Please be nice, this is my first Naruto fanfiction, and my first NaruSasu story.
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Sasuke hates the fact, that, whenever he nears him. His heartbeat speeds, his stomach twisting into impossible knots and all sensible thoughts leaving his head. Why?
Why did it always happen around that spiky haired idiot with a fetish for ramen?
He hates the way his eyes follow his every movement, carefully. Watching his tan hand ruffle blonde spikes, the way his whiskered face would spread into a wide smile that brought an unwanted flush to his cheeks. He didn't want to be thinking about his best friend this way, he couldn't!
Sasuke hated they way he cared whenever Naruto was hurt, even if it was a simple graze from sparring or play fighting, he hated the way his mind would fill with worry. He also hated the way Sakura was always the one to tend to the injured ninja.
Even though he hated to admit it, he rather liked the feeling of being protected, even if it was a small simple gesture. Naruto would touch his hand lightly, smile in his direction. Making the day seem a whole lot better and letting Sasuke know; he wasn't alone in this painful darkened world.
Sasuke hated the day when he broke down; all the stresses of life seemed to be pressing against him, suffocating him in a thick deadly fog. He hated the way those unwanted tears clung to his eyelashes, leaving salty trails down his face. How he struggled for breath in-between sobs.
Though, he liked the way Naruto slung an arm around his shoulder, not making an annoying or offensive comment for once, just soothingly rubbing the ebony haired boy's back. Pulling him slightly closer to his body and letting Sasuke know he was there. Because that's what best friends were for.
Sasuke secretly liked the feeling of Naruto kissing him, the boy he once called Dobe. His tan fingers would slide through his black locks, fingers brushing over his cheek. Their lips were pressed tightly together, Naruto tilting the others head back slightly to get better access. For once, Sasuke didn't care about his stresses, he didn't care about finding his brother, about having to constantly push Sakura away whenever she flirted.
He merely let himself get lost in warm touches, blue eyes and tan skin.
Sasuke...he didn't know what to think right know. He just let himself feel giddy when Naruto's hands roamed his chest, when soft lips pressed against his mouth; lips and skin, making him shiver slightly. His heart was beating faster with anticipation of what was the come, his hands twisting on the bed sheets.
Sasuke loved the way Naruto was always careful, he would lazily cast an eye upwards to Sasuke's face, making sure he wasn't being too pushy or forceful.
Taking careful mental notes of the facial expressions his best friend-lover pulled, and the little whimpers he pulled from his mouth.
Sasuke loved the fact he loves Naruto, and that Naruto loves him.
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