IMPLICIT

Author: Pixie-Rings

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: NaruSasu

Genre: angst, romance

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Not mine, Kishimoto's. If it were mine, it would be in a gay porn magazine.

Word count: 525

Warning: stream-of-thought-ish

Summary: Naruto doesn't care that Sasuke never says his name during sex. What Naruto says is enough for both of them. Everything's implicit, tacit, there's no need for both of them to say it.

Naruto doesn't care that Sasuke never says his name during sex. It's enough to have him there, solid and real. It's enough to have him in his arms, kiss him, feel him, skin on skin, lips on lips. It's enough to hear his laboured breathing, his light groans of pleasure in the semi-dark apartment. What Naruto says is enough for both of them. Everything's implicit, tacit, there's no need for both of them to say it.

Sure, Naruto would like it if, for once, Sasuke didn't abort the murmur of his name mid-word, or, once they're both spent and sated, Sasuke told him he loved him, even if he knows it perfectly well even without it being said.

So, Naruto says it for both of them. He begs Sasuke's name, his voice hoarse, he chants how good everything Sasuke does to him is and how turned on he is. And afterwards he caresses Sasuke's cheek and whispers he loves him.

It's not as if Sasuke doesn't react. No, he takes his hand and kisses his fingers, looking at him through half-closed lids in that unconsciously seductive way. Never a word of love has come from those thin and sensual lips, and none ever will, probably, not even at the moment of his death. But Naruto takes courage and says it for both of them.

And it's not like Sasuke doesn't demonstrate his affection. He'll come up behind Naruto while he's doing the dishes and kiss his neck, breathing him in. Sometimes, when they're alone and all is quiet, he'll kiss him on the cheek or snuggle up to him. He's started to become more open in public, too. Sometimes Naruto will get a longing look from a girl, and then he'll mark his territory with a hand in Naruto's back pocket, possessively cupped on his ass, and a glare in the girl's direction of his trademark brand that would make a loose Kyuubi run for his mummy.

But he'll never say a word, and Naruto doesn't need it really, but it would be refreshing to hear it, just once.

He's just come back from a mission. He should be tired, but because his chakra was almost gone Kyuubi smelt some freedom, and Kyuubi gets Naruto wild. He couldn't resist the thought of holding Sasuke down and practically raping him, biting savagely into the crook between shoulder and neck and growling hungrily as Sasuke yields, not without some reluctance.

Afterwards Naruto is spent, exhausted, and drifts off to sleep, Kyuubi finally satisfied that's he's gotten one over on the Uchiha he so detests again. Sasuke watches him sleep, rubbing the bite mark on his neck and wincing when he shifts, and sighs. How someone who looks so angelic could have pounded into him so is beyond him. He reaches out and touches Naruto's cheek, his lips, his throat and leans forward.

"I love you," he whispers on barely a breath, kissing the shell of his ear and turning over. He'd never tell him when he's awake, but he knows Naruto knows, so there's no need to. Naruto says it for the both of them. It's implicit.