Disclaimer : Naruto and all its characters belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Uzumaki Naruto is hopelessly addicted to touch. Or, to be precise, Uchiha Sasuke's touch.
He could feel the cold press of their cheeks against each other, as they lie crumpled like marionettes with cut strings on the cold, hard ground. Slowly bleeding their lives away, but with their fingers still entwined tightly. The two star-crossed lovers were so sure that they were going to die too young, just another casualty to their profession, yet another number in the statistics. Still, they were damned grateful for that short - oh so very short - 2 years they had together after Sasuke finally showed up at the village gates. ' I can't die yet; I need more...'
He loved the possessive caress as thin down-turned lips devoured his own pink plump ones in velvety meeting, playful nips delivered and received. Tongues entangled in a dizzy dance as their hearts beat a strong staccato rhythm. They took a moment from their love play just to hear that music of life. Then, a delicious gasp escaped the blonde as Sasuke's callused palm dragged down Naruto's side while its counterpart grasped the soft light hairs at the base of his hair, tilting his head back to expose his bruised neck to heavy lidded dark eyes. That moment was broken as Sasuke made sweet love to that deceptively delicate-looking golden tanned column with his talented mouth. ' touch me... More...' Naruto arched his back and pressed his chest against warm skin, luxuriating in the addictive contact.
The white-washed surroundings of their hospital walls melted away as they went to their own little world, celebrating life in the age-old way. Moonlight and sunlight merged together in a primal mating as they writhed together, thrusting, trying to touch every single inch skin they could reach. Multicoloured fireworks exploded behind their eyes as they reached their fulfillment simultaneously. Blue eyes opened to see midnight-black ones staring back, trying to convey what his lips would not, no, could not say. Blonde lashes fluttered in response. ' I know. Me too...'
The little teasing brushes of their swinging hands as they strolled through town after recovering from a disastrous mission, tingles of pleasure ran down his spine at every tiny electrifying brush. Blue peeked at the elegantly limping raven and flickered away, guiltily grateful that his beloved sasu-teme is still fine, still walking around. Because damn, he knows that it was sheer dumb luck that they did not perish with the rest of their batch of ANBU freshies, the only two survivors left from the bloodbath. It was proof that kami-sama is still looking after them. Despite being accomplished ninjas themselves, they ought to have been dead.
As if sensing his dark thoughts, a familiar callused hand - one that he could recognise even in pitch dark - slipped into his loosely curled ones and squeezed, remaining there in a firm but gentle grip.
Clear baby blues stared at the emotionless yet slightly flushed profile that was facing away from him, shocked. Then, belatedly, his heart burst into rosy sparkles of intense, overwhelming joy at the blatant display of affection, practically equivalent to a declaration of love from his ice-prince of a lover. Pink lips curled into a stupid grin as he faced forward once more, tugging on their joined hands. He quickened his pace, practically bouncing down the path that led to the apartment that they shared.
'Sasuke, aishiteru...'