sasuke melted on the inside. His stomach felt like jelly and his brain was mush. Before he knew it, the blonde was squeezing his hand and communicating something again. Sasuke willed his innards to harden again... as well as his mind to pay attention to the gorgeous man.

His plump lips mouthed: DO YOU HAVE A PLACE TO STAY? YOUR APARTMENT BURNT DOWN.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and said, "Obviously, Dobe." And the radiance of the smile he was given this time put the first one to shame. Sasuke had to look away or else he might do something out of line, like embrace the man or something. Once he sensed the smile lessen he looked back and said, "I'll find someplace to stay. You don't need to worry about it." The blonde's brow furrowed and he saw the thoughts roll around behind the sky-like orbs.

YOU SHOULD COME BACK TO MY PLACE. YOU CAN STAY THERE FOR A WHILE, OKAY?

Sasuke was about to protest but the firefighter put a finger to Sasuke's lips: I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU CAME AND STAYED AT MY HOUSE.

"Okay."

(1)Waking Room: Something I made up, but it's supposed to mean where the firemen sleep, but they actually experience waking up more than actually sleeping because of always being called to put out fires.

(2)Extrication: This is a real firefighter term that means having to go into a fire and rescue someone trapped inside.

(3)Pack: This is also a real firefighter term that means a breathing apparatus.

(4)Backdraft: Also a firefighter term; This is when a huge gust of oxygen first sucks away the fire to only increase its energy exponentially, thus creating a huge explosion.

Did you like it? Please let me know if you want more! I need to know if this is even worth writing another chapter.

There will definitely be lemons in the near future, thats why this fic is rated M of course. How can you live without lemons? Seriously!

Peace.

~drawingwind