WARNING: YAOI/LEMON/SASUNARU.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO.

ALRIGHT GUYS THIS IS FANFIC NUMBER TWO. I WANTED TO RELEASE THIS IN CONJUNCTION WITH ADAGIO, ADANTE, ALLEGRO. IT'S A LITTLE MORE… UH.. WELL GRAPHIC. THIS FIRST PART IS MORE OF A TEASER/INTRO TO KOUROS. THE ITALICIZED PART IS THE TEASER PORTION :D

KOUROS

BY: IAN-MICHAEL

DEFINITION-Greek for youth; An Archaic Greek statue of a standing nude young male.

Sasuke studied the nude blond standing on the pedestal while he worked his fingers into the cool clay, his eyes moving quickly but cautiously between the clay and the boy's body.

He was simply making the silhouette of the boy who was intensely staring at straight ahead of him, sometimes making eye contact with the busy artist. The blond, named Naruto, had given Sasuke the needed inspiration to create a masterpiece. Upon meeting the model, Sasuke remembered how Naruto embodied the very element of a kouros. His once faulting motivation to push forward with a sculpture was now fueled by a fire that came in human form.

The light fixtures from the top of the room cast beautiful dark shadows on the model who was comfortably standing naked in front of him. His eyes were a piercing, evocative azure that caught pools of light in even the very dimmest of settings. His skin was made up seamless reflective cells that caught light and emitted a glow in the most breath-taking way. His hair was spun out of the most delicate strings of sunlight that danced above the oceans in his eyes. Naruto's body was just as perfect as his face. His body was lean and muscular with taunt skin hugging every turn, curve, and definition of his body. Sasuke wished that he could prolong the time he needed to use the boy as his model, in fact he had purposefully made mistakes during their time together just to lengthen the time he had with Naruto.

With each movement his fingers made along the clay, Sasuke cursed the cold sticky material wishing he could touch the blond instead. He had been longing to touch Naruto ever since he first walked into his studio and stripped down to his bare skin. The blond was pleasant and cool when he wasn't modeling for Sasuke, but as soon as he stood on the pedestal, ready to let Sasuke's eyes wander over his entirety, he was quiet and intense… almost intimidating.

Naruto stood up there, again, just like the many days before, bearing himself to the dark haired artist who kept gazing at his body. He loved having those obsidian eyes roam his entirety, it excited him in ways that made his skin tighten. He thought this boy, Sasuke, was intriguing in a mysterious way. The blond was always drawn to artistic types such as writers, singers, musicians, and artists, but there was a darkness about Sasuke that created a gravitational force around Naruto which pulled him in.

At this point in time, Sasuke wasn't the only one studying a body. While Sasuke's eyes were diverted on the clay figure, he would yearningly gaze the dark haired boy's exposed upper body which had smudges of clay on its sides that were drying and cracking under the boy's movements. He delighted in how Sasuke's abs, chest, and obliques contracted under the pressure his fingers and arms placed on the clay.

The artist's features were on the complete opposite side of the spectrum as Naruto's features, which were yellows and browns. On the other hand, Sasuke had creamy marble colored skin, deep dark eyes, and raven hair. His eyes were able to hide so much it their depths, while Naruto's were full of emotion. Even so, the ambiguity in Sasuke's eyes made Naruto want more of the dark haired boy.

As Naruto stood there, his thoughts revolved around Sasuke getting away from the clay figure and moving towards him with their eyes locked in heated intention. The raven haired boy pushed away the tables that were between them and then grabbed the blond by the waist, pulling them closer together. His right hand moved from the lower part of Naruto's back and traced his way up the blond's spine to his golden hair. As Sasuke's fire infused touch moved up Naruto's back, the blond threw his head back in pleasure giving out a breathy sigh. Sasuke ran his tongue along the blond's exposed throbbing neck while his left hand grabbed the firm round cheeks of Naruto's behind.

The once silent blond was now moaning and writhing in pleasure as Sasuke rubbed their naked torsos together. In lust fueled desperation for more body contact, Naruto began unbuttoning Sasuke's pants as the raven haired boy continued to explore his body with his tongue. As soon as the button was undone, Naruto placed his fingers under Sasuke's underwear band and pulled down both his pants and underwear exposing the large, heated member. Following Sasuke's body downward, the blond got on his knees and looked up at the beautiful mysterious boy looking down on him. Keeping his gaze on the boy, he began to run his tongue along the head of Sasuke's erection, delighted in the low groans coming from Sasuke's throat as his eyelids grew heavy with desire. Naruto felt the raven haired boy's hands behind his head, desperately trying to push Naruto's warm mouth to the base of his pleading shaft. Finally, the blond conceded and pulled Sasuke's hips towards him, taking the boy fully into his mouth and tasting the salty cream at the tip of Sasuke's corona. He looked up again to see Sasuke throw his head back in complete wanton abandon.

"Naruto…" came a baritone voice.

Naruto's daydream was sudden moved back to reality. The scene was wiped out of Naruto's mind instantly as he focused on Sasuke, who was looking directly at his crotch.

Naruto looked down and blushed, embarrassed that Sasuke saw his hardening member. So instinctively, he put his hands over himself and walked towards his clothes which were on a pile beside him.

Time was a constraint that had boxed the dark haired boy into this situation. He was presently a senior in college who was finishing up his last pieces for graduation. His ambitions had gotten the best of him, as he wanted to take on a sculpture as one of his final works. Granted he had done so much already, but the breadth of his pieces mostly revolved around acrylics, chalk, watercolors, and colored pencils. As he looked around, he felt so much accomplished at how much work he had done in just one semester. However, his professor had told him to expand out from his comfort zone and to try a sculpture to show just how much he could do in the art world. He remembered his professor's words but was hesitant in undertaking such a task. Now he had pushed it back to the point where he only had a month and a half to finish his sculpture.

He decided he wanted to use clay to realize this task because it was easier to manipulate than marble, wood, or any other type of material where that made it almost impossible to fix a mistake. Also, it would make it easier for him to paint on it after the sculpture had dried.

Now he only had to find a model…

TBC

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