A/N: You have all been so patient. And I have been slaving over this story. I just can't write when I am not feeling it and so only a few paragraphs go down at a time. But I have overcome some major hurdles and hopefully the inspiration will come much easier. As always, your feedback supplies me with the warm fuzzies necessary to continue - so don't be stingy!
Warnings: You have waited... and waited... and waited... so I give you a lime. It is a good lime, filled with character enhancing juices. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto - not now, not ever.
"Naruto Uzumaki..." a tall, broad-chested man nearly growled as he entered the room. The blond turned to him, examining his pressed gray suit and scarred visage. The man continued to walk around the room, large hands clasped behind his back. "How is it that you have found yourself in the company of Sasuke Uchiha?"
Naruto's defiant attitude could not be deterred, despite the wounds he had already received. "School," he nearly spat in response.
The man continued to circle the blond, "I understand you have shared a class or two... I guess my real question is how such a waste of human flesh has come to make an acquaintance out of an Uchiha." He pursed his lips as if contemplating the question himself, "The name Uchiha may not mean as much today as it has in the past, but it still carries some weight. Not like Uzumaki... the name given to a child that wasn't even wanted. I wonder how your whore mother could have predicted what a miserable excuse of a man you would grow to be." Naruto stared forward blankly, it wasn't as if any of these inflammatory remarks were new to him – he had heard them throughout much of his life, from various sources both external and internal. The man completed another circle, terminating his stride in front of the blond in question, "So how does an Uzumaki get so close to an Uchiha?"
Naruto had wondered this himself from time to time. Though Sasuke didn't flaunt his background, it was obvious that he came from money. He didn't have a job but he was always well dressed, even if it was simple black jeans and a T-shirt. He always had the latest and greatest gadgets to play with and while his Beamer was a few years old it was immaculate and well maintained.
"I don't know," the blond finally answered, eyes cast down to his lap.
"You don't know why Uchiha tolerates you?" The man teased, taking a step back.
Naruto pursed his lips, "Nope." Maybe he just wants to get into my pants.
Sophomore Year
Naruto could sense, the second the door had been shut behind him, that they weren't going to make the seven o'clock showing. The last few customers had been simple hack jobs and payment had consisted of hot wings and a game of pool; but a part of Naruto knew the reason behind his low charge wasn't 100% due to the job.
"Where's Suigetsu?" The blond succeeded in sounding nonchalant.
There was a moment of pause, hesitation as Sasuke remained at the door watching Naruto saunter into the apartment. Finally the raven-haired man replied, "Not here."
"Oh?" Naruto spun on his heels to face Sasuke, "You gonna meet up with him later then?"
Sasuke leveled a dangerous glare at the blond, he knew what Naruto was doing. He knew that Naruto knew that he and Suigetsu were no longer dating... but the blond loved his games. "No." Sasuke replied curtly as he brushed past Naruto.
Naruto felt a pang of guilt, "Sorry, Sasuke." he reached out, placing a hand on the pale man's shoulder, "Look, let's go get you shit faced."
Sasuke turned his head slightly, catching the contrast of tanned fingers on the black shirt in his periphery. He sighed softly, "I'm afraid my rates have gone up." He turned completely and felt the hand drop from his shoulder. Dark, fiery eyes moved over Naruto's body, "A few drinks won't cover your bill."
Naruto's expression didn't change much, his eyes widened slightly and his throat undulated with a small gulp. Inside he felt his heart begin to race, blood heating with each second those eyes were on him. He thought he should resist, that this wasn't fair to their arrangement. Sasuke can't just go changing his rates every time he is in or out of a relationship, the logical part of Naruto's mind argued. Unfortunately that was only a tiny part of his cortex and it was no match for the much larger, much louder and hormonally driven sections of his brain.
It's been a while, he thought vaguely as Sasuke closed the distance between them. A couple of months at least – however long Suigetsu had been in the picture. Fractions of thoughts shot off in Naruto's mind, bits of memories that were part of the equation.
Suigetsu and Sasuke met in a coffee shop – they had ordered the same drink...
Just after winter break, must have been January...
I've only been with girls since December...
Sasuke's lips were soft, though not in the same way as a girl's. They weren't sticky with lip stick that never seems to wipe off completely. They were warm and moist and moved commandingly.
They started dating a few days later, I saw them kissing outside Sasuke's apartment...
I never told him that...
It pissed me off...
Who was that girl I fucked that night? The blonde...
Naruto tilted his head slightly, deepening the soft embrace. It was still tentative, having been a while since their two mouths had been in such contact.
Suigetsu was always around when I came over...
They started to fight a few weeks ago, after spring break...
Fucking Mardi Gras – tits everywhere...
Naruto's lips curled up in a small smile, even as Sasuke pressed against him more firmly. The blond inhaled, reveling in a scent he hadn't smelled so strongly in some time.
They've been broken up for a couple weeks maybe...
It's April now...
Four months, it has been four months since we last kissed...
Too long...
His body seemed to agree as it moved of its own accord. Naruto's tongue slipped out, brushing against the seam of Sasuke's mouth. The action seemed to shock them both as they parted lips and blinked at one another. Their eyes searched each other's depths; exploring the desire that poured out unmasked and confirming their intentions.
Like a flash, they were on each other. Their feverish embrace was nothing like it had once been... all those months ago. Hands were flying over muscle, under fabric, along skin. Lips were clashing violently against one another; pressing greedily, nipping lustfully. Naruto thrust his tongue beyond the barrier of Sasuke's lips and thoroughly laved the inside of his mouth. The action was returned with an equally forceful lashing, Sasuke's tongue sliding roughly against its counterpart.
Their bodies, pressed tightly together, would not stay still. They stumbled haphazardly around the room, pushing and pulling against one another until finally they hit the edge of Sasuke's mattress and collapsed in a heap. Sasuke landed on top of Naruto, his hands firmly gripping blond spikes as his mouth ravaged the blond's.
Naruto's hands continued to get tangled in Sasuke's shirt as they roamed across his back, he could feel the muscles straining as Sasuke moved on top of him, very nearly grinding down on him. His own body was moving in restrained thrusts, his arousal fighting – and slowly defeating – his inhibitions. They had never been so hot and heavy before, made out... sure... but nothing like this.
Something had ignited between them moments ago, something too long dormant. Naruto recalled something from his geology class about volcanoes... about how if they are left to build for too long, their eruption would be exponentially more violent... and about how people think they are safe because the volcano had been quiet for so long. Somewhere in the deep recesses of the still cognitive part of Naruto's brain, suppressed by the overwhelming base desires that were now controlling him, he realized that was the nature of him and Sasuke. They were both the volcano and the foolish people that lived around it – bound to erupt violently if left apart too long, and likely to be destroyed by the power of their coming together. He didn't care.
Sasuke's delicious lips left his to blaze a trail along his jaw. Naruto wrapped his arms tighter around the lithe frame and opened his eyes – had Sasuke seem them they would have appeared wide and wild, azure hues a maelstrom of desire. But as it was, Sasuke was too busy sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of Naruto's neck. The blond bucked, his straining erection finding a shortly lived reprieve against Sasuke's thigh.
Onyx eyes flashed open, also unseen, and shot about in quick movements as Sasuke processed this development. Naruto is so fucking hard. What to do? What to do? Sasuke detached himself from the tan column of Naruto's neck and ran his hot tongue upwards while he brought one of his hands down. Naruto dimly registered the hand slowly sliding down his torso as he felt Sasuke's mouth descend on his ear lobe. The raven-haired man worried the flesh between his teeth before running that searing muscle up the shell.
Naruto's heart beat in time with the panting breaths washing over his ear, "Naruto..." Sasuke's hand terminated his journey atop the bulge between Naruto's legs. The blond made some indiscernible sound in response. "I want to get you off."
Any remaining resolve crumbled under the softly spoken words. Naruto would never admit to the whimper he released as he lifted his hips and rubbed his aching hard on against Sasuke's hand. The pale man sighed and pressed his head against Naruto's temple as he massaged the bulge. He closed his eyes, chewing his bottom lip and gaining in confidence with each returned thrust from the blond. Shaky breaths caressed Naruto's skin, the flesh breaking out in goosebumps as the tickle traveled down his neck.
Sasuke pulled his face back and briefly admired the blond who was too absorbed in the sensations to acknowledge the gaze. Obsidian eyes turned away from the blushing face, refocusing their attention on the erection currently begging for release. Sasuke sat back, bringing in his other hand to assist in removing the burdensome garments. He worked enticingly slowly; running his fingers inside the hem, fiddling with the button and finally slipping down the zipper. His hands once again found their way to the hem of Naruto's jeans, tugging lightly on his belt loops. The blond did not hesitate to raise his hips and Sasuke slid the denim down until it bunched at Naruto's knees.
Naruto's boxers did not receive the same treatment, Sasuke opted to forgo removal and simply pull the hard length from its cotton prison. He snaked his hand inside the open fly, eyes flitting up as Naruto hissed, and wrapped his slender fingers around the sizable base – tugging until the shaft was finally freed.
"Holy shit Naruto..."
The blond's lips twitched into a small smirk. It wasn't the first time those words had been uttered and yet they sounded foreign being carried on the baritone voice. He inhaled sharply as the tips of fingers began to caress the sensitive flesh.
Sasuke was no cock connoisseur, but he could recognize a beautiful dick when he saw one. He traced the subtle lines of veins up the perfectly flushed and straight shaft. After a long journey up the length, Sasuke ran the pad of his index finger behind the crest and around the nicely shaped head. One more journey around the girth, this time circling the gently sloping ridge, and Sasuke concluded his initial exploration. He brought his hand back down, long fingers just barely completing a circle around the thick base.
His hand moved slowly, a light grip teasing the hot flesh. Sasuke pumped experimentally, watching the blond for reactions. Naruto moaned softly, brows knitting ever so slightly as pale fingers grazed the bulbous head. Sasuke pursed his lips with a sudden realization... his lube was on his desk. He cursed internally and debated whether to leave the blond in search of lubrication or settle on saliva. Unsure of Naruto's manual preferences, Sasuke decided to have the blond advise him.
"Naruto..." he continued to stroke lightly, "do you want lube?"
Azure eyes slowly blinked open and Naruto groaned incomprehensibly. One more slide of the dextrous hand along his aching head had the blond nodding furiously. Sasuke nodded in reply and retreated from the bed to gather the supplies. Naruto frowned at the loss of warmth around his shaft, eyes following in slight confusion as Sasuke left. He watched as the pale man rummaged around his desk, still unsure what exactly was going on or why Sasuke had ceased his ministrations. When Sasuke returned, small tube in hand, it all came together. Naruto sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as Sasuke drizzled the cool liquid along his hot length. When that hand returned to smear the lube around, thoroughly coating the shaft, Naruto's eyes once more slid shut.
Naruto registered a vague nagging, barely recognizable under the din of screaming hormones, that insisted this was all wrong. That the hot fist sliding against him belonged to a man... and that was wrong. That Sasuke was bending the rules of their arrangement... and that was wrong. The blond willfully suppressed the feeling in favor of reveling in the physical sensations flooding his system.
Sasuke worked him beautifully, as if he already knew each of Naruto's sensitive spots. In truth, the raven-haired man was simply a quick learner, and as in all other things he encountered – he excelled at jerking Naruto off. He dug his fingertips into the flesh of Naruto's shaft, sliding along the engorged length. When he reached the head Sasuke pumped a tight fist, pressing his thumb against the sensitive junction of crown and shaft.
"Nnngghhh... Sasu..." the blond moaned, the sound emanating from deep in his chest.
Naruto's eyes shifted behind his lids, the sound of his friend's name falling from his lips in such a wanton tone caused his heart to beat a little harder. Doubt began to creep past the searing passion and Naruto could feel the tickle in his brain. Why am I doing this? Is this what I wanted all along? What does Sasuke want from this?
Sasuke had set a moderate pace – fast enough to keep Naruto on edge and slow enough to draw out the sensations. Naruto groaned as his hips thrust up in time with Sasuke's strokes, indicating a pending urgency. Sasuke smirked and changed strategies. He slowed his strokes, initially earning a growl from the blond, but turned his attention entirely to the sensitive tip. He tugged at the head with this new slower rhythm, twisting his fist and running his thumb along the slit. His smirk grew when Naruto gasped, hips jerking up suddenly.
"Fuck... so good," Naruto's voice was graveled and dripping with lust. He pushed down the doubt, deciding it would be so much better to just go along with his body's desires. "Fuck yes Sasuke... ahhhhh."
Pleased with this development, Sasuke offered Naruto a quickened pace. The tight fist making short, wet sounds as it pumped the throbbing head faster. The pale man did not miss the sudden flush in skin tone or the further swelling of the tip as pearls of precum rolled leisurely from the slit. Naruto's breathy gasps grew louder, accompanying the slurping sounds of Sasuke's ministrations. Midnight eyes watched the blond intently, absorbing every nuance – the lightly jerking hips, the tanned hands gripping the comforter, the ragged movements of Naruto's chest as he gasped. He knew Naruto was close and he watched with his own building excitement, waiting for the moment of climax.
"Sasuke..." Naruto breathed, then inhaled sharply, "Jesus, Sasuke."
Muttered curses, eyes clenched shut, one last thrust of hips – all leading up to that glorious release. Cobalt eyes flew open, head thrown back – the familiar popcorn ceiling obscured by neon sparks. Naruto didn't even recognize his voice as it escaped him in a long, guttural moan. Two more breathy gasps accompanied the pulsing purge and Naruto shuttered as Sasuke continued to milk out every last drop.
The grip around him went lax and slowly Naruto came down. The blond released a contented sigh that made Sasuke's lips twitch into a genuine smile. Naruto blinked blearily, gaze slowly moving down the bed until finally settling on the pale man reclined next to his hips, examining the smear of cum coating his fingers.
He wasn't quite sure what to say... if anything needed to be said. Sasuke turned his attention to the blond, the intensity in the coal black eyes staring back at him were of little consolation. Suddenly Sasuke shifted and for a brief moment Naruto thought he might be leaning in to kiss him again. Instead, the pale man scooted off the mattress and moved across the room to his closet. Naruto propped himself up on his elbows as he watched Sasuke retrieve a couple items and return to him; a white article was thrown over his shoulder while a dark one was being used to wipe off his hand.
Sasuke reached the edge of the bed and tossed the black hand towel to the blond, which landed quite appropriately on the translucent white pools splattered across Naruto's abdomen. Next the raven-haired man held out the white shirt, one of very few that lived in Sasuke's closet. Naruto reached out and accepted the offering. Once more he looked down to himself, his lips turning into a small frown as he realized the soiled state of one of his favorite shirts.
"I think we have a new standard in payment," Sasuke's voice was still a little husky underneath the teasing tone.
Naruto huffed a laugh as he deftly wiped himself clean. He peeled his shirt up, careful to avoid smearing the mess any further. He tugged on the donated article, noting the slightly stale scent – must have been washed ages ago. He stood, pulling his jeans up and wiggling his hips to adjust. He finished buttoning, his gaze lingering somewhere between the floor and Sasuke's knees. After a moment he lifted his chin, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
This was just part of the deal, he rationalized. Not quite what he expected when he had agreed to the arrangement last year... but it felt like the natural progression of things. More importantly, it had felt damn good. Fuck it. Naruto liked getting off and he liked Sasuke... why did the two have to be mutually exclusive?
Naruto flashed a deceivingly charming smile, eye brows tweaking slightly. He let his eyes wonder over Sasuke's relaxed posture. All part of the deal. He leaned in, hand coming up to snake into mussed black spikes. His lips grazed Sasuke's gently, with a practiced teasing pressure. Naruto slid his tongue along Sasuke's bottom lip before capturing it more forcefully.
Sasuke had just began to reciprocate when the blond pulled away, bringing his mouth to ghost over the pale man's ear, "See you next time, babe."
Naruto stepped back; smiling playfully, he winked just before turning to the door. Sasuke blinked as he felt his pulse calm and temperature cool. He watched the blond leave without another word. The dark-haired man turned his gaze toward the bed, to the soiled towel that lay crumpled on the blanket. He was suddenly very confused. He thought he understood everything that was happening, after all he was initiating it. But now, as he stood alone in his small studio, he wasn't quite sure. He shook his head and swiped the towel off the bed, tossing it to his hamper.