This chapter was edited on December 30 2012, so if you have read this story before there are some minor kinks that I ironed out, there's also a few extra paragraphs... not very important ones they just add to the fluff. Enjoy! (Happy early New Year!)

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, wish I did but sadly I don't…

Warning: This is a SasuNaru fic. There will be intense gay sex between these two during this fic (basically 4,000 out of the 5,700 words this fic consists of are sexual)… You have been warned.

Before You Read: I just adore SasuNaru and NaruSasu fics so I decided I just had to make one! This is my very first SasuNaru or yaoi fic of any kind so PLEASE REVIEW and tell me how I did! Also, I'm going for the "obsessed" type of character with Sasuke, so yeah… Enjoy...

You Said Anything

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I flop on my bed in my usual PJs, begging sleep to come quickly. The day of training I just had was grueling to say the least and now all I want is a good night's rest.
I sense a presence slip into my room. The feel of cold night air from my window alerting me to the uninvited guest. I slip out of bed quickly and silently, positioning my body so that my back is to the wall.

"C-Come out," I say, kicking myself for the slight waver in my voice.
Silence.

"Damn it! Show your face bastard!" I yell, aggravated that my silent enemy is so good at concealing himself.

A laugh.

I turn my head towards my bed and see the shadow right before the dim yellow lamp on my bedside table is turned on.

"Sa-Sasuke?" I ask, completely dumbstruck. I slip into a fighting stance as my former teammate watches me intently with a look I can't quite place on his face. He doesn't take a fighting stance.

I remember Tsunade baa-chan telling me that Sasuke killed Orochimaru. I feel my hopes lift. Maybe that's why Sasuke's here, to come back to Konoha. But… he doesn't utter a word, just watches me.

I feel uncomfortable under his intense stare.

He looks like he has been carved from marble by the hands of gifted gods, his features sharp and perfect. He has grown tall, only an inch or two above my height though, if we stood close, his lips would be equal to the tip of my nose.

We just look at each other for some time before he finally opens his mouth to speak.

"You said anything," he says coolly, and even though his voice is at a normal volume, it seems too loud for this atmosphere.

I cock my head to the side and slowly lower my weapon, "Huh?" I ask, totally dropping my weapon, I'm a formidable enough opponent without it.

"You said you'd do anything to bring me back," Sasuke says, his eyes still staring so insistently at me, it makes me want to hide.

"Does this mean you're coming home? That you're coming back to Konoha?" I ask, walking up to him with some haste to my step, my hope bubbling up within me.

I could keep my promise to Sakura now.

"No you dobe, it means you have the chance to bring me back," he seethes, I'm a little taken aback by his tone and I take a small step away from him so that we're about an arm's length apart.

"Teme… fine what do you want?" I ask growling, folding my arms, a little happy that he called me by my old nickname.

He reaches out cautiously and grips my wrist.

I look at him with an expression of mild curiosity. I feel my insides bubble up happily at the thought of having my old friend back.

"Remember, you said anything," he says, his vice grip tightening painfully on my wrist. I feel the happy bubble within myself pop and get replaced by dread. Is he going to kill me?

Sasuke flings me onto my bed and quickly secures both my wrists above my head with one hand as he pins down my body with his knee, digging it painfully into my stomach. He reaches down with his free hand and rips the collar of my shirt.

"Wha-what?" I ask stupidly, Sasuke secures my wrists together with a piece of cloth he just tore from my shirt. It isn't a tight knot; I could free myself from it easily if I want to.

If I want to.

"Just let me do this without struggling and I'll come back," he says with an authoritative voice.

I stop struggling immediately making Sasuke chuckle at my submissive action.

"Will you really come back?" I ask, all the hope I feel leaking into my voice.

He chuckles again before moving himself off of me to stand on the floor. I lie there and feel my pulse quicken as he undresses himself in one quick movement.

Sasuke is hard.

So this is what he wants.

He wants me.

My eyes grow wide and I look back to the ceiling wanting this horribly awkward night to be over already.

"Sasu-Sasuke, I'm not… gay…" I say, my body going as stiff as a board.

"No struggling," his tone is final, and just the slightest bit hurt sounding.

I am not gay. I never once fantasized about this. Never once have I even considered this a possibility.

I feel my cheeks flush in embarrassment as my former friend positions himself above me. I turn away from him, feeling confused and more than a little shocked. If this is what it takes to bring Sasuke back then I'll do it, but not happily.

I can feel his hot breath on my exposed neck. I clamp my eyes shut and my face contorts into a grimace.

He just hovers there, not touching me at all. Just sitting there, watching me.

I can hear him begin to touch himself and I can feel his blistering breath on my neck still, it smells like spearmint toothpaste.

His breathing gets heavier until he explodes onto my ripped shirt. I feel the mattress shift around me and I can tell he sat up. I open my eyes and relax my face slightly as I glance at my old friend.

Panting slightly, with a little of his own come on his stomach, and his dick hardening again, he still manages to look regal.

Our eyes meet and I see that look come back onto his face again, the one he had when he turned on the dim yellow lamp. His eyes just the slightest bit lidded and his jaw slack, his stare drifts up and down my body until his erection is standing full mast yet again.

He reaches his hand up suddenly and tears my shirt off my body completely then slides my pants and boxers off my legs, careful not to touch my bare flesh yet, like I might burn him.

He looks at my body again, the same way as before and I feel my body flush with embarrassment. I don't struggle.

Our eyes meet and the look on his face turns desperate, like his need for me intensified tenfold.

All at once his hands are on me. Hands intent on feeling every part of my body. I turn my gaze to the wall, stifling a little gasp as his fingers tweak my nipple.

I don't want to enjoy this, I think about ramen and math homework but the way Sasuke's calloused hands are so desperately moving over my body holds my attention.

Sasuke's mouth comes down to help his hands, frantically placing angry red marks all over my torso and hips.

I feel myself harden very slightly at the sensation. This is normal; any teenage guy would react this way to being touched like this.

I gasp and arch despite myself, as one of Sasuke's hands moves to my back to gently rub small circles at the base of my spine. I can feel Sasuke's mouth smirk against my stomach at the small victory.

He moves so his mouth is hovering just above my dick, letting his sinfully hot breath tease my sensitive skin. I grow harder and huff a little at my own weakness.

Sasuke just calmly takes me into his boiling mouth and sucks hard on the tip, letting his tongue tease my slit. I get hard fast and bite my lip hard as a groan rumbles in my chest.

Sasuke's enthusiasm overwhelms me; he's obviously been wanting for this a long time, and he knows exactly what he wants to do because he spares no time in getting into position and taking me into his mouth. Boy, he must have spent a lot of time thinking about it because what he is doing is mind-blowing.

I fist my bound hands into the sheets above my head to keep them from flying to Sasuke's hair. I hold my breath to keep from moaning and gnaw at my lips.

I try to stop myself from looking down at him but I don't succeed. The sight is strangely erotic and makes me suck in my breath. His pale and slightly flushed cheeks are hollow from the sucking and his brow is slightly furrowed, like he's concentrating on every move he's making; he looks up at me through his lashes and I suck in my breath. The look of need and desperation so evident in his eyes it makes me wonder how I never noticed it there before.

Looking away, I bite my lip hard and return to holding my breath when he stops with his mouth, letting his hand do the work as he crawls up to my face before giving me a sad expression and gently pulling my lip from between my teeth with his thumb.

"Don't," he whispers, gently rubbing my now bloody lip. For a moment I think he might kiss me but he doesn't. He just trails kisses from my neck, back down to my abs to continue his previous task.

I let a few breathy gasps escape my lips as he brings me close to completion, not totally losing control over myself just yet. I try to warn him but I can only mouth his name and I come on the back of his throat.

He chokes a little giving a surprised snort before he swallows it and licks me clean afterwards.

I lie there panting, dazed, and totally, completely confused.

Sasuke moves to hover over me again, that same hungry look on his face, accompanied by a frantic stare.

Our eyes meet and I don't break the eye-contact. Our panting breath mingles with each other. I try to think of what might come next but Sasuke beats me to it.

"Turn over," he orders leaving no room for argument. I do as I'm told, feeling what's left of my pride fade away.

"Get on your knees," he commands again, his breathing getting heavier, his voice all the more desperate.

I comply and settle for a position on my knees and elbows, my semi-hard dick hanging shamelessly under me. Sasuke kicks my legs open wider and he makes his assault on the backs of my thighs and calves, leaving the same angry red marks there as he left on my torso.

His hands stroke my back and my legs, sometimes rubbing the base of my spine and making goose bumps rise on my hot skin and pleasant shivers to shake my body and breath.

He stops very suddenly and jerks away from me, I hear him slump against the wall next to my bed. I look over my shoulder to see Sasuke frantically beating his own cock again, his eyes burning wholes into my body, his breathing quick and labored. I stay in my position, my body frozen stiff, very stiff.

My erection throbs a little beneath me, I want to touch myself but can't tear my eyes away from the gasping boy behind me. It's not long until he comes on his chest and stomach. He grabs a piece of my torn off shirt and wipes himself off, his heavy stare never leaving my body. He's erect again before he even manages to finish cleaning himself off.

Any patience he had before is now lost. He lunges at me with an almost animalistic snarl, the pads of his finger tips gripping my hips so hard, I know that the bruises will last a few days, even with the kyuubi. Sasuke bends his head down and licks all the way from the tender spot behind my balls to the base of my spine. I quiver slightly as he passes over my hole, embarrassed at the whole concept of his face being so close to my private area.

Sasuke's scalding tongue and lips suck and lick at my entrance until it has to be red and puckered, the skin twitching ever so slightly. And as much as I don't want to admit it, the sensation is simply intoxicating. I push my hips into mouth and let out a squeal as he gently nips at the sensitive skin, tickling me a little.

He wraps his hands around my torso and pulls my ass into his face, gently brushing against my now dripping cock.

"Sa-Sasuke," I say pathetically, panting out the word. He stops almost too suddenly, as if the sound of my voice made him snap out of something.

"Hn," the predictable response makes me laugh lightly.

I look over my shoulder at him, the smile still on my face from my quick moment of amusement.

"Sasuke," I say his name again quietly, more to myself then to him, the promise of his homecoming making my lingering smile a grin. He frowns at me slightly, his brows furrowing a little, as if he's unhappy or confused with my joyful expressions.

"Suck," he says, presenting me with three of his fingers.

I comply with his request as he makes small, firm circles on the very base of my spine. I hum around his fingers making Sasuke hiss and shiver at the same time. I lick his fingers slowly, feeling his callous with my tongue and tasting his skin.

A small voice in the back of my head is screaming at me that the fingers in my mouth were just recently covered with both my and Sasuke's come. I try not to gag at the thought; I've never wanted come in my mouth, still don't. I don't want to be gay or do anything gay, period.

I'm straight. I've liked Sakura for how long now? It seems like an eternity, yet I don't feel my heart flutter like it should when I think of the pink haired kunoichi. Still, I don't want a guy's fingers in my mouth, or on my dick, or in my asshole...

But it's Sasuke.

It's Sasuke's fingers, Sasuke's hands, arms, legs, hair, chest, back, mouth, voice, eyes, dick, it's just Sasuke. How can I be mad at him? I haven't seen him in so long that it feels nice to be able to get to know him again so fast.

But his intensity scares me, his stare is so very different from what I remember, and yet, it doesn't seem all that new. He's the same, he's different. I don't know which he is. Probably both. Hopefully both.

Sasuke's fingers are slowly taken out of my mouth and I let go with a small pop. The sound makes me blush and I find my already flushed cheeks glowing even more with embarrassment. Sasuke lets his wet fingers slowly trace my back, leaving little trails of heat and moisture behind.

The devilish fingers rest on top of my entrance; I can feel Sasuke hesitate, his fingers pressing like he's going to make them enter, then the pressure is released and he goes back to gently stroking and fondling the outside of my pert hole.

I feel my own nerves kick in full gear; I become painfully aware of my own embarrassing arousal and the way my hands tremble, even with my hands still bound.

But my nerves don't even compare to Sasuke's, he's not even breathing and my keen ears can hear the desperate beating of his heart from my position on the bed. He bends his head down and gives me another gentle lick but still his fingers refuse to enter.

I look over my shoulder to see his expression, he still has that intense look of need on his face but, there's something else there too. Grief. Bitterness. Betrayal. Fear. Heartache… Pain.

The fear of rejection contorting his face into a slight grimace. He puts pressure on his fingers again, a manic expression appearing on his face he's so desperate to please me.

The flood of emotions he presents me with briefly makes my chest hurt like I just saw a cat get run over.

I feel empathy well up inside me, making up my mind to help him along his way. Very slowly, I turn over. From my position on my knees and elbows, I go to a position on my back with my feet flat on the soft mattress, my knees bent and my legs spread slightly, my head and shoulders propped up by pillows so that I can look at Sasuke without straining my neck. I suddenly begin to gasp for air, not having been aware that I was holding my breath.

I look at Sasuke and immediately notice the blush spreading across his face. It looks strange to see the normally solemn and calm boy so worked up. His blush makes my decision for me.

I put my fingers from both of my bound hands into my mouth and begin licking them, coating them with saliva. Sasuke sits cross legged in front of me, leaning forward to get a better look at what I'm doing.

He doesn't know what to do with his hands, he balls them in my sheets, touches my ankle and calves, even sits on them at one point. His erection looks a painful reddish-purple from neglect and arousal.

I lock eyes with him for a while before slowly bringing my fingers out of my mouth and placing them at my entrance. I hesitate for a moment as well before I force my middle finger on one of my hands to shove in. I'm a little perplexed at the feeling, even though my finger is only in up to the first knuckle, I can tell how painful it'll be when Sasuke finally fucks me.

It's at this moment when I realize how truly quiet it is in my apartment. The only sounds in the room coming from our uneven breath that we're trying to calm unsuccessfully and the frenzied beating of my heart in my ears. The silence makes me feel even more self conscious, the knowledge that Sasuke is watching me prepare myself for him sinks in and makes my whole body turn scarlet.

Sasuke's expression makes me swallow. His eyes are hazy and clouded over with pure need and want. His jaw is completely slack his pink tongue is gliding along his teeth slowly. His breathing is heavy, and then he holds his breath slightly, like it got trapped in his throat, before he breaths again. His eyes slowly trace my body, lingering where my hands are soiling themselves.

Sasuke's hands are still wandering about, getting braver and braver with their actions; his fingers trace the cloth binding my hands, feathering touches along my inner thigh, wiping his sweaty palms on my sheets, sometimes he cups himself, the need to great to resist.

I still only have one of my fingers in, I slowly move it in as far as I can reach, wiggling it around, surprised that it makes my erection throb harder. The feeling is still uncomfortable though, the thought of having two fingers in makes me cringe a little. I experiment with my asshole, relaxing and contracting around my one calloused finger. I swivel my hips a little still trying to force myself to relax.

I bite my lip and shove in my ring finger with my middle finger, I feel myself contracting around my fingers automatically and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I just hold the fingers still and let my body relax around them, my asshole complaining at the intrusion. Sasuke watches with baited breath, his eyes fixed on my hole. His jaw moves up and down but no words come out, his flush a rosy red against his pale skin, his erection avidly throbbing, a vein pulsating rapidly beneath the swollen skin.

I feel the urge to say his name again, but he's on top of me so fast that I don't even have time to react. He pulls my fingers from my ass and sucks them clean. I feel his leaking dick pulsating on my entrance and I shiver.

I know what's coming next. He'll fuck me mercilessly into the mattress then leave me sore and alone. But he'll stay here with me, in Konoha. We'll see each other in the morning and nod at each other like nothing happened, we'll never mention this night. It'll be like this never happened. But it did happen. It is happening.

He grabs another scrap of my shirt and ties my hands to the bed post tightly. He throws my legs over his shoulders for better leverage I'm assuming, his arms envelope my body and he presses his chest closer to my own, though my legs make it awkward. He kisses my collar bone and chest lightly before I feel the pressure at my entrance. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as he finally enters me. I bite my lip again, feeling the skin give way beneath my teeth, the warm red liquid dripping into my mouth.

The pain is unexpected. I thought my fingers were bad but, compared to this… I let out a whine of pain, high pitched and feminine. I want to punch myself for being so weak. The pain isn't that bad compared to a lot of my other injuries but it's enough to make me cringe away from Sasuke.

Sasuke stops pushing in and unwinds his hands from around my body to cup my face. He looks directly at me, his eyes searching mine for something, for what I do not know. He furrows his brow in a disapproving way and pulls my abused lip from between my teeth and rubs it with his thumb again. Our faces are so close I can taste his breath, still faintly smelling of spearmint toothpaste.

Again he looks as if he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't… he just stares at me with pleading eyes, making my stomach swirl.

He sits up a bit and moves his dick tentatively inside of me and to my horror pushes in even farther. The feeling is uncomfortable and not in the least pleasurable. It feels as if someone is trying desperately to rip my body apart and I don't like it one bit.

But that look on Sasuke's normally perfectly passive face makes all my complaints of pain and discomfort catch in my throat. Instead the only noise I make is breathy gasps mixed with low and quiet moans of grief and distress. Sasuke finally starts to pull back out, shivering with pleasure and letting out a low groan.

Sasuke pushes back in again slowly then slides back out, his face contorting with pleasure and mine contorting in pain. I force myself to relax around him only to tighten back up as he pulls out slightly faster than before.

Sasuke is growing impatient.

I barely even have the capacity to breathe, let alone scream, as he picks up his pace quite considerably. The pain is still there but its more manageable now, I focus on a spot on the ceiling and try to relax again but I soon find it to be impossible. I try to breathe normally but soon find that impossible too. His pace quickens and his thrusts are erratic and jerky. His face tells me he's almost at his limit.

Sasuke pulls out of me swiftly and I let out a startled grunt only to be covered in his come once again. Sasuke is not finished yet though; I can see it in his eyes, a need so great that I cannot fathom what made him like this. We stare at each other for a long moment, both of us embarrassed, nervous, and disheveled.

He flips my body over in one quick movement, my arms, still bound to the bedpost, twisting awkwardly. I feel him at my entrance once again, he lifts up my hips a little so I'm back on my elbows and knees, and he bends over my body, swiftly placing a few angry red marks between my shoulder blades.

He's rougher this time, he enters me with great haste forcing out a groan from my throat. I quickly discover this position allows him to go deeper inside my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin, along with the dull clunking noise that the bed frame makes against the wall, fills the room and makes the glaring silence less noticable. Both of our breathing is labored and filled with low moans, groans, and gasps.

The feeling is still uncomfortable and I know I'll be sore when we're through but, pleasure is starting to rear its ugly head.

I feel like a pervert.

A dirty gay pervert.

But it just feels so good. Sasuke brushes something inside me and I scream, not one of pain, but one of dirty pleasure.

I feel Sasuke pick up his pace while he tries to find my point of ecstasy again. He finds it unnervingly fast and abuses it mercilessly. I wither underneath him, panting and moaning uncontrollably.

"Sasuke! N- not so hard!" I cry desperately as I feel my forgotten dick pulse miserably beneath me, our constant jerking making it hit my stomach or leg occasionally and making me see spots.

He responds to my desperate cry immediately backing off, causing my heart to swell to my throat, he's considerate, even in this situation.

I push back against him in little pleading thrusts and I whimper. Sasuke growls and bends over my body, slamming in faster than before. He reaches a hand around and teases a nipple making me round my back up into him and shiver.

Sasuke snarls at my action and reaches for my dick. I let out a quick half scream, half moan before my lungs refuse to work. Sasuke lovingly brings me to completion and I let out a whimper of total satisfaction. I come before Sasuke does, going limp under his still thrusting body. He doesn't pull out this time and comes inside me letting out a wordless cry.

He flips me over roughly after pulling out and hovers over my tired body. At first I think he might start another round, but his eyes present me with a different kind of need.

Sasuke chews on the inside of his cheek nervously, an action I've never seen him do before. He opens his mouth to say something but snaps it shut a second later with enough force to make his teeth clack audibly.

Again, I'm painfully aware of the silence looming in my room, without the constant moans and breathy gasps filling my ears to distract me, I become attentive to the situation I'm in and just how wrong it really is. But as I look at Sasuke, with his eyebrows knit together, his eyes darting worridly about my face, his expression almost looking apologetic... I can't manage to feel mad.

I tug on my bindings lightly, silently asking permission to undo them. He nods and with a small tug the ripped shirt comes undone. The euphoria from my orgasm has worn off, leaving my hips feeling sore and stiff. I can feel Sasuke's come swish uncomfortably inside me and I want to go take a shower to go get it out. I want to push him off of me then curl up in a ball and sleep the memories away.

But I don't do any of that. Instead I lie there awkwardly beneath him, resting my arms by my sides submissively and let Sasuke have a little war within himself while he hovers there.

"I… Naruto I…" he stops and swallows the rest of his words down. He closes his eyes and lets his body goes limp on top of mine, burying his face in the crook of my neck again, placing tentative and gentle kisses there as his arms encircle my body.

I stay frozen. I don't know whether or not I'm supposed to participate in this tender after-sex-cuddling moment. I test the waters a little, letting one of my hands come up and rest on his upper back giving an awkward pat. Sasuke lets out a shaky sigh and holds me closer. I wrap my arms more securely around him and give a small sigh back. I held up my end. I did anything he wanted without complaint, now he's coming back.

I feel my chest swell at the thought of having my old friend back and promise myself that I won't let this incident change anything between us. But… this does change… everything.

I feel Sasuke mumble something against my neck and it's only then that I notice my grip on him is so strong that it must be causing him pain. I immediately let my arms fall back to my sides and smile sheepishly at him when he pulls his face from my neck to look at me.

"Ask me to kiss you," he says desperately, as if he's afraid I'm going to disappear before he finishes his sentence.

I'm stunned into silence. I look at him like he's crazy, a question mark practically painted on my face. Does he really need me to ask after he just screwed me? His expression turns so desperate it makes my heart break a little, his breathing getting frantic and shallow.

His despairingly fraught eyes search mine, for what I do not know. I feel small under his distressed gaze, I open my mouth to say something but no words escape my lips. I shake my head once, not in rejection but in confusion, the movement so minute it is hardly noticeable, even to a ninja. The action sends him into frenzy; he leaps off me like I have the damn plague and dresses with such speed it makes my head spin.

I jump off the bed and grab him before he can make his escape. He looks at me; cheeks flushed with the kind of embarrassment only rejection brings and eyes that could soften a demons heart.

"Sasuke," I say his name desperately, holding on with all my might to his clothes. He searches my eyes again and I feel tears well up. He's going to leave again.

I recognize that look in his obsidian eyes all too well. I shake my head and feel his hands pry at mine to get me off his clothes.

"Don't go!" I choke out, feeling the first of my tears spill over.

"I still have to kill my brother," he says it without emotion his eyes still glued to mine, his figure obscured by my tears.

"No, no… you don't have to. Please Sasuke, just stay here with me! Please… I don't care what you do to me, just stay!" his eyes grow cold and my hands go weak. I drop his now crumpled shirt and drop my eyes to my floor. I feel despair rake through my body, I shake my head as my tears continue to fall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand reach for me. My heart quickens and I feel myself lean towards his comforting hand slightly; his hand stops short though, it balls up into a fist and he's out the window running away from me before I can even blink.

I feel numb and sore at the same time; Sasuke's come slowly traveling down my thigh, the funny thing is, I don't mind it being there for now.

I flop onto my bed and cry. I was so close to getting him back, my best friend in the whole wide world… and now he's gone… again.

He's left me alone. Alone in this deafening silence with only my muffled sobs to break it.

His actions confuse me though. Is it love? Is it lust? Is it hate? I don't know what Sasuke feels for me. And that look he had! Why did he have to look like that? Why did he have to confuse me so much? Why, why, why?

I know one thing for sure though… if he ever comes back again, I am never letting him go.

Authors Note: Okay, done! This is what I worked on instead of studying for my finals… gah…

I really, really, really love how this fic turned out and I sincerely hope that you guys enjoyed it too!

This is my very first yaoi fanfic so PLEASE REVIEW and tell me how I did, things you thought were stupid, things you thought were cute, ect… all criticism is welcome!

I want to start taking requests for stories too so if you want me to write a steamy story about your favorite pairing just let me know in your reviews! (I'll do any pairing no matter how ridiculous… Hehe, I'm such a pervert!)

-Honeybee : )