Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except the idea.
A/N: woo, I disappeared for a while huh? Well, it wasn't my fault this time. Our net provider cut us, and then claimed it was "accidental" This along with some laptop trouble means that you get this story. Which is pretty much a combination of my half written part two, and my half written part three. Yay?
Warnings: Same as before, oh and a warning for shortness. -nods-
Day 4
So today was my "surprise" return party. Which wasn't much of a surprise, considering that Naruto had ruined it earlier. He's never had a cover for his big mouth, and thankfully that hasn't changed. He asked me not to tell Sakura, which I did anyway. When have I ever listened to that idiot anyway? It was my one source of enjoyment during that horrid party, I was forced to attend, so I took my fun where I could.
Still, it was disappointing that Sakura didn't pound Naruto into the grown, she only scolded him, and gave him a slightly frosty shoulder.
And if that wasn't enough I'm still writing this stupid thing.
Sasuke's POV
Sasuke glared around the room, of anxious faces peering at him. Apparently, not only was he expected to attend this fiasco, but he also had to make a "speech." He didn't think so. He kept on glaring until everyone in the room was shifting their eyes away and going back to idle chit-chat. Well almost everyone, unfortunately for him Sakura was no longer intimidated by his anger. She glared right back at him, without blinking. Until he almost flinched away, almost.
He rolled his eyes, and simply huffed and walked out. He didn't have to stand around for this shit, he'd worry about the fact that this party was at his house later. Storming out was highest on his priority list anyway.
He found himself, sulking in the forest, well technically Uchihas didn't sulk, although this particular one was coming quite close to it. Taking a seat on a tree branch, he pulled out the small book he had been writing in. There was something he'd been mulling over in his mind all day, and finally he simply had to write it.
Day 4 – In A Tree
So, today I had a nightmare last night. . .this morningish. Which isn't that strange, I have nightmares all the time. But, something was different. I don't actually remember it, but I have vague images of it. I don't think it was about my family, like usual. Actually it was -
Infamous Dream
Sasuke loomed over the lithe form below him a smirk clouding his porcelain features. He places himself with his knees on the opposite sides of his ribs. Leaning down slowly, he breathes in as he licks the boy's neck slowly. Very Slowly. The first gasp and whimper trill his heart, and enlist an animal like growl from his chest as he continues to ravish attention upon the boys neck. Nipping, licking, sucking.
The blond groaned, and reached out a hand, towards him. To stop him, help him, or to start his own exploration is unknown. Sasuke slapped the hand away, hell bent on dominating this moment completely. "Mine" He says and as if to emphasize his words, he bites down none-too-gently on the sensitive flesh right before neck becomes shoulder. He relished the moan that escaped the boy's lips, as he pulls back his neck, offering Sasuke more room to explore.
His eyes are closed now, they've shut but you can still see the pleasure on his face, each breathless whimper, each involuntary contraction of his face. Sasuke smirks some more. He knew he had the boy completely under his control, he was his now and when he was done with him, he'd want no other, he'd be unable to be with any other.
It was then, that the raven haired youth noticed that the bite he'd left on the boy's neck was bleeding. He certainly didn't think he'd bit down deep enough for that, and yet. . . the blood flooded out of the tanned flesh faster than he could stop it. Because indeed, he had rushed forward to apply pressure to the wound, but if anything the blood seemed to come faster and faster.
And with each moment that went by, he saw the life slipping out the blond, slowly.
Sasuke's POV
Sasuke blinked, he could swear he had just remembered what the dream had been about, but no, now he couldn't anymore. With a sigh he pulled out the page he had been writing on and crumpled it up. It was true what they said, sometimes ignorance was bliss.
