Hello there, I have finally something to offer to you! What inspired me were the reality and the fact that there are many types of happy endings. You fight, you laugh, you lose and you gain happiness. I wanted to focus on the feelings, how everything goes wrong before it can go right and then the "right" is not necessarily a princess and half the kingdom. This story is a road and I want you to travel it with Sasuke and Naruto.
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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke
Summary: Friends forever is an equation that fails when sex enters the picture. It kills you to know that love does not drive this life forward and what you want is not the same thing he wants. Maybe everything will be okay, if one just tries enough? SasuNaru.
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or what so ever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
The Storybook Of Us
Tune in, tune out. The neck of the instrument is sticky, but passionately clinging to me as I am to it. Sweaty fingers slide on the strings, pressing enough to get marks to my fingertips. No cuts, but deep dips and dints. My left hand wanders off to the vibration crank handle without any effort, gently but fast enough for the eye to miss it. Right foot on pedal and more distortion to the sound.
Heavy notes hang in the air like the first signs of an upcoming storm. The next pedal, Boss Metal Zone MT-2, and my hair sticks to my face. I have to get this sweat from my eyes, it is stinging already. I switch to delay, then some chorus just for the heck of it. I even brought my wah-wah pedal just in case. I want this storm to rise.
The music runs through me, runs on my skin like an army of ants. Sweat decorates my body, wanting me to drown in this pool of wet liquid salt. I brush the hair from my face. One, two, three and my solo; the best moments for the lead guitarist. I indulge myself into the music; let it run from finger to finger, dance on my skin, and suck on it. Somehow it feels like I am all alone on the stage, making love to my music while everything else disappears into a pit of darkness.
I do not see the crowd because of the lights and the voices fade away in my ears. I have to concentrate in order to hear my own playing which is a hard task, since the stage is like a black hole sucking everything in. My hair falls over my face again, but it does not matter anymore - I play my music by heart, my fingers moving on their own. My eyelids are closed as if I am in a trance and the air is thick with odours of different kinds. This note smells like a rough play without safety words, strong but seductive.
When I play I live in my own world, lie naked on a bed with my music and smoke a cigarette after a magnificent sex. Music makes me high like no other drug. Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is as real as the fact that he never sees this, so, a mere hallucination. The film which runs before my eyes is cut in half with a sharp knife as his face pops out of nowhere again. I hate this. What is so fucked up in this situation is that what I love is the reason why I cannot get rid of his image. Fucking hell, I want to see that army green cap of yours somewhere, I want see you smile stupidly.
After the gig I am drained again; so tired that my limbs weight like heavy metal, haha, what a pun. Yeah, I love heavy metal. I am soaked in sweat so that my white wife beater is dripping it. I throw the top into the corner of the back stage, fetch myself a beer and cigarette and get on the worn leather couch. I close my eyes and I can hear the sounds of the packing of our shit on the stage. Some dudes with low-pitched voice still shout "Karma Insomniac" like two retards and I try to recall how everything felt back when I watched the gigs behind the other side of the safety fence.
The cold beer fills my otherwise empty stomach and the cigarette smoke forms a wall around me. The first notes of Nailin'It hits the air and I can hear Naruto's low voice echo strangely throughout the dimly lighted room. Nailin'It's music is more like hard rock so they are on a different level then us - yet we tour together. A good combination, since they bring along the girls to the gigs as we the hairy ugly dudes. The story of heavy metal. I sigh audibly while time flies without my consent.
Are you waiting for Naruto, Neji asks as he sits next to me. Move it pretty boy, he snarls and pushes me. Not really, I answer although we both know that is precisely what I am doing. You need more meat around your bones; skinny types cannot be true "metalliacs", Neji inhales smoke. This is what I hate about you true blood wankers…I sigh. Just stating the reality, he blows the smoke against my face. Hell no, a fatty Sasuke would definitely be something out of this world and I am not sure the girls could take it - he has no other good aspects, a familiar voice laughs out loud.
And you, Neji asks sarcastically. Naruto grins and says that it does not matter, he seemingly likes all the shapes and sizes. Nympho, Neji grunts, but Naruto just laughs harder. He laughs because it is true, the guy can fuck anything and everything; he has this non-discrimination policy. It is ridiculous, but probably the reason why we are what we are and do what we do. Naruto moves behind my head which I rest on the couch. Should we get going, it is closer to my place and I am dead tired, he says and I nod faintly.
You fucking married couple, Neji sighs. Aww, Naruto says as if he is offended and on purpose takes me by the hand. Let us go you faggot, I murmur to Naruto and we take our leave. Everyone knows we are friends and thus no one wonders why we act as we do. Do you still want to bang Sakura, I ask him while we walk towards his place. Just filling the insane silence that gnaws my feet. Naah, it would not be proper to do our own drummer, bad karma, you know, he answers. You fall in and out of love as fast as a lightning, I tell him. Who says anything about love, he grins. Yeah, who says, I wonder.
It does not take that long to reach his apartment. It is as messy as ever and I wonder how the hell any girl would want to come here. Even the air is stuffy and the bed unmade, as always. Suddenly Naruto pushes me half-playfully and half-seriously against the hallway cupboard. I want to do it, now, fuck, or else I will explode like a damn nuclear bomb, he murmurs almost desperately. Hmph, not even food first but straight to the point, eh, I snarl back. You can eat me, he smiles devilishly and devours my neck. He runs his tongue over my skin, chews the skin and leaves purple marks. I do not see them, but I know they will be there.
Sasuke, you look hot in that outfit, you know, black suits you, he muffles. He pulls my shirt off and with rough movements lets his hands wander on my pale skin. Slowly I begin to respond and with every breath the air gets thicker and loses vital oxygen. I sneak my hands into his hair, pull it and make him look me in the eyes. No kissing on the lips, you know that, too personal, he huffs. Too personal, my mind repeats as I watch him back. Then this is not personal enough? That you touch me in every possible way, but your lips are sealed to someone else? I know, I reply smiling stupidly.
I tear his shirt off while sucking his salty skin; our lips are swollen already. I get on my knees and open the zipper of his pants. It makes a funny sound as the room is otherwise silent. Naruto sinks his fingers in my hair, his ragged breathing sounding quite like the bass beat. His pants drop on the floor along with his boxers. He must have all of his possessions in those pockets, since the pants are utterly heavy. Keys here, a wallet there.
I kiss his thighs; run my tongue over the smooth skin, which is still slightly moist. Little by little I move my way upwards. Naruto groans when my mouth reaches his groins. I am still pissed about the personal comment, I am pissed that it does not matter how we are - be it top or bottom - he is always the one in control. Even when I fuck him, even when I let him fuck me, even when I talk to him, even when I look at him.
I do not want to be gentle so I roughly eat him up, nib the foreskin and suck forcefully. I bob my head fast and the sound of my sucking probably penetrates the walls too. God, you are feisty, he huffs while trying to keep his composure although his legs are giving upon him. You are better than any girl at this, he continues and for revenge I plunge my fingers sneakily up his arse without preparation. You cunt, he curses, but I merely smile saliva dripping down my chin. Naruto seems to be a bit in pain yet I keep moving my fingers, feeling him up, overpowering him. Intoxicating. I can taste the pre-cum in my mouth and he has to fight the urge to shoot his load down my throat.
His eyes are almost closed but he manages to push me away so that I am on all fours on the floor and puffing. Now I want more than your fingers, he says raggedly. He drops on his knees too and presses his head down on the cold floor. Do it, he orders and I gladly obey for a reason. We are doing it on the floor, which means a bit more pain. Good. I press his back and arse down in order to meet his hole. His knees slide on the floor screeching and I know it breaks the skin. He curses again, but I press him harder and initially begin to enter him.
Fucking retard, a condom, he remarks angrily and it pisses me off even more. You said now, I merely reply. You fucking former junkie hippie, you know the rules, he continues. Oh fuck you, I push him. I take a deep breath and stand up hastily. I have smoked pod sometimes but that does not make me a junkie, you wanker, I am totally cleaner than you, I basically roar. Do not get so upset, he says while sitting almost calmly on the floor and ruffling his hair. For the love of God, there cannot be a bigger whore than you and you complain that I could have diseases??? I shout angrily. Well, why the fuck would you be so eager to do me without protection then, he asks back like a little kid.
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