Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form.

Note: In this fan-fiction, Sasuke never left to join Orochimaru(though he still wants to kill Itachi). Naruto did go on his two and a half year trip with Jiraiya, and is now back in the loving arms of Team 7. During those 2.5 years, Sakura has done her training with Tsunade, becoming stronger. Sasuke has been Kakashi's responsibility, and he's been a handful.

This is just a test chapter, if people seem interested in more, I will do more.

Edited: 1/7/2016

Warnings since I will be continuing:

Blood/Gore/Violence/Torture

Rape (Implied)

AU/Non-canon

OOC(just in case)

Yaoi/Slash/Male Love

Pairing: Sasu/Naru, Naru/Sasu

Rated: M (just because Naruto's imagination goes wild at times, maybe more if it gets to that)

Please no flames about any of the above. I warned you what would or would not be in here, so if you don't like then don't read.

His Flame

Two and a half years.

Naruto had traveled, learned new techniques, and gotten stronger during that time. Finally, he was back, and it had been a wild ride ever since he'd stepped a toe in Konoha. Kidnappings, deaths, missions, even Tora had given him a run for his money again.

But that wasn't the most exciting bit. Ever since he'd caught a glimps of him. Black hair, piercing eyes, unbelievable lips... his hormones had gone haywire.

Right at that moment, Naruto had his eyes glued onto his body, drinking in every gesture like it was water, and Naruto was dying of thirst.

A cloud passed in front of the morning sun, casting a fleeting shadow on the exposed skin in front of his eyes. It looked so smooth, and under that smoothness, hard muscle. Flexing arms. The shirt fluttered, exposing a tight stomach, hard with rolling hills and low lying valley's marking how fit the man in front of him was. The urge to stare and never look away from the magnificent piece of work was almost uncontrollable.

After a few moments of holding himself back, then mentally smacking his face, Naruto finally broke free of his trance.

With one hard swallow, Naruto managed to glance away from his form and down to the scroll open on his lap. The blood pumping through his own body, the excitement growing the longer he stayed within the raven's proximity. Sometimes, the desire was unbearable, and Naruto found that he had to go somewhere alone. Had to get away, and get his release, otherwise the blonde was positive that if he didn't, he would do something undeniably stupid. Something that involved tasting that skin on his tongue, kissing those lips, and losing himself in that delicious ass.

The thought of it had his blue eyes zeroing in on the ninja again. The black ANBU like pants fit tantalizingly well, and Naruto had to hold back a whimper. He itched to slam their bodies together while his hands squeezed that mesmerizing ass, his lips capturing the other's mouth, dominating. He yearned to caress, kiss, and stroke every possible piece of skin. To mark that neck, to claim him as his.

Blue eyes burned with longing as those images passed through his mind, eyes unmoving from their target. The raven moved with a grace that Naruto wished only he saw, that was only ment for his eyes. That movement was spellbinding, it anchored Naruto to the ground.

Again, the hunger, the need reared its massive head.

This time, the moan left Naruto's mouth.

For a second, he froze, eyes widening in shock. But the other didn't turn, didn't stop his training. Not even a twitch to how that he'd heard it.

With a sigh, Naruto's shoulders dropped. There was relief, but also disappointment. What would the raven do if he knew Naruto's most deepest and darkest wishes? His imagination ran wild, showing him bare skin, burning flesh flush against his own. Legs wrapped around his waist, soft moans swallowed by his kiss.

The reality would be completely different then his fantasy.

Memories flooded Naruto's mind. His body hadn't always reacted this way. Back when they were Academy students, Naruto had only wished so very badly to be his rival, to be called his equal.

When had that rivalry morphed into this... this burning passion... this heat that took so long to leave his body after catching just a small glance of him... The unbelievable attraction that Naruto felt course through his veins at the slightest sight of his team-mate... He didn't know.

It might have begun to blossom after the accidental kiss... Naruto vividly remembered the soft lips, the way they meshed against his own...

It had left him breathless.

Maybe that really was when it started, a small crush. Then, after two and a half years of not being able to lock eyes on his figure... to feel his presence... it had transformed into more than a crush.

It had evolved to something more, much more.

Desire.

Want.

Need.

He had become his hopeless flame.

His obsession.

Sasuke.

A/N: I'd love to know what you think of it so far, though maybe I overdid it a bit with the obsession part...

Anyway, thank you for reading!