Again with my new story…hmm, I wanted to try out mixing problems, making everything as hard as possible. Maybe to test out whether love can carry all the pain and suffering? Maybe. Does it? You decide after reading :D
Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.
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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto
Summary: First they were strangers, then friends, then something more and…brothers? Why do misunderstandings taint the smallest of hopes? Naruto and Sasuke have to rebuild everything again and again - does the outcome last? SasuNaru, M for SEX
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or what so ever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
Again I knew what was coming when I entered his room but this time the atmosphere was tangible. Sasuke sat on his bed as if waiting, looking fucking hot and husky. What? Come here, he said so God damn erotically. I climbed on his bed and what did he do? Slid his hand in my pants and started to touch me. What the fuck are you, huh...aaahh...stop it, I tried to tell him, but it was of no use.
His eyes glinted maliciously as he said "do me too". He took my hand and put it in his pants. His soft lower abdomen felt like velvet and his pubic hair tickled the inside of my palm. His stroking had gotten me already weird so I just did what my instincts told me - I started to fondle his member with my left hand. He closed his eyes and I almost saw his breathing leave his wet hot mouth like a ghost.
He opened his eyes just the slightest to see I was squirming under his touch. His hand felt like thousands of sunny days filled with passion and heat. I was already sweating and saliva dripped from my lower lip. He just kept watching me and a second before I came; he pressed his lips on mine. The kiss was an electric shock, coursing through my body and lighting up every cell in it.
I muffled into the perfect lustful kiss and ejaculated in his hand. He detached his lips from mine and his eyes rolled back as he came too with a force that made his body bend. Our heated and ragged breathing made the windows blurry as if we had had sex. I dropped on my back laying on his bed my zipper open and lower abdomen sticky - the same as my hand.
It is not a game anymore, I said to him after awhile. It never was, he smiled and crawled next to me. Can I kiss you again, he asked looking curious. I sighed, took him by the collar and pulled him into a wet and passionate kiss. You got some issues with my collar, he said and I just laughed back. Suddenly my lids felt really heavy, sleep had gotten me before I had had the time to escape it. Want to stay, I heard him asking and I just replied lazily that yeah.
The next morning I woke up in his room, curled up next to him. Good, I still had my pants on so we had not done anything other than THAT. Morning, he said hair sticking into different directions. I could not help but to laugh and he sighed and started to set his hair in order.
Want to lend my clothes, he then asked. I looked at my pants and I came to a conclusion it was a necessity…and leather pants I got. Shit. He laughed like an arse when we walked along the corridor, since it was kind of hard to walk in those…the pants were fucking itching me. Fuck you, I said to him as he giggled like a little girl. It is your job, he said sarcastically, which made me just go "hmph".
Meet me after classes in the corridor, he shouted at me while he strolled in his class. Yeah, I mumbled to him and I walked lazily into the chemistry class. After the class I came to a conclusion that I really had to change clothes or else I would die in those pants straight from the pits of Hell. So I rushed into my room and changed into my regular pants - oh God, what a relief. I knew I was already late from the meeting but then I bumped into Sakura and I could not get rid of her. She is a sweet girl but talks too much for my liking.
When I finally arrived at our meeting place, he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he had already gone into his room and waited me there? It was not the first time I was late so I headed for his room as fast as my legs carried me. I did not even knock on the door, instead I just rushed inside. Holy hell, his aura had the "kill for sure" thing attached to it. He sat on the bed looking fucking gloomy and I was almost panicking; did I come that late? Sasuke, I can explain, I said to him apologizing, but he just kept staring at me with his anger-filled eyes.
Suddenly he jumped of the bed and came fast towards me. Sasuke? Then he crabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the wall. You think this is funny, he asked voice cracking. What is? I asked him amazed. Do not act like you do not know…whore, he said almost spitting the words against my face. What?! A whore?? He slammed me against the wall with anger and I did not have the foggiest idea what he was talking about.
I saw it - that is why you have never invited me into your room you little slut, I will make you taste your own medicine, he shouted and I was in pure terror. What was he talking about and why was he so fucking hostile? You are scaring me, I said almost pleadingly. Good, he mumbled eyes shining pure evil. What the fuck did I do?? He slammed me into the bed and straddled me with his muscular thighs. He rammed his drawer and took something shiny from it. Fuck, was he going to kill me?!
I tried to struggle free but he had a death grip on me. He locked me with handcuffs to the bed poles. I saw the picture, you lying son of a bastard, he said growling. What picture? No, no…was he in my room? He must have seen the picture of me and my mom. So, I am not your only play thing, you think I cannot satisfy you enough you nymphomaniac, he continued. How could I have told him it was my mother?
Before I could say anything, he had already ripped my shirt open and was now working on my pants. Stop it you fucking moron, I shouted at him but his powerful hands kept ravishing my body. With force, he stripped my clothes off, my shirt still hanging from my arms because of the handcuffs. He sat on my crotch and took off his own shirt.
His muscles were well-formed and his body was gorgeous, why did I have to look like a wimp compared to him? He moved in between my legs and then it hit me that this was really going to happen. He was really going to molest me. He pushed my hips upwards so that he could slide his tongue inside my hole. Fuck…I felt all slippery and it tickled. It was no use, he did not hear my words - it was like I did not exist, like I was watching the whole scene from above not really able to do anything.
I tried to get my hands free but I ended up just bruising my wrists. Then he took his already twitching organ from his boxers and pulled the foreskin back. No lubricant? Nothing. He slammed himself inside me with force and it hurt like hell. He did not even give me time to adjust - he just started to pound into me too fast and too deep. I was coughing and I was sure he had torn my insides with his cock.
Suddenly I felt something ripping and the pain came in waves until it was a full tornado and I kept crying but my screams were muffled with his rough hand on my mouth. Is this my best friend doing this, this THING? I tried to assure myself that it only hurts when your eyes are open, but when I shut them I could not get rid of his image towering above me. He slammed in me a few more times and came inside me. Fuck, it hurt…the pain was like thousands of knives stuck into one's body and it stayed and never left my body.
He slid his limp member from me and stood up from the bed. He went to the window and took out his cigarette package. I was a wreck and bleeding down there. I felt him inside of me although the warmness he had, had vanished some time ago. My tears had no end and I gathered my stuff although bending hurt like hell. I fucking hate you, I whispered to him my voice raspy. I do not know who you are anymore, I said.
He just stayed there by the window smoking his cigarette not caring. You are a rapist, I hope you die…slowly and painfully and on that day I will laugh, I said venom in my voice. He just said "hnn". I took off running although it hurt, but I wanted to feel the pain so could hate him forever and ever.
I did not know that after he had had his smoke, he went to the bed and lifted the sheet; what did he see? The bed was soaked in blood and he realized that I was a virgin. After the realization he slumped on to the floor and started crying. His whole body was shaking and he lied on the ground gripping the red sheets. I was long gone at that time.