A/N:...I BLAME 'Poison' BY Groove Coverage AND FANART FOR THIS CREATION!
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THIS CONTAINS YAOI, BOY-LOVE, SHOUNEN-AI, HOMOSEXUALS, ETC. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT THING, GO NOW. THIS CONTAINS THE FAN-MADE PAIRING OF Naruto and Sasuke! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT PAIRING, THAT'S COOL. THIS IS MY OPINION. THIS IS MY PREFERANCE. DEAL WITH IT. PLEASE DON'T MAKE RUDE, ANGRY COMMENTS BECAUSE OF MY PREFERANCE. YOU HAVE YOUR PREFERANCES. I HAVE MINE. I UNDERSTAND THAT. IF YOU'RE MATURE ABOUT THIS, YOU'LL LET IT SLIDE AND ENJOY THE STORY FOR IT'S QUALITY. NOT FOR WHAT'S IN IT. I TRY TO IMPROVE MY WRITING AND SIMPLY SAYING "THIS SUCKS ASS!!" DOES NOT HELP ME ONE BIT. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS, GOODY FOR YOU. HAVE A NICE DAY.
WARNING! THIS HOLDS BL, OR MxM SEXUAL INTERCOURSE OR HINTS OF IT! YOU DON'T SEE A LOT, SINCE I BLUSH WHEN I WRITE IT, BUT IT IS THERE! DON'T COMMENT ON IT!!
Disclaimer: Naruto and Co. belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
It was forbidden.
He sighed as he felt thin, cool fingers trail down his stomach, nearing that line of hair just below his bellybutton, and his back arched automatically. His eyes closed tightly as the fingers paused, before trailing back up his abdomen; sweet torture. He gasped suddenly when he felt something hot and wet on his neck, eyes widening to show their deep blue; blonde hair plastered to his forehead and splayed against the pillow like a light halo. He felt a smile on his neck as lips pressed against the junction of his neck, that tongue doing wonders he had never even thought possible.
It was forbidden.
This perfect body beneath him, with curves so traceable it should've been illegal. The way he moaned at a touch in a certain area; his reactions when he didn't get what he wanted. It made him smile softly; this boy was his. His to love; to hold; to do what he wanted. He held his heart. And this boy held his ever black heart; so carefully, as if afraid it would break if he clasped it. It made him warm inside; made him think he could be human once again. All because of this boy.
It was forbidden.
Those pale hands clasped behind his head, raising it up as lips captured his own; a needy kiss, as if the boy on top of him needed to know he was there; that he was real. He wrapped his arms around him, fingers gripping at nonexistent cloth in a desperate manner, pulling himself up to push their chest together; ragged heartbeats beating as one unified thing. What they had was special. It was rare. It was a beautiful, cursed thing.
It was forbidden.
Why, though? Why was something so profound—something so wonderful—forbidden? What was wrong with it? Was it because they were both guys? Because they were supposed to be rivals? Was it because this black haired, onyx eyed angel above him was supposed to be a traitor and evil? Just because he had left them…That didn't make him evil. He pulled back, looking into those hazy eyes he had fallen in love with, brushing back hair from his pale face, and smiled.
"I love you," he whispered, and the pale boy smiled above him, leaning into his hand. But he didn't respond. The blonde was okay with this, though; he was afraid to say it. Afraid that if he said it, that the one person he held close to his heart would disappear; leave him, die. Anything. And he never wanted that to happen.
It was forbidden.
He didn't care. The blonde he held tenderly loved him; he heard him whisper it. How he wished he could reply! But if he did, he knew that man he hated so would come after him and kill him. That man he had sworn to kill the night his family was massacred. If he showed his love for the boy he held in words, he knew it would lead to both of their downfalls.
Which explained why it was forbidden.
But he never told Naruto that.