Nnh, not sure where this came from. Am just sort of sick of seeing authors making Naruto all wimpy and 'Uwaah, Sasuke-kun!' I guess I was trying to figure out what they'd really be like together. And the whole Orochimaru thing? Totally ignored here. It's just something. I dunno.
"You make a terrible uke."
Naruto glared at his boyfriend. "What the hell, Sasuke? What d'you mean by that?"
"Well, one of us has to be a 'girl', right? That's what all the stereotypical gay couples do."
The dark-haired boy was leaning against the tree Naruto was currently perching in.
"You're the girl, bastard."
"You bottom half the time."
"Yeah. Half. And don't forget it. Anyway, you're prettier."
Surprised indignation radiated from Sasuke's every pore.
"What? No, I'm not--I refuse to be the femme!"
Naruto swung down to sprawl near Sasuke's feet, staring up at the leafy branches and slips of sky that flickered in the wind. He yawned, luxuriating in the heat of the summer afternoon.
"Why does one of us have to be more girly, anyway? I like us the way we are."
"Well, yeah. But...I read...I mean...I heard..."
The blond glanced over at the other, who had sunk down to his haunches. Sasuke was blushing lightly.
"Where'd you read that?"
"Ah...it was a long time ago, okay? It's not like this is a recent thing! It was just that I was bored and it was right there and it was perfectly natural just to flip through it! I--"
"Where'd you read that?" Naruto repeated.
"Kakashi-sensei's books. Er, book," muttered Sasuke.
Naruto considered holding back his snort of laughter, then gave it up. Sasuke looked faintly offended, but mostly embarrassed. After an appropriate interval, Sasuke raised his voice over the blond's mirth.
"Anyway, you're shorter than I am, and you're more expressive. That--"
"I'm not that much shorter, bastard."
"-- adds up to uke. Except you're too...fierce. And you don't cry or anything like that, you just bite back."
"Which, as I recall, you love. Does that make you the submissive?"
"Not a chance, usurakontachi."
"Fight ya for it?"
Sasuke's answer was to snap out a kunai.
Somehow it felt completely right to both of them, fighting again for any reason at all in the lazy late afternoon. Almost better than sex.
Almost.
