Nightly Encounters - Chapter 1
One night, Sasuke, drunk and eager for company, stumbles into the wrong tent. Naruto has no idea of the events their nightly encounter will set into motion. Lighthearted romance with dramatic undertones! Rated M for mature themes, of the single sex kind.
Author's notes; this is the first big story I've ever dared to publish. I really wanted to finish it before I started publishing, but I'm incredibly slow, and hoping to get the push I need through having deadlines. As you will probably come to notice, this story is slightly AUish. Mostly because even though I love Naruto, I don't love everything that happens to the characters in it, and, of course, this story would be a lot more difficult to write if I followed the storyline. Although there are certainly adult themes in this story, it isn't the most serious thing I have written. There's lots of humor and even more drama, because honestly, that's what we're all in it for, right?
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the material depicted in this story. The official story would have looked quite different if I did.
"Hey, are you awake?" The words where whispered in a hoarse growl, not at all like the quiet and comforting voice of someone coming for a nightly visit in the dark should sound. But, like everything else he ever said, there was a hint of something sensual there.
Even though the night obscured every feature, it was easy enough to put the face from so many memories to the silhouette standing in the entrance of the tent. His looks where, to be brutally honest, quite plane. Not in a boring sort of way, but simply so perfect there was hardly anything the eye could dwell on. Like a renessainse painting of some divine saint or angel. What made him interesting, was something beyond that porcelain face. Something that every woman he ever encountered seemed to sense right away. It was a longing, no, more like a hunger, that ran through every furrow of his brow and every tensing of his jaw, and gathered in the black pools of his eyes. Eyes that, even though they were as black as a midnight sky, seemed to burn with longing and hidden intensity. It was this that attracted females of every age and type, the need to satisfy his hunger and settle his longing. They were probably not even aware of the fact that their attraction to him was an answer to some deep and basic instinct, but simply acted on it, fawning all over the dark haired boy like silly hens.
But what made him feel all silly around Sasuke? Naruto thought to himself in the darkness. He was, after all, no girl, and far enough from being one to watch with unclouded eyes the way Sasuke's haunted look awoke the instinct to nurture and protect in every woman. He had known the boy for years, and watched the boy for years. He knew every expression, every movement of his body, and every tone of his voice. There was nothing mysterious and brooding about Sasuke to Naruto, and although Sasuke probably liked to think he was some deep well of secrets, Naruto knew that even his most secret emotions were painfully obvious on his face if you knew how to read it. So what was it that made him long to touch the other boy in all the wrong ways every time they were sparring, what was it that made Sasuke's scrawny and pale body haunt every sensual dream he ever had? It wasn't as if Sasuke was the only attractive person he knew, heck, he wasn't even the only attractive boyhe knew, so why was it that it had to be his old teammate he wanted so bad.
When the tent flap had been pulled aside and revealed the silhouette that Naruto could probably draw in his sleep, he instantly recognized it from his repertoir of nighttime fantasies. Good thing we don't have to share tents anymore, he had thought to himself, because these kind of dreams had been happening far too often lately for anyone he might have shared his tent with to feel comfortable. But then something unexpected happened; Sasuke called out a name that did not belong anywhere in Naruto's "good" dreams.
"Answer Sakura! I know you can hear me."
His heart sank. There was no way that name would have been mentioned in any of his dreams as of the last few years, and especially not the kind he was expecting, so what was going on? Was this really happening?
"Come onSakura, don't play hard to get. Sorry I don't want to hold your hand and play house, but that wasn't part of the deal. Honestly, you knew that from the beginning, and still agreed to this."
Those words really woke Naruto up. It took his muddled brain a few seconds to process each word and make something coherent out of them, but when he did, they didn't seem to make any sense anyway. What deal? Okay, he wasn't twelve anymore, he could probably guess what kind of deal boys and girls fullfilled in the middle of the night, but Sasuke and Sakura?He didn't know whether he should be disgusted or jealous. That bastard, who had never showed any interest in their female teammate, just suddenly decided to start fucking her behind everyone's backs? Or... Was it possible that they actually had fallen in love with each other? Naruto didn't know which option would be worse.
"You know you want it..." Sasuke was saying from the entrance of the small tent as he scooped closer. There was a seductive tone in his voice now, and Naruto could just imagine the half smile playing on Sasuke's pale lips as he spoke. Oh yes, how right he was, Naruto realized to his own terror, as he felt his body respond to the barely whispered words. What was he going to do? He couldn't really fathom how Sasuke could have made such an error. Even though he had been out scouting with Kakashi when he and Sakura had set up camp, he was a top trained ninja, for fuck's sake! Finding the tent that actually contained a girl shouldn't be that hard, even though it was dark. And it was too late to just point out the other boy's mistake by now. He couldn't really laugh away the fact that he had just been lying there for several minutes. Maybe he could fake sleep? Pretend to be in a coma?
While the blond boy was busy freaking out, the darkhaired teen closed in on the proximty between the two. It was a very small tent, so to avoid stepping all over the blond, that action required him to crawl next to Naruto's sleeping bag while leaning over him. As he got close enough for Naruto to feel his breath down his neck, an explanation to this idiotic misunderstanding presented itself with sudden clarity; the breath was sour with the stench of alcohol. So Kakashi had been in the festive mood during scouting duty today. Naruto did not like the way Kakashi was transfering all his bad habits to his young protege, conveniently forgetting all the liqour and porn Jiraya had passed his way over the years. But at least he never drank during missions, as his old frog-master tended to do. He had not known it was something Sasuke practiced either. Naruto furrowed his brow in worry over his old friend and teammate, but pushed the thought aside, realizing he had more pressing matters to worry about, as Sasuke positioned himself in a way that had him straddling Naruto's stomach and arms.
So, he had a drunk Sasuke across his chest, who thought Naruto was the girl he was currently fucking, and a body that was getting hornier by the second. Shit.