Once again an attempt at writing something out of my comfort zone of twisted and/or depressing themes. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Shout out to shizu2 for their review on "Body Temperature" that reminded me I wrote this
Burn
"It's a matter of heat"
If there was one thing he really, truly, hated about the Kyuubi, and being her carrier was the fact she was indeed female.
Every once and a while his skin would feel even hotter than normal, and his discomfort around other people would increase and he'd start staring at, well, nearly everyone, and worse mostly a certain dark haired bastard and think
'Ooo, nice.'
And he'd have to shake himself from what ever demon heat induced fantasy-usually involving the Uchiha, him, and some sort of lubric-
U-hem!
He'd shake himself from said unwantedmusings and go back to training or work.
Luckily no one was the wiser. They just thought he was acting a bit stranger than normal and all was ok.
He had to be extra careful of course.
No wandering around outside his house when not needed
No leaving his door or windows unlocked, and without shades
No extra time spent with anyone-especially that bastard
No talking to anyone too long-particularly that bastard
No going anywhere alone with anybody-above all no where with the bastard
No looking into the eyes of anyone-mostly a certain pair belonging to that bastard
No touching anyone unless impossible to dodge –that goes double for that bastard
No thinking about touching any one-again especially for the bastard
No thinking about the bastard period
No thinking about thinking about that bastard.
If he could just follow all of these rules he can make it through the stupid Kyuubi induced heat without embarrassing himself terribly.
Except, He has always been horrible at following rules…
This was something he thought of belatedly
When his back was to the grass and a certain bastard was pinning him there. Because they had been training a little extra today. Alone. And that bastard was just over him, with his stupid smooth forearms resting on either side of Naruto's head. And he's staring at him with those black, black eyes. And, oh crap, the bastards touching the side of his face, and the blonde can't stop from thinking about all the other things he could be touching. Which, dammit! Means he's thinking of the bastard! And now the older teen's lips are hovering near his ear and his eyes roll back into his head as the bastard's warm breath caresses it, and he almost misses what he says but, oh. my. god! He said his name! and, fuck! He's never heard Sasuke's voice so damn sensual before-all low and velvety and like a freaking purr. And he'd be dammed if he had ever hear anyone say his own name even slightly like that-and for some reason he not only wants to hear it again-but he wants to hear it from Sasuke, and Sasuke only. And he whimpers slightly, and practically feels the same shiver he himself had felt moments before, run its way down the dark haired ninja's spine-and he can't help the unbelievable need and desire to touch Sasuke back-but he dare not. And all he can do-annoyingly weak as it makes him feel- is whimper with want,
"Sasuke"
And it's like a fucking damn broke and any hesitation or restraint the Uchiha apparently once had went flying out the proverbial window.
So… after all the years of being careful, of being insanely careful, he finally crashed and burned. That's ok, it turns out it's a good kinda' burn.
Besides, He's never been one to follow the rules anyway…
Fin.
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