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Naruto was sitting in a bubble bath, watching the sun set from the huge window next to the old ceramic bathtub once again. The water was lukewarm, not warm enough to heat him up, but not cold enough to make him shiver either. He knew there was a small crack somewhere, leaking water and letting it pool on the hardwood floor, but he couldn't care less.
He watched until the sun was invisible, leaving the forest under it dark and mysterious. Letting out a sigh, he got up, pulling the stopper along with him. He heard a loud voice coming from the tubes underneath, indicating that the tub had already started to empty itself. He lifted a tan leg to get out, and put on the white fluffy robe he had placed on a chair before he got in. Drying himself wasn't a priority when he felt this empty, so he didn't bother with it. He started to climb down the stairs, hearing them creak and squeak every time he took a step. Once he was downstairs, he proceeded to walk towards the great fireplace. The old mansion didn't have a heating system, but it was fine for Naruto. How wouldn't it be fine when he was burning on the inside?
He reached for the bottle of wine standing on a dusty table made out of maple, and poured some in the glass next to it. When did he place them there, he couldn't remember. Taking the now filled glass with him, he sat on a seat that had golden embroidery on it. It was comfortable. Naruto crossed his legs and sipped on his wine, the sour taste making him grimace. His muscled legs were out in the open, drops of water still gliding down to the floor. He fixed his eyes on the fireplace. The woods he threw in it earlier were on fire, just like his soul. The only difference was that the woods would eventually burn down, leaving nothing but coals and ashes behind them. Naruto's soul wouldn't. It would burn until eternity, or until he could taste the sweet relief of death.
He took another sip, watching the flames as they danced around and created shapes, reminding Naruto of the past. These long, long nights were the worst. He couldn't help but remember when he felt the warmth radiating off from the fireplace these nights. He was there, they were passionately making out on the king sized bed, he could feel cold hands making their way to his stomach from his thighs, but when he blinked, he was gone, and Naruto was all alone once again. He was his savior, his lover, his friend, and one and only tormentor.
When he came back, Naruto would let him take him, own him, possess him in every single way. He had Naruto's heart, his soul, his body and his mind. He could make Naruto cry, he could make Naruto laugh. Naruto was putty in his hand.
Then he remembered all the nights when he would put his head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat after being fucked senseless into the mattress. He knew that his heart would only beat for him. Him and no one else.
He couldn't help but sob whenever he felt this lonely, whenever he was without him. But he wouldn't give in to the teardrops. He wouldn't let them fall as long as he wasn't here to dry them.
Naruto wasn't mad at Sasuke. He nodded to himself, confirming his thought. He was never mad. How could he get mad at him when he owned his all existence? How could he get mad at himself?
Drinking the last drop and putting the glass on the dark brown Persian rug, he smiled crookedly. He knew that Sasuke wouldn't be able to live without him. He would eventually come back to him.
He always did.