Of Revenge and Ramen Noodles
By: Capri Desotelle
Giving: Chapter one
Spices danced along the pallet of the blonde man's tongue as he devoured another bowl of ramen, despite the unwanted edge and nervousness radiating from his body, due to the powerful Uchiha in front of him. Over the years the two had seemed to establish a sense of teamwork and friendship. But still as the blond boy sat in the presence of his friend and rival, chatting over ramen and sake, something seemed amiss.
"Naruto, are you enjoying the ramen?"
Sasuke's usually cold eyes were filled with the false warmth of the sake, and Naruto could see past the raven-haired boys tricks. In those obsidian hues the blond found a want for something, a need. Naruto searched his expression, his posture, his attitude, but could find no lead as to what Sasuke wanted. Sasuke looked as if he had had a little too much sake. The smile that prevailed on his face rang true to his consumption of liquor. And so, three hours into the meal Naruto found himself carrying a drunken Uchiha to bed.
Naruto's head felt heavy with intoxication as he carried the amazingly light Uchiha to his room. Sasuke's room was dimly lit, black silk curtains hung over the windows, and, placed in the middle of the elegant room, was a bed covered in black silk. The raven-haired boy slipped from Naruto's grasp at the sight of the bed, his movements slowed by liquor while he maneuvered in between the door and Naruto.
A smirk slithered its way onto the raven-haired boy's lips, his voice deep and husky as he spoke to the intoxicated blonde.
"Naruto…" His voice had an almost sing-song quality to it as he slowly locked the door and sauntered towards the blonde, "I need you to give me something."
Sasuke progressed ever closer as the back of Naruto's legs soon found the bed. The pale, intoxicated boy licked his thin lips before closing the gap between the two.
A smirk painted his face as his halted—centimeters before the others lips—and whispered soft words.
"I need you to give me your heart."
Naruto's breath hitched in his throat as the black-haired boy had said this. He had not time for words before the drunken Sasuke closed the final gap and hushed all speech.
Their tongues met in a frenzied dance and before long they had found their way onto the bed. Sasuke was eager in his progression; he soon had Naruto's shirt off and was trailing kisses down his chest. The blonde breathed heavily and did not resist the raven-haired boys' actions. Soon, Sasuke had worked his way down to Naruto's pant line; he did not wait for permission, or for any type of approval. Naruto's moans had been the only answer he had needed. He pulled the pants from the blonde and let his hands explore the newfound territory.
Naruto's moans were slightly muffled by the Uchiha's mouth. At this point Sasuke had taken complete control; both of Naruto's hands were pinned above his head with the pale boy straddling him. Sasuke's head sunk low next to Naruto's ear as he breathed heavy words.
"Well, Naruto, will you give it to me?"
Sasuke's words were sending jolts of pleasure through Naruto's body, but still the blonde didn't know what he meant. Sasuke's grip on Naruto's arms grew tighter and he spoke again in heavily panted words.
"Will you give me your heart?'
Sasuke pulled his head up and looked into the eyes of the other boy. Azure eyes met obsidian hues and all was understood. Passion excreted from the two and Naruto handed himself over on a silver platter.
Morning came all too soon; Naruto awoke naked next to his friend, rival, and now lover. A soft smile graced the blonde's features as he stroked Sasuke's ruffled hair. He had been given a gift that he now could not live without