Hello. Thanks to everyone who read my previous story "All that I think about".
This one kind of revolves in the same idea, too. I hope you enjoy it.
Btw, this is a rough draft. There are times that I just have to get a SasuNaru story off my system so I can work on more serious stuff like office duties. sighs
Please review. :)
Hands
The clouds are the color of ash and a gust of wind blows. Then, a drizzle begins to fall on the quiet city, on Sasuke's tailored suit, on his deep black hair and pale face.
His eyes do not leave the back of a blond head a few feet in front of him. Naruto. The young man walks in a leisurely pace, but his footsteps fall heavily. The march of the tired and downcast. He seems to have no desire to reach his home soon, nor does he seem to be the least bit bothered about the rain that threatens to grow into a downpour judging by the darkness that is quickly covering the skies.
Sasuke winces as if in pain and digs his fists deeper into the pockets of his jacket. His car keys feel cold and sharp in his hand. He wishes Naruto would let him park his car where he should—right in front of the blond's apartment, and not three blocks away. It's been two weeks already, but nothing has changed. Naruto is still distant, secretive. Just like now as they are walking—with Sasuke trailing behind him. Like they do not know each other.
But they do know each other, and in the most intimate way.
And now Sasuke asks himself, is it shame? Hate? Vengeance?
A cold draft sweeps the empty street and Naruto pulls his coat tighter around him. Then he rubs his palms together and breathes on them for warmth.
Those hands.
Sasuke makes a wish.
How he wants to touch them, hold them. Now. On this street where everyone can see them.
How he wants them to touch him, hold him. Later. As they stand in the darkness of a rented room.
They reach Naruto's door and Sasuke follows him inside the dim flat. A light flickers on and a yellow glow illuminates a corner of the room. Naruto's apartment. It is almost bare except for the few pieces of furniture and a stack of books on the floor—a contrast to Sasuke's vast chamber in his mansion in the elite area of the metropolis. But this is where the treasure lies, in this narrow space, a treasure of heat and tender flesh, of sighs and moans, that Sasuke worships. A love that would not be returned.
Naruto doesn't even glance at Sasuke. He pulls off his boots and drops them on the wooden floor. Sasuke is standing as stiff as stone. Then, Naruto turns around, and for the first time since they met an hour ago in a veiled corner of the park he looks Sasuke in the eyes.
Sasuke's heart pounds violently. Cold, blue eyes.
Naruto's hand moves slowly to take off his coat. He folds it neatly and lays it on a nightstand. His eyes on Sasuke all the while. Then, Naruto's fingers begin to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, he walks towards Sasuke.
Naruto's fingers unbutton his shirt, starting from the top, moving downwards. Sasuke is pinned by Naruto's piercing eyes and he felt powerless. But he wakes up from the stupor and stops Naruto's hands.
Mechanical.
Sasuke has never thought something like this, something as precious and sacred as love, can be mechanical.
He holds Naruto still and lays his lips on his. Softly. Eyes closed. He would make this intimate, unlike the previous times. They would make this intimate, and Sasuke would lead the way.
When he opens his eyes he sees Naruto's blue irises. Blue as the Arctic.
Cold. Merciless. Unfeeling.
Outside, the rain has grown fierce. The skies weep stormy tears.
Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think. :)