Fireworks

by TheMadKatter13

SUMMARY~Sequel to Firework. The night from the club continues at home. AU. Sasuke/Naruto.

DISCLAIMER~The rights to Naruto reside with Kishimoto Masashi and I receive no financial gain from the writing of this story.

AN~First, I realize that this sequel could have simply been a second part to Firework, but I felt the dynamics of the story changed a little bit much to make it a second part, and making it a sequel just felt more right.

Second, I totally did not have plan to go more into Naruto's past relationship but there I was, writing away and it simply had to come out.

PART ONE


It was a mixture of faith and a need for a comfort zone that had Naruto unlocking his door for the mysterious stranger he had snagged at the club. Being nearly a year since that last, very disastrous relationship, he was quite unwilling to visit someone else's place. He could feel dark eyes on him as held the door open and so he averted his eyes to the floor, feeling a blush spread over his face. The other man's now-bare feet came into his limited view and the door was take from his hand, the soft click the only sound in the small foyer. A pale hand began to rise into view and he quickly dodged and nervously ducked his way into the kitchen.

"Would you like anything to drink?" he called over his shoulder. Now that the man was here, he had no idea what to do next. It had been so long since he'd been on a date or even 'entertained'. The decision was taken from his hands when light footsteps followed him into the kitchen and black-clad arms wrapped around his waist just as he pulled a cup from the cupboard. A chin rested on his shoulder and hot breath traveled over his neck and ear, causing him to shiver.

"I would," Sasuke murmured, that pale hand rose to suggestively rub the slight bulge in his trousers that the hand was very effectively and encouragingly attempting to bring back to life. While that one had was occupied, the other calmly rose to take the cup from his hand and filled it with water from the tap. Tan fingers gripped the sink so hard the knuckles turned white as the hand slowly moved its way back up to trace over the muscles in his stomach and he could feel them quivering under the light touch. The cup was placed to the side of the sink as the hand removed itself altogether and he didn't know if he should sigh in relief or disappointment. He could feel the presence move to his side and fingers linked with his to gently tug him into his living room. Suddenly, his companion shot forward and picked up a picture frame from his computer desk: a picture of him and his ex, the one picture he hadn't been able to throw away yet.

"NO!" he shouted and he also shot forward and slapped the frame from the pale fingers, the glass shattering on the floor and both sets of eyes stared in shock at the now mangled, and thankfully, face-down frame. Naruto suddenly whirled around and began to pace the length of his living room. "This was such a bad idea," he muttered to himself. "I don't think you should be here," he turned to tell his stranger, only to stop in his pacing when he saw the silent other crouching among the glass and pulling the picture from the mess, frowning as he did so.

"Uzumaki?" Sasuke whispered, his eyes glued to the picture. Naruto froze.

"How do you know my last name?" the blonde whispered in shock. Pale fingers held up the picture of him and Kyuubi, one that had been taken at the beginning, before the abuse had started.

"It is you," he whispered, awed. You were Kyuubi's last boyfriend?" the brunette returned, ignoring his question.

"Yes," he whispered. How could this have happened? How is it that the one person he found himself attracted to in a building full of people is someone who knew his ex? The man stood abruptly and Naruto shot backwards in fear. Sasuke unexpectedly drew a lighter from his pocket and lit the picture on fire, dropping the flaming paper into the sink where he simply stood watching it until it turned into ash. Once it was nothing but ash, he turned on the faucet and the fire was extinguished with a puff of smoke and the ash was washed down the sink. For some reason, Naruto felt that the action had cleansed him and a sigh of relief unconsciously passed his lips. Black eyes were turned on him again and he took an involuntary step back. Those soul-piercing eyes kept contact with his own while bare feet moved slowly moved towards the now-trembling blonde who was indecisively stuck between 'stay' or 'flee'.

"I'm sorry," the dark man said when he was stopped in front of the wary Naruto. Naruto felt a wave of confusion wash over him and cocked his head to the side.

"Wha-?"

"I knew Kyuubi when the two of you were together. I had heard him brag of his treatment of you and I did nothing until it was too late." The words drug a hazy memory to float in the forefront of his mind:

Kyuubi had just had his most violent explosion yet and it had put Naruto into the emergency room with a concussion and several broken bones, as well as a face that was unrecognizable due to the bruising and swelling. Due to Kyuubi's jealous nature, Naruto had slowly been drawn away from his friends, and he hadn't felt now was the time to get back in touch with anyone, nor did he want anyone to know the state he had ended up in and why he had ended up that way. As such, he had not had any visitors to the hospital since he had arrived the day before.

At the end of his second day there, when he was drifting between the waking and dream worlds, a pale man with jet-black hair, eyes, and clothes stopped in the doorway to his room and stared at him. The strange man slowly walked forward without making a sound until he was standing at the bedside, and his eyes moved up and down his body, seeming to assess the damage before traveling up to and stopping at the damage of his face. Slim, pale fingers lifted to trace the lines of the bandage wrapping around the blonde mop of hair topping an unusually pale face.

"This will not happen again," a dark, sultry, but angry voice promised, and then he leaned down to kiss the bandage over his forehead before leaving without a sound. Naruto never saw the man again and he dismissed the entire thing as a dream. Weeks passed, however, and Kyuubi never visited him during his recovery, and was still mysteriously absent from the apartment when he was finally cleared to leave the hospital. After a week of this odd absence and of flinching every time he received a knock on his door or when someone bumped into him, he finally packed all his things in one day and moved across the country, and the 'dream' was forgotten completely.

"You?" Naruto whispered in shock. "That wasn't a dream? You visited me in the hospital?" The dark head nodded, black spikes bobbing with the movement. "Then...what happened to Kyuubi?" Those skilled lips tilted into one of the most secretive and vicious smirks Naruto had ever seen, and he had known Kyuubi, and midnight eyes turned hard.

"I have already told you. I made sure that he would never harm you again." Naruto was in shock. This mysterious stranger had merely heard about him, and had only seen him once, yet had released him from a frightfully abusive relationship. And regardless of the implications of fatality, Naruto did not feel afraid of his pale-skinned savior. "And then I looked for your after that and I couldn't find you. And then you found me." His grin turned predatory. "I wasn't quite sure it was you since it had been so long but..." He gestured towards the sink where a few ashes still remained. "I am...quite pleased." Naruto blushed. "And now I shall remind you what it is like to be in a real relationship." Tan cheeks turned even redder at the not-so-subtle 'request' to date.

"You don't know how to ask, do you, asshole?" the blonde quipped, feeling annoyed on the outside while his heart grew over with a something that felt like golden, glowing fuzz.

"Why bother with asking when I always get what I want anyway?" the arrogant man returned with genuine-sounding confusion which faded into an arrogant smirk.

"Bastard," the blonde grumbled, relenting and, with this man, willing to give relationships another try. His only reply was what he was sure was a rare but true smile, right before the gentlest kiss he had ever received was bestowed on him. A tongue stroked his bottom lip and that knee parted his own again, and he let out a groan, that tongue slipping inside to battle his own once more. His fingers clenched at the hard muscles hidden by the fabric of the other's shirt and he suddenly grew desperate to have that pale skin against his own. Trembling fingers slowly undid the black buttons hiding the pale chest from him and those lips left his to travel back along his jaw and down his neck line. He felt teeth sink into the skin at his neck hard enough to mark but not enough to break the skin and he gave a hoarse shout and bucked against the tortuous leg between his thighs. The bite was followed by a searing suck before sealing it with a soothing lick and a gentle kiss.

The last button finally came undone and parted beneath his eager hands like water over stone. The broad expanse of a pale, hairless chest was revealed to his roaming fingers as those lips moved to the other side of his neck to mark him the same way again. He felt fingers on his own skin and he was shocked to realize his dark counterpart had undone his shirt buttons as well. Fingers tweaked his nipples and he moaned, all the while that busy mouth moved down his chest, marking him as it went. Suddenly, his back hit the wall and he realized he had been pushed backwards, but that realization was interrupted by the realization his pants had been unzipped when a warm mouth enveloped him and he let out a throaty moan, throwing his head back while his fingers grasped helplessly along the smooth lines of the wall at his back.

"Oh, Sasuke," the cry came out in a breathy moan, and the hum of appreciation vibrated him so hard that his hands flew to black hair with a death grip and his hips bucked involuntarily, and he let out another cry. How someone could still smirk like that with their mouth full was beyond him but it was sexy as hell. The enthusiastic mouth was much too fast in bringing him off, and when he came for the second time of the night, only the iron bar of a pale arm around his thighs kept him from crumpling to the floor. When the last pules of electricity cleared from his system, he opened eyes that he didn't remember closing to find Sasuke still kneeling before him.

"How Kyuubi could have mistreated a treasure like you surprises me," the sultry voice purred and Naruto shivered. "I especially enjoy how vocal you are." The blush that had just dissipated returned full force. Sasuke stood suddenly, scooping him up in his arms as he did, and quickly traversed the living room to the bedroom, tossing the blonde onto the bed and immediately tackling him and pinning him to it.

"I want to warn you...I'm a possessive fucker," the pale man paused and the words lingered, the double-entendre not lost on Naruto, "and once I have you, I won't want anyone else to," Sasuke warned, all the while hungrily stripping the clothes from tan skin. Kyuubi had been possessive too, but his possessiveness always made Naruto feel as if he was coveted materially, where as Sasuke seemed like his possessiveness would be born from loving someone too much to be bear them leaving him. His decision was made as he helped remove dark clothes from equally pale skin and was treated to a shockingly beautiful smile. They began a ferocious kiss, both trying to dominate the other as their hands hungrily mapped out each other's body. Suddenly, one of Naruto's hands broke from the mess to rummage in a side table drawer and after a moment, produced only a bottle of lube.

"Um...I don't have a...uh...it's been a long time," Naruto mumbled with a blush. Sasuke smirked before he leaned down to the discarded pants to pull out several packets of condoms. Naruto blushed harder still.

"I said you wouldn't be able to move come morning, didn't I?" The blonde mop of hair bobbed frantically while his eyes stayed wide, but there was a lilt to his lips. The unsnapping of the cap was like a crack of thunder in the small moonlit room and a moment later, he felt a cold, wet finger circling his entrance. His muscles automatically clenched as tight as they could, his body remembering the last time someone had been down there and what was frequently, and inappropriately, inserted where it shouldn't have been. The finger continued its slow, patient, encouraging massage of the puckered skin and he tried to relax, tried to concentrate on who he was with. He took a deep breath before forcibly relaxing all of his muscles. The finger quickly took the invitation and slowly slipped inside, wriggling as it went to stretch the muscles. It had been so long that one finger was unusually filling to him, and he felt another moan being drawn from his chest. The man between his legs snickered and he poked him sharply with his toe. With that continuous smirk, Sasuke's silent response was to insert another lube-coated finger, and tan fingers and toes curled in the sheets. A tongue lapped gently at his returning erection while the fingers scissored, stretching the muscles, preparing. The tan body was a writhing mess of nothing but euphoric feelings when the fingers pulled out and he let out a groan of disappointment.

The sultry voice chuckled again and a kiss was placed on the inside of his knee. The presence between his legs seemed to distance itself momentarily and something thicker than fingers was pressing against him. He groaned as the large organ pushed slowly in him, filling him more than he had ever been filled before, and a long, deep moan slipped through his lips. He could tell Sasuke was holding back and he was slightly embarrassed to be so much like a virgin to one who was obviously experienced, but he was thankful that the other man was going so slow, allowing him time to adjust. Finally, he was buried inside him and a pale forehead matted with black, sweat-soaked hair fell to a tan, equally sweat-slicked shoulder as he panted with the effort.

"So...tight..." Sasuke praised, slowly getting his panting in control while his limbs trembled with the effort it took to hold himself upright and to not thrust into the welcoming heat. Naruto felt like glowing from the praise, something he never received enough of, if any, from his previous relationship. After a moment, he wiggled, getting re-acquainted to the familiar but nearly-foreign feeling before pulling his hips back and then forward in a shallow move. The pale man easily took the hint and began with shallow threats whose depth and speed began a steady incline. Both men were covered in sweat and could do nothing against the pleasure rocking their bodies as the undulated in their passion. Suddenly, the blonde man gave a gasp and pale lips smiled when fingernails dug into moonlit skin.

"Ah! There...Sasuke...!" That special button had been pressed and he needed more, more, more... The rhythm of Sasuke's hips became more frenzied as he began to consistently hit that button at an increasing pace. Naruto's nails scratched down his partner's back and the man couldn't help but grin again. The blonde may be marking him now, but there was plenty opportunity in the coming evening for him to return the favour. He supported himself with one hand against the wall to reach down and stroke the rock-hard, tan erection. Naruto gave another cry and arced his chest up, straining toward Sasuke's.

"Ah! Sasuke! I'm...I'm...cumming..." Naruto panted, his face scrunching as his body began the electrical rollercoaster.

"Naruto..." The pale hand kept up its slow stroking motion as hot jets burst forth and the tan man shot up, wrapping his arms around the supporting neck and sinking his teeth into the exposed skin. Sasuke gave his own shout of completion while the muscles around him clenched without mercy, and his sunk his own teeth into a section of yet-unmarked skin. Completely satiated, the two fell apart onto their back. The used condom was gently tossed into a thankfully close trash bin. His own eyes to the ceiling, Sasuke could feel those startlingly-blue eyes on him and he shifted his hand to entwine his pale fingers with tan ones. His new partner's resulting smile and glow seemed to brighten the room. The black-haired man rolled onto his side to gather the muscular body against his own and he could feel the scratches on his back from his lover pulling his skin and he felt a warmth bloom inside him at the marks. Fingers traced the marks on his back and suddenly Naruto was jumping up.

"I'm so sorry," the man whispered, and suddenly Sasuke realized the fingers on his back weren't tracing with light touches, but with trembling ones. Sasuke felt another wave of anger surge through him at the long-term damage that Kyuubi had caused and growled as he rolled over, taking the slightly younger man under him as he did so, pinning him to the bed. Blue eyes stared up at him with traces of fear and worry and he had to take a moment to compose himself before he hungrily devoured the other's mouth. Naruto jumped in surprise before eagerly returning the gesture. Sasuke grabbed Naruto's hands and put them on his back, forcing his fingers to the scratch marks.

"I love that you've marked me," he nearly growled, pumping his hips into the other's to enforce the point, metaphorically and physically. "It means that when we go out together, people will see who I belong to." He trailed hot kisses down to the unmarked side of his neck and sucked harshly, Naruto's fingers digging deep into his hair to either pull him closer or away as he bestowed a flourishing hickey on the neck, even while he deftly slipped another condom onto the new erection. Naruto was almost crying when he finally released the skin from his rough mouth. "And now people will see who you belong to." Suddenly, Naruto was flipped onto his hands and knees and Sasuke was sliding into him again, without warning but not without welcome, fingers creating bruising prints on his hips were pale hands pulled a tan behind into an awaiting pelvis. He leaned over the bowed back to place his lips against the shell of an ear.

"And I plan on marking you as much as I can, whether or not people can see them," he whispered fiercely, flexing his fingers. And he thrust again, fingers digging in tight as Naruto cried out again.

~X~

When Naruto awoke the next day, his glow had absolutely nothing to do with the mid-morning sun shining through his windows and everything to do with the pale man curled around him, a slim but strong arm tight around his waist. He shifted and the arm tightened, pulling him closer to the sleeping man. He relented for several minutes, relaxing in the possessive hold, the fingers of one hand lightly tracing the marks he had left that his partner was very vocal and physical in expressing his pleasure in receiving. It wasn't long until nature called and he skillfully maneuvered his way out of the arm, an unfortunate trick he had learned quite fast before, and snuck into the bathroom. Business completed, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and positively beamed at his reflection, covered in countless love-bites around his neck and exposed chest, as well as scabbed scratches from nails on both his chest and back and bruises with fingerprints pressed into his hips and shoulders, but he in no way minded these injuries, or how he got them. He was interrupted from his self-perusal by a knock on his door.

The blonde practically skipped back into his room to pull on his boxers before continuing on his merry way to the front door. He unlocked the deadbolt, a grin plastered on his face, expecting to see the bright pink of Sakura's hair, and he was surprised she hadn't come knocking for a checkup on his club outing and expected potential one-night stand sooner. When the door opened, however, all positive emotion drained from him, as did all colour, and his heart stopped.

"Kyuubi..."

TBC


Bleh. When writing that, I did not actually expect this to be a two-parter as it is a sequel itself, but I got to the bottom and realized, 'There is no other way! Grah!' And so now I have to make a second half. But there will definitely be a different kind of fireworks in them.

Also, Gaara was originally the protagonist but I just couldn't do that to him...