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When he laid her down, she was pliant. Soft and supple everywhere beneath his fingers. When he mouthed an open promise on her collarbone, she arched; her skin thin and white in the moonlight. Naruto was careful not to mark her. Make her bleed. He didn't want to damage that lovely translucent surface. He licked a slow sloppy trail up her slender neck, and her fingers, a little rough, twisted his hair into knots. He looked up, and through those liquored lips, she whispered her love with breathy gasps. Green eyes pooling molten emerald through her half closed lids, Sakura moaned with a high wail.
This is how they did it.
With Sasuke, it started with an insult. Drunk or not, words tripping off a callous tongue and they were crashing into walls, knocking over glass and hissing death. Sasuke would try to dislodge Naruto. Undo his footing and take the upper hand, while Naruto tried to do the same.
Sasuke would shove Naruto over a piece of furniture, the couch maybe, and send him flying backwards yelling obscenities. In blind panic, desperate hands would fist a dark blue shirt and pull hard. Both would slam into the coffee table and lay there groaning pathetically. Not for too long though, because staying down meant losing. Neither would give up so easily to the other.
Jumping to his feet first, Naruto is ready to kick his rival in the stomach and carry him bridal style when a zinging sound rings races past his ear and pins him to the wall. Then comes another, then another, then another until he's caught in web of steel twine looped around several kunai. When Naruto tries to pull away, the steel cuts into his flesh. His eyes go wide. He's trapped. He wiggles with haste, but the pointed tips are lodged in the wall deep. He tries to escape, but more blood just runs down the silver web. A quiet chuckle signals his doom. Naruto's body stiffens when he feels a cool breeze in his front. Sasuke's pulling the zipper down his jacket, slowly, and Naruto watches transfixed as he does so. Warm pale hands trail up his sides, and Naruto bites his lower lip. He stares into those lowered gray eyes. Sasuke looks serious…maybe even regretful? A million thoughts flood the blonds mind.
'What am I doing? Where are we doing Sasuke? God, what is this? Does he not want this? Does he want me?'
Naruto is about to throw a punch, never mind the wires cutting him up like butcher meat, when a lazy smirk spreads over that contemplative face and dumbfounds him.
"You look good in fishnet dobe."
The boy blushes.
"S-shut up teme."
Sasuke cuts him loose, and Naruto falls into his arms. They look at one another. Sober this time. Very sober lately, and drink the intoxicating feeling of just being together. Here. Now. Teeth clattering, hands kneading, and Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke. White skin glowing, so perfect in the night. Naruto follows the bead of sweat that rolls down the whiteness, and lifts himself up. He bites down high above the shoulder, and sucks hard on the tense muscle there. When he pulls away, purple spreads where his teeth claimed.
Sasuke puts a sharp unexpected swivel in his hips, and suddenly Naruto is trying to swallow a scream into his forearm. The Uchiha licks the thin red lines checkered on the taut bronze skin. He stays silent, the occasional grunt escaping his parted mouth, and Naruto sighs contently.
This is how they did it...and this is how it was meant to be done.