A/N: Here is the second chapter... my first lemon attempt so hopefully it turned out okay O.o This chapter should begin to explain why Sasuke is a bit different than in the manga/anime (aside from being older and having had a previous relationship with Naruto).
Title: Restitution (Definition - to restore to the former or original state or position.)
Chapter: Chapter Two: Magnetism and Machinations
Word Count: 1757
Summary: Sasuke returns to Konoha, after a 5 year absence, with a purpose. A certain blond-haired Rokudaime better have his wits about him, or Sasuke will slip out of his grasp once more.
Chapter Two: Magnetism and Machinations
Sasuke's legs wrapped around his waist had rendered Naruto unable to form but two thoughts; to get them to his bed as swiftly as humanly possible, and the determination that he would move the damn bed closer to the damn door. Tomorrow. Because, just then, all he knew was the way Sasuke had begun rocking his hips was setting him ablaze.
He was so out of breath from the sultry dance of tongues that he hardly knew what had occurred. One moment he was unsteadily toting his dark-haired lover to bed, and the next he was thrown, naked and flat on his back, onto his plush orange duvet and recieving yet another mind-altering lock of lips.
After hastily tearing off both his clothes and the Rokudaime robes, Sasuke tumbled Naruto to the bed and plundered his swollen lips. Trailing his fingers across Naruto's whiskered cheeks, he inched down the tanned frame. His mouth followed with nips of teeth flowing along Naruto's jaw and onto his firmly muscled chest where the blond's dusky nipples were rigid and demanding his attention. He stroked the compelling buds lavishly with his tongue and only when Naruto was squirming beneath him did he resume his exploration. The raven paused for a moment to tease the quivering muscles of the blond's stomach, and revelled in the desperate rolling of hips beneath him and their accompanying groans of ecstasy.
Sasuke loved to take control, and, clearly, his lover didn't mind in the least. He lay open-mouthed kisses onto tanned hips and suckled firmly on the tender inside of Naruto's thighs. Onyx eyes strayed upwards to gaze tauntingly at his lover all the while rubbing sensuous circles on the blond's hip-bones with the pads of his thumbs. He slid towards his goal, teasing with blowing warm breaths of air amidst butterfly kisses.
"A-aah, Sas!" Naruto managed to gasp as he was finally engulfed in the heat of Sasuke's mouth.
The sight of reddened lips around him roused his desire, but nothing turned him on more than the look in those obsidian eyes as they gazed upon him. They were full of heat and lust, yes, but Naruto saw real emotion reflected back at him from the depths of his lover's eyes. It took his breath away and enticed his whole body to tense deliciously, back arched in rapture. "Sas! I'm gonna – " at that moment, those eyes were all he could see as his world careened into white nothing.
Sasuke rolled off the blond shortly after, and began to stroke himself languidly all the while watching Naruto who was sprawled and panting in the after glow. "Mmm," he moaned in pleasure as he increased his pace. When he felt he could no longer hold himself upright, he lay down and gazed with heavy lids upon Naruto who had begun crawling to him with a renewed arousal and a distinctly predatory grin.
Naruto grasped the pale wrists, effectively stopping Sasuke satisfying himself, and had them braced above the dark-haired head in an instant. Sasuke voiced a whine of displeasure at the loss of his hands.
Pressing himself firmly to the captive body below him, Naruto leaned close enough that his breath puffed onto Sasuke's slackened lips. "Mine," he growled, worrying on Sasuke's plump lower lip with his teeth."You're not leaving this time," his pale eyes bore down into darker ones.
"Ahh, n-no," Sasuke wrapped his thighs around the tanned hips and his eyes started to glaze over. "W-want you. Now."
Naruto seized him in a heated embrace of tongues, and released Sasuke's hands in order to caress the pale flesh beneath him with practiced motions. It was all the raven could do to twist his fingers into Naruto's golden locks and simply hang on for the ride. Fingers ghosted over his chest, raising a path of goosebumps in their wake as Sasuke shivered in bliss. His breathing became laboured as the fingers trailed lower and lower, until they traced longingly at his puckered entrance.
Sasuke whimpered in desperation and he was brought to the edge and back again under Naruto's calloused fingers. One, two and then three of them were plunged within him, filling him, stretching him. "Please..." The pale man surged forward to connect their mouths, but Naruto pulled away shaking his head. The digits were relentless in their torture, sliding in and out, brushing his prostate each time and driving him mad. He was on the verge of coming undone before the tormenting fingers were removed and the blond finally sank home within him with a deep hum of pleasure. Sasuke simply closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of being one with his blond lover.
"Alright, Sas?" The blond inquired, after a sweet peck to Sasuke's lips.
"Mmm." Was the most intelligent thing the pale man could come up with when he opened his eyes to meet the swirling indigo of Naruto's eyes. Their lips connected first and then they moved together, in the timeless dance of bodies, until neither could wait a moment longer to fly off the edge and into the abyss.
Sasuke gripped Naruto tightly to him as his body tremored uncontrollably. "Nng. Nar – ah. Naruto."
"Fuck! O-oh, Sas..." He felt the blond grow taut above him, and unleashed a scream of pleasure when Naruto bit his shoulder almost hard enough to break the skin.
They collapsed into a dripping pile, chests heaving in the search for air. Naruto was smiling that blinding, heart-stopping smile of his and the corners of Sasuke's lips had turned upwards. When their breath had found them once more, the blond rolled bonelessly to his side with Sasuke nestled securely in his arms.
"I- I've missed this. Missed you. It killed me when you left without a word. I mean, I brought you back from Sound and we..." he gestured at their disheveled and naked state. "I thought we...," the giddy grin Naruto had been wearing was replaced with a seriousness that seemed almost out of place on the seemingly care-free nin. "I loved – I still love you, but you just left."
"I'm sorry, Naruto... There were things I needed to finish. Madara. Akatsuki." Sasuke whispered.
"It's okay," A tanned hand reached out to caress Sasuke's pale cheek. "If I didn't forgive you I wouldn't have sent you that key." The grin was back.
The raven gave him a playfull shove. "You're such an idiot."
"Mm, but I'm your idiot." With a husky chuckle, the hokage ensured Sasuke was curled into his arms. He placed a gentle kiss to the pale forehead and settled into his pillow.
"Hn." Sasuke replied.
Naruto sighed contentedly. "Bastard," he whispered tenderly before drifting off to sleep.
"My idiot." Murmured the raven, cupping Naruto's scarred cheek in his palm. He grimaced as he withdrew cautiously from the comfort of Naruto's arms.
He slipped from the bed and grasped the nearest article of clothing – Naruto's bathrobe – he could find. It whispered softly against his skin as it swept over his shoulders. Without noise or hesitation, he snuck through the dismantled hallway, studiously avoiding the overturned lamp that had met its end near the middle of the corridor. Sasuke tread into the thuroughly annihilated office and carefully manouevered around the many fallen scrolls and shards of Kiba's shattered mask.
The desk, which looked no messier since his break in as it had already been a disaster zone, was his destination. Along the way, he paused to snag a blank scroll from the floor. Sasuke made a space on the wooden surface large enough to write on, and hurridly scrawled his note. With swift motions he tied the scroll, then bit his thumb to release the few drops of blood necessary to summon a small messenger snake.
The summon arrived in a puff of white smoke and docily allowed the note to be placed in the narrow container that adorned the back of its neck. After recieving Sasuke's whispered instructions, the snake's slender form swerved and slithered around the clutter of objects decorating the floor and disappeared out the door under the raven's watchful gaze.
Sasuke exited the office to return to Naruto's chamber, giving Kiba a swift kick in the knee purely for good measure. As quietly as he could manage, Sasuke closed the hidden door behind him after he entered into the hallway. He made his way back to his softly snoring lover with great stealth that only a highly skilled ninja, such as himself, could accomplish. The robe was placed back exactly where it was found: onto the arm of the chair that sat crookedly at the desk beside the bed. Lifting the appallingly coloured blanket and mentally grumbling about idiots and their obsession with orange, he climbed back into the bed's comfortable warmth.
The deed was done, and Sasuke made his way back to Naruto's arms as silently as he had gone.
~*~
In a village not far from the outskirts of Konoha, the local bar that resided in the basement of a small traveller's inn was bustling with life. Drinks were sliding down the bar at a furious pace and the music hammered and throbbed its lively beat for the mishmash of dancing bodies that overwhelmed the center of the establishment. Shouts and laughter only added to the din.
A small garden snake slipped in an opened window and fell rather gracefully to the wooden floor. It's scarlet forked tongue lisped out into the air until it caught hold of the scent it sought out. With the target acquired, it weaved a path through a sea of patrons too intoxicated to detect its presence. The messenger approached the edge of the bar and delivered the scroll to a hooded figure ensconsed in the secluded and darkened corner.
The scroll was roughly untied and eneath the hood of the cloak, a smirk of triumph was born. With an indiscernable movement of hands, the shrouded figure dematerialized in the raucous bar without alerting a soul. From the space previously occupied by the figure, the furled piece of scroll fell to graze the stool's edge and drift leisurely to the floor.
Its mission completed, the snake disappeared, just as it had come, in a small cloud of smoke. Settled amongst the dirt and grime between the barstools, the letter remained.
I'm in. We move forward on my signal.
