"Oof!" Sasuke's young, thirteen year old body slammed against the cold stone walls of Oto. This new enemy… he'd destroyed the compound, locking the two of them below the rubble. He choked at blood which he rasped from his mouth, coughing in bone rattling hacks. "Ngh…" he groaned, lifting his head some to meet the eyes the his assailant.
The light was lacking, and he couldn't see the face, so he squinted harder. Without an extra second to think, he soon found a heated muscle wrapping around his lip. He demanded himself not to flinch when the stranger bit, drawing blood and lapping from it, greedily. At this close range, he couldn't help but take in the person's scent, and it seemed so familiar. Still, he couldn't identify what was so obvious. His tired arms grasped feebly at the sweating wrist clamped around his throat, preventing his escape from their kiss of death. His feet were just barely touching the ground, and he could feel the gravel scrape beneath him as he struggled.
"Don't fight it," he heard the man whisper lowly… and it sounded like his voice. Impossible, though. This could not be him, but some impostor! "Suke… you know you want this." Down his chin, along his jaw, over his cheeks, and back to his bittersweet lips was the round the stranger's tongue decided on. Sasuke had been holding his breath without realizing, and soon had to pant to regain what was lost. Unfortunately, his captor seemed to like that. A lot. Disgusting, he was. Sasuke… didn't… He didn't want such a thing! He could never—! He…
"You're sick."
The man hummed, "Yes… I am. I wanted to get something worthwhile before I die, though." Their conversation complete, he found himself attacked once more, but with a vigor more intense that before. Trailing cool, wetness over his pulsing neck, beating, exposed chest, that too experienced tissue ran over his body like a snake. He shivered when light wind gusts chilled his already shaking frame, icing over the dampest places. His hands were already numb, even from the heat radiating from the intruder, and his neck past sore. Sasuke counted the seconds that passed as the strange feeling of odd apprehension slowly paced into warm comfort, like he remembered this.
He knew this person; there was no need to fear. He always knew him, always would. "Sasu…ke…" A distinguishable mm hmm was mumbled before Sasuke's mouth was filled with a taste, a taste of himself. His own tongue roaming his own mouth; his own hands suddenly touching his own face; his own self remembering that he could only love himself. It was so disturbingly right, how their hands fit together, their mouths. When his other self knelt, pushing them both against the rough wall, Sasuke found his torso wrapped in cold arms by a hot chest, two soft lips buried in his shoulder. He leaned into the other body, likewise did they nestle closer to the only one they could love: himself.