AN: This a dedicated birthday shot to emo_aires, though her birthday was long, long, looong time ago…:S Sorry for the lateness!

Senses: Sight

Tight crimson threads

His eyes relaxed when the lush green unveiled its humbleness. Knowing that their landed territory presented better ways of camouflage, he quickly accessed around materials for a brief rest.

Quiet steps followed behind.

- Nippon, year 453 presented the current Rain Village, also known as Ameagakure, began a war that worries the Ninja society all over the world. Although the organization behind such scheme called Akatsuki had almost all their members wiped out, the founder, as well as leader of such group; Uchiha Madara, still resides in the hidden village. His moves and strategies still remains unknown to public face.

He gathered in due time a proper amount of wood and began preparing to lit up a camp-fire, paying no mind the fact that the residing steps took a halt and stood in front of him. Turning around, he surveyed any possible source of food to be consumed.

- All the hidden villages increased their security to maximum level, caused by sheer terror that they may become the unfortunate target of Akatsuki. An unfortunate example, Konohagakure, one of the most respected and powerful shinobi village in the world was almost obliterated by one of their members and was still in their ways of reconstruction. They are now exploiting all means to restoration, though the casualties of war made the date when this would be accomplished unfortunately undefined.

He sat in a nearby trunk while his vision focused on cooking properly the rabbit he hunted. The same unmoving body continued his stance, relentless.

- Rain Village, year 452. After an exhausting battle that cost the life of Pain, one of Akatsuki members, they succeeded to take Uzumaki Naruto, a shinobi from Konoha, to their headquarters and began extracting Kyuubi no Kitsune from Uzumaki Naruto's. Due to nature that Kyuubi no Kitsune was sealed inside the said ninja, Akatsuki intended to remove the demon from him to create a massive weapon of destruction to their own gains.

His eyes flickered briefly in annoyance.

- Uchiha Sasuke; a shinobi that temporarily allied with the group and arrived at the scene for initial purposes of aiding the extraction, suddenly interrupted mid-ceremony and attempted to vandalize the machine. Thus, the internal skirmish between the leader of Akatsuki, Uchiha Madara and his temporary henchmen, Uchiha Sasuke, briefly suspended the upcoming impact in history.

His gaze fixed on the motionless being, not daring to utter any kind word. Expecting some retort. Expecting some kind of action. Expecting…anything.

- As since the Uchiha clan has the capacity to control Kyuubi no Kitsune, Uchiha Sasuke activated his Magenkyou Sharingan to stop the extraction. The Sharingan is part of Uchiha's Kekkei Genkai, a particular type of eye used on combat with innumerous abilities applied for their advantage. The Magenkyou Sharingan is a perfected version where few Uchihas are capable to possess it. At the present day, only Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Sasuke can use it and to utilize Kyuubi it is needed to have the perfected Sharingan. Fully grasping such knowledge, Uchiha Sasuke sealed Kyuubi no Kitsune till no chakra could be extracted out, stopping the whole process of murdering the shinobi of Konoha.

- Unfortunately, he also wholly sealed Uzumaki Naruto's soul in the process.

After some long time passing by, he inhaled in frustration as his nails dug on the bark of the log and gritted:

"Naruto."

The standing picture didn't even flinch in recognition, merely letting fresh breeze fly by, motioning his still body through his golden locks. Meat were sizzling insistently inside the stagnant silence until the burnt smell expanded between them. (He always forgot to take it on time)

"Sit down."

Automatically, Naruto's knees bended forward while the palm of his hands supported the landing, crouching until his body found a comfortable position on the ground and stared evenly to the brunet.

- In midst of this unprepared event, Uchiha Sasuke as well as Uzumaki Naruto thrived to escape from the scene, much to both of parties' aggravation, Konohagakure as well as Ameagakure. Their whereabouts are currently unknown. Search parties were sent in every possible place, in an attempt to secure a reliable information about their position.

Yet Sasuke persisted on their hide. He lost count how many nights a decent bed were abandoned, warm food were interrupted in mid-thrive. Each grain of time spilled at the running breeze where he at last couldn't cope on noticing the passing of days.

He placed a bowl full of meat on Naruto's lap. The food was shredded neatly in thin pieces, while a pair of chopsticks rested on the upside of the bowl.

"Naruto. Eat it."

The command clicked on his ears, as caramel hands picked up each thread of meat and brought to his mouth in natural pace, munching mechanically without showing any signs educated manners. Each time fingers dived inside the bowl to pick up the food, they got smeared from fat remnants, dirtying further his whiskered cheeks in the process.

"No, stop." Sasuke readily left his own bowl to another side and picked up the chopsticks, that were scattered on the ground, aligning on Naruto's fingers. "You eat with those. Don't eat with your hands, use those bamboo things. See?" He placed his own pale hands over Naruto's and mimicked the motion of picking up the meat with the utensil. "Eat it like th—No, no, no, don't –" When the blond heard Sasuke's order again, his hand moved haphazardly once again, the tips his fingers clashing with the bamboo sticks as he attempted to scoot more food. The chopsticks fell on the grass before both of them could realize it and Sasuke retrieved after long frustrated intakes of air, grunting:

"Don't do that." In response, Naruto's entire actions stopped in mid-air, the piece of meat still half way towards his mouth. Pale fingers wrapped around Naruto's pulse and another command was given, shifting the hand back to the bowl. "Release the food." The tanned wrist promptly fell lax, allowing to be turned around and meet peering graphite eyes.

Naruto's fingers got slightly reddened due to the high temperature of the food, forcing Sasuke to mutter a barely perceptible 'Idiot', his hand clutching the hem of his shirt so fiercely that his knuckles turned white. For a moment or so, his eyes set on some faraway point, in an attempt of evoking, before re-focusing by picking up a napkin and wiping up the dirt.

"…dobe."

He immediately peeked up from behind his black bangs, waiting any kind of reaction and, with another slump of heart, none was given. Naruto still looked dazed, aloof from any outside sensors; his body was completely inanimate aside the basic motor functions.

Sasuke could only blame himself. At the heat of battle and desperation, he activated his Magenkyou knowing that, by controlling Kyuubi, it would change the tides and give a slight advantage to them. He'd never expected it'd would come to this kind of turns of events. He saw, in wild disbelief, a machine extracting something out of Naruto that he understood in a flash that it would mean his friend's end. Sasuke had always vowed to himself that he had cut this bond…he was over it.

He never felt so relieved in his whole life when, after commanding Kyuubi to flee in the deepest recesses of Naruto's soul, the whole process stopped and everything that was being extracted returned back to the blond nin.

However, his heart knew that something felt wrong when, in this short period of triumph, the air stagnated into an eerie silence, foreboding a tragedy.

He barely escaped the hideout, after all, he was carrying a heavy epiphany on his shoulders and only Team Hawk was following faithfully behind him. They didn't understand his motives but every member stood by his side on battle, supporting his decision. If he could had had any kind of breath left to be used in the midst of this whole confusion, Sasuke would want to thank them.

His answer was Juugo closing the gates as tightly shut as he could, giving Sasuke more time to escape.

He would never believe that instead of soothing his suffering, fate would place another arduous reality to him. Naruto didn't respond his calling, didn't answer anything, didn't wholly speak.

His eyes were dead. The usual determined fierce fire now only extinguished to a blank gaze. The sapphire colors dulled out, the entire myriad of hue dimmed to pastel blandness. Even his proud stance that Naruto always carried around reduced into slumped movements, a shadowed consequence from a glorified distant past. Sasuke concluded humorlessly that this, was his utmost punishment for abandoning his friend many years ago.

Sasuke slowly realized that if given commands to Naruto, basic ones though, Naruto would obey automatically once. Verbs like "Eat", "Sit", "Drink", "Follow me", "Wait" eased the whole escaping concept, as Sasuke didn't have the trouble to carry the blond boy around and there did not exist any kind of raised question between both of them.

Bizarrely enough, Naruto's skills as ninja weren't disabled in the process, he could still use chakra to run through the trees or taijutsu to deflect the opponents. Occasionally they would find some Rain nins or bandits, so it relieved Sasuke that he had an extra hand instead of added problem. It was impressive that, though the blue eyes still contained foggy gaze, Naruto still efficiently parried and counter-attacked any kind of blow. To a point that all that Sasuke had to say for Naruto begin to retaliate was "Fight" and nothing more.

It was a strange idea, that all Naruto's reflexes and battle stances were still active but he couldn't do many more basic notions such as using the chopsticks to eat. He could unconsciously understand complex scenarios like his enemies movements and such, making Sasuke wonder which actions exactly could be taken as basic which weren't. Actually, it seemed that everything got jumbled up. Sasuke still remembered the first time that Naruto had to urinate. It was a disaster. It appeared that he kept ignoring this necessity until his physique couldn't sustain anymore. In the end, Sasuke roughly calculated the time when Naruto would eat or drink something and had to command him to do the deed before his body reacts by itself. Luckily, the required verbs had actually the wishful effect expected, since Naruto would search for a nearby tree (or Sasuke would guide him to a toilet) and obey.

It was so foolish. Sasuke felt like he was taking care of a mere infant, or worse, a vegetable person that could eerily walk and act around, but needed constant nurture to stay alive. Frankly, everything around Naruto was unpredictable and disordering (Sasuke almost chuckled humorlessly at remembrance) Sasuke couldn't analyze the full extent of the blond nin current problem. It was especially ironic that the azure eyes would stare impassively back at him, his entire body sat like a lifeless doll when five minutes before he managed to break the ribs of some unfortunate enemy.

Without his usual boastful personality, without his usual brilliance, Naruto could easily blend with the crowd. Even his golden hair, easily spotted in memories ago, looked especially dimming nowadays. His old jumpsuit gear had gotten weary along their journey, so Sasuke searched for another cloth to substitute. Instead, Naruto used grey pants with cream t-shirt that had a hood in any case they entered in a ninja village, because now orange looked so vivid, too alive to fit with the pastel stare. The color of the past simply denied this very current existence.

Uchiha Madara and his subordinates still pursued them through this long year. Obviously, since the last piece had slip out from their fingers unexpectedly, reinforced their connections to find Sasuke and Naruto within every inch of the world. Sasuke undoubtedly believed that, if they ever caught him, he would be punished and murdered for his betrayal without mercy.

Without the ultimate weapon finalized and the Kyuubi-holder still on missing, Ameagakure halted temporarily all operations, forcing the ninja world in a brief cease of fire. The machine wasn't completed though no ninja village dared to invade inside, fearing retaliation.

Since both of the Uchihas had the power to control the Kyuubi, it began an anomalous race on who would be entitled to find significant information regarding it. Sasuke investigated, roamed in every possible Uchiha area, any kind of significant words that would decipher this issue. However, there were times when if he failed, he'd find only burnt remains instead of a house or library.

The scrolls that he could retain didn't have many aiding explanations nevertheless. Sasuke supposed that never in history they sealed Kyuubi inside a human, therefore, all the registering lines revealed uneventful patches of bitterness and untold power inside corruption. He once tried to enter on Naruto's realm, just like the time when they met on Orochimaru's hideout, however, something blocked his passage and only a black image filled in response.

Both of them couldn't really rest for a long period of days since Rain Village always managed to be in their tails. (Sasuke briefly wondered if they forced Karin to use her abilities of sensoring) Konoha though…

Words flied that Konoha had equally threw every manageable resources to find his comrade-in-arms. The village was devastated from last Pain's attack and was still rebuilding, however, such detriment didn't hinder the determination to find the blond.

There was a reason on why they wouldn't encounter so many Leaf ninjas. Actually, those were the times when Sasuke could see that he didn't throughout seal Naruto's soul in the deep compartments of his core, because those were the moments that the shinobi would crane his sun-kissed neck towards a random direction and Sasuke would sense Sakura's chakra approaching dangerously close. This first time they barely fled from her team's meticulous eyes. Sasuke made sure that there weren't a second time.

The same news that delivered Konoha's relentless search also brought that Naruto's missing status brought negative repercussion in court. Certainly, if he ever returned to his home town, there's the possibility that there wouldn't have a proper reception awaiting. Above all, the blond nin wouldn't be able to defend himself because of his current inability, this possibility was absolutely unthinkable.

Sasuke stared once again behind him, Naruto diligently following him all the time. His blond spikes appeared more disheveled when they passed through the current of wind, since Sasuke couldn't accomplish on cutting his hair properly. In the long run, his hair grew too much until it fell on his blue eyes, it was getting difficult for Naruto to spot the dark-haired shinobi. Sasuke didn't know if Naruto obeyed him because Sasuke was the one who sealed most of his faculties or because he was the only one that the blond man had ever interacted throughout this time. The brunet expected that Naruto would probably be the most obedient person if he ever brought to a barber, but on the other hand…Sasuke didn't want pointless risks.

No…the truth was…Sasuke…

The sun had at last hidden behind the horizon and it was proper to find some local inn to rest for the night.

They could camp, but it already took too many days without bathing that it was consternating. Sasuke fortunately had the advantage to contain filiations that would provide necessary capital to the (official) Uchiha heir. Most of them were banks, where he would briefly take the necessary money and go to another town in any case they would track him down. He wondered why his life had turned into such unpredictable chaos.

He wondered why he hadn't stopped such lunacy till now.

"Sit on the bed, wait there." Sasuke spoke while he already prepared his clothes and entered in the bathroom. Those were the rare moments where he could indulge himself, forget briefly all the heavy problems and relax hearing the currents of water. His guard wasn't entirely lax though, all his senses were alert to any kind of suspicious chakra.

It didn't take too long for Sasuke to end, him opening the door and allowing the dewy breeze refresh the foggy room. His skin prickled, though he couldn't recall if was in response from the shock of temperature or the expectation of the imminent events.

He only gave a simple bathrobe to Naruto and a command of 'Enter inside the bathroom.' Not sparing a glance when the tanned man obeyed till his presence disappeared behind the walls.

Sasuke sat on Naruto's previous spot on the bed and continued, 'take off your clothes', 'stay under the shower' (Sasuke didn't turn off the cap), 'pick up the soap', 'rub the soap throughout your entire body', 'turn off the shower', 'wear the robe'. Actually, all those orders Naruto had learnt after sealing his soul indicating that maybe, maybe there would be a time Naruto would return to normalcy.

Another tensed silence lingered in the room, Sasuke observed his hands wiping off the sweat on the bed sheets, his voice somehow couldn't find a way to vibrate the proper words. He succeeded, feeling more dirtied than ever, murmuring. "Come out now."

Quiet steps entered in the darkened bedroom and this time, he forced his onyx eyes to stare forward. No response was given from the cobalt eyes, so Sasuke slowly opened every inch of his mouth again and said.

"Naruto."

His body language didn't exhibit any sign of recognition.

"Strip."

Automatically, tanned hands shifted to the hem of his cloth and opened the fabric apart. His actions didn't have any seductive meaning, neither looked like a daily occurrence tapped in life. Naruto only unhurried pried away the cloth as it slid down, revealing his shoulders, his arms to his lithe torso. He didn't bother to untie the belt that was crudely tangled, he just pulled down the rest of the robe until he was bare naked.

Sasuke couldn't help but to gaze mesmerized at the revealed flesh, his eyes drinking each detail of Naruto's body, hypnotized as his own body stood up and trailed towards that striking vision. His feet sauntered in broad steps, feeling more eager than a childish boy running towards his favorite toy.

His movements still had a wobbly decision, he swung near the blond till their breaths rested few inches of difference, awaiting. His right hand wrapped strongly around Naruto's arm, though the left one closed to a fist on the other side, realizing that this was the exact moment that he could still back down, and try to salvage any kind sanity left for him. Or drown, engulf in eternal repentance and despise himself for this screwed reality he was thrown in.

Unfortunately, Sasuke knew his decision long before he could reflect it.

"Naruto." Though yet, he could not dare to voice his deepest longings of his heart, fearing some kind of personal emotion he could not name. Therefore, Sasuke only commanded the closest achievement he could get. "Tilt your head closer."

And Sasuke was rewarded by a basking sensation of complacency when chapped lips positioned next to his and he immediately delved in. Naruto's mouth was naturally slightly agape, presenting an opportunity for Sasuke to invade in, both of his ivory hands cupping the whiskered cheeks. His tongue explored hungrily, tasting and sucking that contented emotion that he fled for so long, but now could no longer deny it. He surrendered to his desires, the lust accumulating in such excruciating levels that it was disgustingly addictive.

And he waited, wishing that this exchange would be reciprocated but Naruto only stood, completely inanimate. Sasuke though was too drugged to stop, his guilt trying to demand some consideration towards his friend.

But Sasuke only allowed himself to gone astray inside that myriad of bliss, pleading, god, if only Naruto could close his eyes...Sasuke already drowned too much to care. At some point when his hope dimmed, he himself closed his dark eyes, pulling the supple lips closer with a secure hand on the neck. Another hand traveled down to grip a semi-hardness from the blond, briefly playing with the pubic hair before he started to pump harshly in swift strokes.

"…mmhm!" His twisted heart registered a reaction at long last from the blond while the latter voiced something like complaint mixed with a moan. This action briefly pulled Naruto's tongue upwards, allowing Sasuke to wrap around and suck more.

The first time…

The first time that they did it…

That first time…was an accident.

It had been long days since they took a bath and they reeked. Sasuke at first risked the command "take a bath", however, it was shunned with a silence on the other party. At comprehending this limit, he begrudgingly helped Naruto to clean himself, beginning with stripping off his clothes, splashing his golden hair, his nude body obeying his every order, every word. And Sasuke felt compelled to see to which extents Naruto would follow each demand, to what end…to where—

He should have stopped after this mishap.

However, his soul kept stimulating that sinful feeling, recollecting details any time he attempted to ignore or push the desire down, Naruto was always so complacent too. The sole second when Sasuke could resurrect his forgotten heart. His feeling of being alive was too unbearably sweet, he couldn't stop.

When Sasuke could sense the hard pulse throbbing on his palm, he finally freed Naruto's lips, whispering huskily.

"Turn around, place your hands on the table in front of the mirror." Sasuke already fumbled around his abandoned pockets to pick up a bottle of lube and smeared uncontrollably on his fingers, too much had poured out. He used the excess to spread on his own cock, hissing from the cold feeling while he already gripped Naruto's thigh impatiently, one finger already spearing inside the tight ring of muscle.

Sasuke couldn't even accumulate any kind of sexual experience whenever he owned Naruto. His raced heart entered in such chaotic typhoon of emotions, bursting in frenzy that his mind blanked, till it reduced to implore for more, wanting, craving, his control slipping away as this desperation overflowed his body.

He winced when the entrance was already stretched enough, two fingers were already sliding easily as he inserted a third one, listening to the growing moans and whimpers gifted to him. His eyes looked at front, and, with a crooked tilt of his lips, the mirror reflected the usual neutral face was beginning to contort with pleasure.

Sasuke's hand blindly searched for a nearby chair and pulled near so he could rest on it, his fingers withdrawing in due time as he guided the tanned hips. His heart spoke, already thrown on the thirst of passion to back down:

"S-sit down."

A wordless gasp flew past his throat, shivering from the electric current that thundered his core. Sasuke picked the tanned thighs and widened them enough for Naruto to slide deeper in every thrust, picking up a pace as he accommodated the intoxicating tightness around him. They were positioned in front of a large mirror, in a way that Sasuke could observe every minimal reaction from Naruto, the gradual flushness that contaminated his tanned skin to the way the hardened cock bobbed up and down in synch with every thrust as Naruto's own hands positioned on the armrests to grip better the friction.

The mere vision of his glistening cock appearing and disappearing inside Naruto and being engulfed by such silken pleasure drove Sasuke into unbearable madness, grunting while he sped up the thrusts. Each pant orchestrated inside that room and every moan spilled forth revealed his wanton need that Sasuke tried to deny that he had.

Each night uncovered his desires he believed he never had since promises ago. This same yearn followed hand in hand with another tender disclosure that...he's incapable to break the bond.

Sasuke could never forget Naruto. He could place the blond into side priorities on his brain, but there was a permanent ache that pulsated in every corner, diminishing only when this close scent crawled to his skin, how Naruto's sole presence gave Sasuke an abnormal quietude of his emotions.

He didn't want Akatsuki to kill Naruto wasn't only because they were murdering his friend, but also because he didn't wish to lose this whole contentment. He wasn't fleeing from Ameagakure in fear for the retaliation, he didn't want to handle Naruto to anyone.

"…Haaaaaah—!" A keen shout echoed inside the room as the brunet sank his teeth along the juncture of Naruto's shoulder and neck, marking in red stains throughout the long tanned column, moaning while Sasuke began stimulating his nipples.

Their current position somehow frustrated Sasuke, as if he couldn't embed deeper, closer inside Naruto. He finally dislodged himself from the chair and pushed Naruto forward, the close contact with the mirror fogged the surface in each breath. Naruto himself placed an arm to rest his forehead to av the gelid contact. Sasuke briefly ceased his actions, licking that luscious taste of sweat running on the tanned neck, before making his nose bury in the dampened strands of golden hair and locked his legs, ramming deeply inside Naruto.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" The blond screamed, his back arching as his hips encircled around, trying to follow the speeding rhythm between them. One ivory arm slung through the tanned torso possessively, Sasuke understood that he would never let anyone else be so intimately close to Naruto besides him.

He would never let anyone close to Naruto find the blond.

His heart began to flutter at the reflection of glazed eyes slowly returning to that vivid blue color, more vibrant than any summer sky. Just his gaze made Sasuke feel more fulfilled than their current close embrace.

Sasuke was addicted the way that Naruto's building rapture succeeded to perform a patch of his usual past lively self.

This realization madly showed that Sasuke would never let anyone provoke such intensity towards the blond.

And that's why Konoha was a hinder.

Their rhythmic movements already lost the established pace at this wholesome point, now only resumed to drive each other wildly in search for the end.

- He didn't want any shinobi of Konoha to find them not because he feared for Naruto's judgment, neither because Konoha was Uchiha's enemies.

"Aaaaah—Aaaaah—Heeeeeh—" Naruto's noises only reduced into garbled moans as he also looked at his own reflection, apparently also feeling aroused by the visual stimulation moving in synch with erotic slaps of their bodies melding to each other. The slit of his penis already flowed freely beads of precum, as he hissed when Sasuke's hands wrapped around it, stroking in time with each ram in.

The brilliance merged inside the pools of sapphire eyes, giving back the boisterous Naruto of the past. Unable to repress his desires, Sasuke grunted.

"Naruto—" Calling his name.

- Sasuke didn't want Konoha to find Naruto because no one else deserved to be entitled in curing Naruto's condition…!

"Look—at me." The vibrant blue eyes turned to meet his own gaze and Sasuke approached.

- Above else…Sasuke absolutely won't let any presence beside his stay close to Naruto…

He kissed once again the bruised lips, in an increasing passion that he believed he never contained before. Their pace was already loose at this point and they only waited…to the brink of ecstasy—

After releasing and cleaning with any remaining of energy, both of them would fall bonelessly on the bed, ready for slumber. Sasuke couldn't dare to entangle his limbs close to the tanned ones, so bizarrely was this fact. He only approached himself to gaze with an akin of tender on his eyes, memorizing Naruto's feature as the content expression slowly returned to the blank self, the sapphire eyes shutting lid as lethargy weighed down.

Sasuke's mouth tensed, making a repetition of gaping and clenching, gathering his courage to finish the night.

"Naruto…" He wondered if his friend would ever forgive him for this. Why he would dare to hope…?

"Please…" The next set of words always died on his throat.

Hug me.

And by some kind of twisted form of miracle, Naruto would still stretch his arms to cup Sasuke's cheeks and bring closer to his side, the lovers finally falling asleep.

AN: Ugh. What a sick, sick fic. Why the hell have I written this thing? GEH. It wasn't supposed to be that angsty! Dammit Sasuke, why do you have to be such a demented person? (points angrily) Grrrrrrrraaaaah!

I want to write NaruSasu!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yeah. Does this fic count as…non-con…? o.o (sigh…) I hate the fact that I'm always incapable to label my fics…