Wanna Know How We Keep Starting Fires?

"He WHAT?"

"I mean, he just-just... well... I guess he was offering?"

Sasuke punched the table and Naruto sat the eggs aside to close the door. They were in the kitchen, originally eating breakfast, but neither of them were touching their food now. Out of the guilt building within his heart, Naruto went against his better judgement and decided to tell Sasuke what happened between himself and Falco on their walk home from the convenience store. At first he was going to keep it to himself because he believed it was none of Sasuke's business... And it wasn't. However, Naruto was never good at keeping "secrets". And though what happened wasn't really anything on a secret worthy level, the subject matter kinda was. Either way, something got the better of him, and he gave.

It wasn't anything special. They were seated on the bench, relaxing and Falco just dropped the question. Of course, Naruto got a bit flustered, but the avian waited patiently for him to stop stumbling on his words long enough to decline, then shrugged on with their conversation like he had never asked. At the time, Naruto was genuinely freaked out, but later realized... it wasn't really that big of a deal. Just... kind of awkward.

Basically... Falco asked if he'd like to have sex.

He thought Sasuke would be thankful that he decided to tell him, but all the Uchiha heard was, "He wanted to have sex with me" and even the nice breakfast Naruto cooked him, filled with eggs, bacon, and toast galore, could not stop him from scowling about it.

"The really weird part was I felt like he was asking me for directions or the weather; he was really... casual, about it."

"What did you say?"

"I said no, obviously!" Cried the boy. "Seriously Sasuke?" Naruto was thoroughly offended. As it was, he barely wanted his "best friend" touching him. So why would he turn around and let this random bird who crashed in his house the other day have a shot? Was that the type of guy Sasuke took him for? And even if he did, Naruto had NO idea how any of that would work. Last time he checked, the anatomy for birds differed from that of humans. Though he had to admit... from what'd he'd seen so far, Falco seemed pretty damn human outside of his feathers and beak...

"When did he ask?"

"Yesterday on our walk home from the store."

"Did he put his hands on you?"

An image of Kiro's hand clutching his wrist flashed through Naruto's mind.

"No."

Naruto turned back to chopping a stick of celery for an omelet. The only part of their walk he bothered to mention was Falco's little offer at the end of it. The other details, like how Falco had prevented his face from meeting the concrete, or how, if it wasn't for Falco, he might of been raped and/or murdered in the back of a convince store, Naruto decided to spare. Now wasn't the time to tell either, lest he make Falco look somehow more suspicious to his raven haired companion.

"Good."

The soft pitter-patter of the knife meeting the cutting board blended with approaching footsteps. Suddenly Sasuke was behind him. His chest pressed against the blond's back and two arms circled around his waist. Held him close. Warmth melted into tanned skin, called for his attention, but Naruto pretended to be too busy chopping celery to notice. Sasuke rested his head on a tanned shoulder, pressing his cheek to the smooth flesh. He moved his lips to the boy's ear. "I only want one person touching you like this…" The whispered words burnt Naruto's ear. "And that's me." A sneaky hand groped at his groin. Hard. The blond bit his lower lip. Tried to hold his tongue… but he knew where this could be going.

"I'm not your property." He cut his eyes.

"Yes you are. " Sasuke smiled. "If we're together, then you're mine. All of you. Every blond hair on your head, to your virginity that you hold so dear." The mention of that. His virginity. It struck something in Naruto. He tensed up, clutching the knife hard. Sasuke nuzzled his cheek. "It's mine to take and do with as I want."

"Your disgusting." As a bold warning, Naruto jabbed Sasuke with his elbow.

Next thing he knew, he was bent over the counter. His hands were jerked behind his back, caught in Sasuke's vice-like grip. The knife hit the ground with a soft clang. His face was flush against the cutting board and Sasuke held him there with one hand and sheer strength, smiling. "You idiot..." Dark bangs grazed Naruto's face as Sasuke's words hissed into his ear. Damn did Naruto hate that word. "Test me, Sasuke. Fucking test me." The boy growled. Sasuke laughed. Maybe it was the heat of his breath or the danger in his laugh, but Naruto's blood started pumping. Head to toe, his body warmed. Pleasantly, even. He squeezed his eyes shut, wanted to resist, but something about Sasuke was so deliciously toxic... And his body betrayed it.

A hand started a slow run down his stomach. "Naruto..." It rode soft abs to his pants and dipped under the waistband. "I'm only trying to protect you." lips brushed the blond's ear. Naruto turned his head. He knew where that hand was headed, and as if to stop it, yanked his own hand free and clutched Sasuke's wrist. Power was constantly a type of tug of war between them, but Naruto knew wasn't winning this one. They both did. His resistance was lengthy as the soft gasp Sasuke received for wrapping his fingers around the boy's erection.

He stroked. Softly at first. His palm ran along the hard flesh slowly... tauntingly. It was driving Naruto mad. One side of him wanted it to stop; the side that was clutching Sasuke's wrist as he teased the boy ever so gently. The other side? Oh, his body was right where Sasuke wanted him; isolated by him and inviting everything he offered. His touch had the boy's knees weak, and his thoughts scattered. The one simple word he could manage to piece together was 'Fuck!'

"You know that... right?"

His whisper made Naruto's head pulse, but he knew the right answer; what Sasuke wanted him to say. Sandwiched between a gasp, he breathed,

"Yes."

Music to Sasuke's ears. The pace picked up and Naruto, needy for that tantalizing touch, spread his legs to invite the action. He was under his mercy now. A fact that made Sasuke smile. "Good." His hand pumped savagely along the boy's hard flesh, adding torque with his wrist. And his body thanked him. Naruto's hips couldn't help but to buck into the willing palm as he whimpered into the chopping board. A light sweat moistened tanned skin, blond brows furrowed. The boy was suffocating with pleasure. Mind nothing more than smoke and mirrors.

"Because he doesn't give a fuck about you." Sasuke smirked. "Not like I do."

Naruto couldn't take it. In the next moment, his body pulsed with heat and he came under Sasuke's palm with a long, dry moan, dull nails digging into the Uchiha's wrist. Empty eyes watched the glowing boy burn out. Watched his skin flush. His chest heave. Then Sasuke looked elsewhere. To a wash towel, which he promptly scooped up. "Don't let him put his hands on you." Gingerly, he dabbed sheen from the blond's forehead, wiped his own hands clean, and tossed the towel. Coming down from his high, Naruto heard the rattle of keys and turned to the sound. Sasuke was opening the door.

"Where are you going?" He blinked, face feverish.

"To get milk." The door slammed and the room fell silent. Standing from the counter, Naruto folded his arms. Damn. It just kept happening and he had no idea why or what to do about it. He held himself, red face darkened with a mixture of pleasure and disappointment.

His skin was on fire.