"It's complicated, it always is / that's just the way it goes / Feels like I've waited so long for this / I wonder if it shows? / Head under water / now I can't breathe / It never felt so good / 'Cause I can feel it coming over me / I wouldn't stop it if I could." – David Guetta
Chapter Four
Sasuke's POV
Eight days later…
"So, how many dates has it been now?" Kakashi asked me neutrally, conversationally as he remained crouched down low next to my lying form – both of us currently occupying the tiled kitchen floor.
With only my bent, black-covered legs visible from the opened, bottom cabinets as I lie on my back underneath the kitchen sink; Kakashi in charge of handing me tools when I asked for them; I attempted to replace a leaky pipe.
"Agh, this thing…is such a bastard," I grumbled out as I forced a rusted fitting to loosen from the top of the catch pipe that had obviously not been touched since it had been installed, "…four."
"Ah, I see," Kakashi commented smoothly as I made various grunts and noises of frustration and burst of strength as I was finally able to remove all of the copper fittings I needed to and easily take off the busted pipe.
"Pipe," I called out to Kakashi as I stretched out my water-splashed hand from underneath the sink and towards my caretaker.
Responding diligently to my call, Kakashi first wiped off my visible hand with the little blue rag that I knew he had, before smacking the curved, brand-new water pipe into my palm.
Bringing the galvanized pipe under the sink, I asked the jounin, "What? What are you thinking? I know there's got to be something that's bothering you."
"Well, in a way…"Kakashi started somewhat awkwardly in an unsure and secretly amusing voice to me as I worked on the pipes under the sink with the bright red pair of giant metal pliers in my hands, "it's just uh…you guys haven't…you know…right?"
"What?!" I panicked with a jolt that made me drop one of the tiny pipe fittings in my other hand that I heard roll down my chest and onto the kitchen floor.
"No, we haven't, okay? Jeeze…"I answered back, probably blushing inside that bottom cabinet as I reached my hand back out towards Kakashi so he would give me back the dropped item.
Kakashi placed the small piece of bent copper into my palm right away as he said, "Okay, okay, I was just…worried is all."
In the past two weeks that I have been back in Konoha and living under Kakashi's roof, I had actually developed quite a knack for fixing things; my mind finding it simple enough but also very interesting to figure out how things worked and functioned and what tools can be used to repair any problems with them.
I had already repaired a faulty drawer in Kakashi's old work desk, replaced a few hinges on some of the kitchen cabinets, and adjusted one of the window panes in the living room so that it would slide easier.
It had not been long before I admitted to myself as well as to Kakashi that I actually enjoying working with my hands, fixing thing around the house, being useful as well as learning new non-combative skills
In all reality, I think I took so much pride and placed so much intrinsic value in my handy-man tasks because they reminded me that I was, in fact, still human…and not just some mindless killer like Orochimaru had tried to make me.
I was still capable of so much more than perfecting killing tactics, war-time strategies, and succumbing to a sickening, deafening bloodlust that no mere man should ever have to endure.
"Almost got it," I informed my caretaker by my side as I continued to tighten the freshly-replaced fittings that held the new catch pipe in place amongst the others.
"Make sure everything is nice and tight and that nothing can be moved around," Kakashi re-instructed me upon hearing that I was about done with the task, "because if the fittings are a even a little bit loose right now, water is still going to leak out and…"
"Ugh, I know, I know, dad; you don't have to keep telling me," I said quickly, annoyed at my caretaker's nagging, and totally oblivious to what I had just nonchalantly called him as I scooted out from underneath the sink at last.
Carefully sitting up; my back feeling a little stiff from lying on the hard tiled floor all this time; I looked towards the silver-haired, currently masked jounin next to me and said, "Don't worry. It's going to take an act of God to get…those things…off of the um…what's wrong?"
My joke having fizzled out completely as I could not help but ask him that question, my eyebrows quirked up as I finally noticed the dead-panned, deer-caught-in-headlights look that Kakashi was giving me – his mismatched eyes unnervingly wide and I could only assume that his mouth was hanging open behind his matching blue mask as well.
"Did I do something wrong?" I mentally dreaded, not used to seeing my always calm and collected mentor look this shocked and speechless, "Did I hurt his feelings? But how!?"
Right when I was just about to ask him if he was alright, Kakashi's partially covered features relaxed a little bit as he kept his iron-black and Sharingan eyes fixed directly on my face while he said, "What…did you just call me?"
"Huh?" I said stupidly, not realizing the answer straight away since I had said it so casually before, "I called you Ka…"
Suddenly, I remembered; a gasp leaving me as my eyes widened at my caretaker; my thoughts immediately coming to a halt as I could only wait nervously for Kakashi's reaction to such a personally embarrassing but wholly significant development between us.
All at once, two long, sturdy arms were wrapped around me and tugging me close as I soon found my head snuggled comfortably underneath Kakashi's chin with my face pressed into his collarbone.
"Erm, I can't…"I tried to murmur to my caretaker currently smothering the life out of me, as I lifted my hands to his biceps and tapped my fingers against one a few times, "I can't really breathe..."
"Just shut up and let me hug you for a minute," Kakashi shot back to my muffled, barely distinguishable plead – the almost touching meaning behind his hurried words making me drop my hands from his arms in a defeated manner so he could, in fact, continue hugging me as he was.
"You know, I wouldn't mind it at all if you called me that," Kakashi said to me in a completely somber and grave voice from above my head; his every syllable making my heart well up inside my chest at such a delicate issue with me...for the both of us.
Feeling him release his good-natured death grip on me, I eased back a little bit so I could look him in the eyes; his hands still gripping my shoulders tightly to emphasize just how serious he was being right now.
I gulped and looked away before saying, "Yeah…I guess I could."
His eyes smiled at me warmly as he gave my shoulders one last squeeze before he said, "It's settled then."
I smiled a strange half-smile with both of my eyebrows still perked up, but inside, I was positively delighted in every way that this had happened and I was going to be able to start calling someone 'father' again.
Kakashi had once tried to tell me the importance of finding people to fill the void of those whom I had lost, but at the time, I had only mindlessly ignored what he had said in the end…and went off to Sound Country.
Now…I understood what he had meant that fateful day.
I watched him gracefully get to his feet, his face still kind and accepting towards me, as he went over to the bar to sit down on the farthest barstool – the act leading me to believe that he wanted me to take the one closest so we could continue talking.
Standing up in a not-so fluid series of movements due to my back still feeling a bit sore, I went over to the inner-kitchen barstool opposite Kakashi and sat down obligingly; the very air feeling like Kakashi still had something on his mind that he wanted to say to me.
"Thanks for fixing the sink, Sasuke," Kakashi said once I got settled on top of the thick cushion and rested my bare feet on top of one of the horizontal, wooden pegs that ran in between the thicker columns on the floor.
I smirked and rolled my eyes humorously at the out-of-nowhere praise before saying with a straight face and a serious tone, "Why don't you tell me what's really on your mind…?"
I watched Kakashi sighed silently in order to take a brief moment to gather his straying, growing thoughts before he could piece together what he was going to say to me.
"If there's one other thing that I regret in my life…"Kakashi began solemnly, earning my full and undivided attention as I kept my eyes glued to the nostalgic but possibly troubled Copy Ninja, "…it'd be not having a family of my own."
I swallowed hard and interlaced my fingers on top of my lap as I listened intently to the sheer emotion of what my caretaker was expressing to me.
"I think Obito would have been happy…knowing that someone like me had a wife and children, but…well, you see how much progress I've made with those things," Kakashi continued in such a way that made my stomach tighten horribly as I noticed his gaze often trailed down to the snack-bar in between us and his folded, gloved hands currently resting on top of it in front of him.
I wanted to say something…something profound and all-knowing that would make him cheer up automatically and have the both of us feeling completely better…but I did not…so I waited, quietly.
"So, what I'm trying to say, Sasuke," Kakashi concluded with more resilience in his voice that instantly made my stomach pain settle down and my previous melancholy disappear as he also regained my gaze with firm, unwavering finality, "is that I will be quite honored…to be your dad. I think it's something that both of us need."
I could only blink at him, the man sitting across from me who was telling me that he wanted us to have a father-and-son relationship…and that I could have a father...once again.
"I…uh, I…"I tried, mentally defeated and utterly thoughtless as per my situational daze that left me feeling far too many emotions that had taken years to bury, and having me think of far too many words and phrases that I had made myself forget when I was with Orochimaru.
"Alrighty then, weird moment's over," Kakashi said with a small chuckle; his quick and rather comical words showing how understanding he was of my speechless, taken aback condition right now and making me feel some of my own melancholic weight lift off of my shoulders as a result, "Besides, you need to report to the Hokage today."
"Yeah…"I commented idly as I brought a hand to the back of my head and nervously ran my fingers through my raven hair; ruffling the unruly spikes out of habit while my mind was still digesting our exchanged words and how…strange they made me feel.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later," Kakashi said warmly as he stood up from his barstool; prompting me to do the same as I watched him slowly make his way to the corridor.
Going in the opposite direction towards the door, I sat down on the carpet just before the tiles to put on my shoes, but craned my head around once I heard Kakashi call my name from behind me.
"Hmm?'I answered back curiously as I stood up and placed a hand on the smooth, golden doorknob; ready to head to the Hokage Tower and hear what Lady Tsunade had to say to me.
"I really do appreciate you fixing the sink…and all the other stuff you've done around here," Kakashi said evenly as he looked me squarely in the face from across the room – his solid, praiseful words sending a rare, unfamiliar jolt deep through my very core; making me smile as an uncontrollable circumstance.
"It wasn't a problem," I said just as honestly, just as serious and meaningfully as I opened the door for myself, "…dad."
And with that, I let myself out and politely closed the door behind me.
On the other side of the door, I took a deep, steadying breath; the intensity from talking about something so sensitive with me proving to be thoroughly riddling to my nerves; and I shook my head briefly from side to side to stop myself from crying.
Fourteen minutes later; after I had taken a little extra time going to the Hokage Tower on account of my slow, mindful pace of walking through the village; I was finally standing in Lady Tsunade's large, rounded office that offered an impressive panoramic view of the bright, sunny day and the colorful Leaf below.
"Uchiha Sasuke," Lady Tsunade began in her usual gruff, no-nonsense tone as she almost haughtily cocked her up from a particular paper that she had found quite interesting upon my arrival, "how are things going for you?"
"Fine," I answered truthfully but probably somewhat dully before I quickly added, "everything had been going well."
"I see," the Fifth Hokage commented about my reply as she kept her keen, brown eyes glued to my every feature and poise; analyzing, critiquing, scrutinizing to no end which almost had me fidgeting in my spot, "I have a report here from Kakashi…"
She flashed me the single piece of white paper before reading some of the contents herself, my eyes totally drawn to it as if it depicted my very future.
"Excellent adherence to rules, no problems with Anbu, and has demonstrated a sincere desire to continue living peacefully as a Leaf shinobi…" Lady Tsunade read aloud from the paper, her reiteration of Kakashi's words positively setting my heart alight inside my chest as I quirked up my eyebrows at her but not saying anything just yet.
Setting the paper back down, Tsunade continued seriously, thoughtfully as she locked eyes with me once more, "The Anbu seem to agree with Kakashi since they reported nothing unusual about your behavior during the time they monitored you. So tell me, Sasuke…"
"Yes, Hokage-sama?" I asked formally, every bit as eager to hear what she really had to put before me as I stood perfectly straight in front of her desk with my hands crossed behind my back militarily, courteously.
"Do you want to be a Leaf shinobi?" she asked me simply but gravely, her words really asking me if I desired to be put back on the field, to be part of teams, thereby going on high-ranked, high-risk assignments that would involve me working with the very people I had turned my back on all those years ago…for Konoha.
I did not hesitate with my answer.
"Yes," I replied at once, my face stern and my single word as resilient as stone as my tone almost dared her to question me further about it.
"Hmm…" Tsunade said after an extremely pregnant pause, the biologically aged but young-looking woman sitting back in her chair as she pursed her lips together and studied her large, dark-wooden desk in great detail for a moment.
"You know, I was against the idea initially. I thought that you needed more time to adjust to everything here, but…it was Naruto who came to me a few days ago and begged that I let you do missions again…and I can't exactly ignore this report by Hatake Kakashi either," Lady Tsunade informed me, still thinking what her own decision would be as she briefly chewed on her lip while still eyeing her desk; the mere mention of how Naruto had pleaded with the old woman on my behalf making me raise my eyebrows even more in delighted, touched surprise.
After she sighed, her face showing a sort of quietly exasperated and annoyed defeat, Lady Tsunade regained my gaze once more; this time with sharper cuts of ice in the warm, brown hue of her eyes; as she said, "I have an S-ranked mission for you to start tomorrow with a team I have personally assembled. I knew right after receiving this mission that it would probably require your talents…so…I suppose this little arrangement has worked out."
"Yes, Hokage-sama!" I agreed diligently, my heart and nerves more excited than they had been in a long time and I knew I had to tell Naruto about this right away since he had been the one to first recommend me to her.
"You will receive details of the mission tomorrow at 0700 hours at the front gate where you will meet your team. Is that clear?" Lady Tsunade continued with a certain degree of force in her words that only sparked my enthusiasm further as I hastily replied with more positivism.
"Good. Now, I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, but Sasuke…"Lady Tsunade concluded to me with a quirk of one of her thin, light-blonde eyebrows and an extremely evident softening of her tone towards me, "I'm counting on you."
"I know, Hokage-sama," I replied back faithfully as I never let my composure falter nor subside in any way around her, so she may know that I was being completely serious with my words and my decision to act as her weapon, "I won't let you down."
I had purposefully echoed her own words to me from the first day I came back to the village and stood before her, and I watched as Lady Tsunade's features relaxed immeasurable as she continued to look at me; no longer scrutinizing my every detail and aspect; and smiled.
X
"I wonder who is going to be on my team tomorrow," I thought to myself as I ran along the multi-colored rooftops to Naruto's apartment; my thoughts currently out of control at the prospect of finally doing a legitimate, imperative mission for someone whose cause did not involve taking over the world, "I hope Naruto is going with us."
It felt good, satisfying, even, that I was about to embark on an extremely dangerous mission for the kind-hearted people that comprised the very village that welcomed me back with open, waiting arms.
I felt encouraged to do whatever that wise, old woman told me to; obligated as well as privileged; and the mixture of these feelings was incredible to me – like a warm, impossibly soft blanket being wrapped around a sullied, frozen soul in need of exactly that warmth and grace in order to let his blackened heart thaw and be whole again.
I gracefully jumped down from the slanted, reddish rooftop and onto Naruto's green-painted balcony with only the tiniest of sounds from my feet landing again the wooden planks, before I went over to the glass, double-doors and rapped my knuckles against it rather loudly.
"Naruto? Are you home?" I asked the glass, barely being able to see inside of the small apartment by some horrid trick of the light on account of the brilliant beams of fresh afternoon sunlight being out in front of me instead of at my back.
Slowly, a pair of orange-clad legs came into view as I watched Naruto rub at his half-lidded eyes as he lethargically made his way over to me.
He looked exhausted as he pushed open the large glass door to my left and poked his messy head out – Naruto's headband currently off, revealing long, unkempt locks of spiky blonde hair that really did reach into his eyes and hang down his neck in the back…just like I had surmised a few weeks ago.
"Sasuke…what's going on?" Naruto asked in a raspy, just-woken-up voice as his sleepy eyes were fighting against the fading but offending light of day so he could look at me.
My black, glinting eyes quickly scanned from Naruto's impressively lengthy hair to his strong-muscled build that was barely kept from one's imagination underneath his simple black T-shirt, and finally to his unzipped, orange uniform pants that he must have just pulled on upon hearing someone at his balcony door.
My gaze quickly shot up back to brilliant, ocean-blue before I said, "Tsunade gave me a mission tomorrow, and I…heard about what you did for me, so I wanted to say thanks."
Naruto smirked lazily at me as one of his hands scrubbed at an eye again as he said, "So, you heard about that, huh? It's about time that old bat listened to something I said. Do you want to come in?"
"Sure," I obliged, quite content at the prospect of being able to continue seeing Naruto in such a haphazardly dressed and vulnerably tired state, as I followed the blonde back into the apartment and slid shut the glass door behind me.
"So, what's the mission?" Naruto asked me as he plopped down on one of his simple wooden chairs while I sat down cautiously on the edge of his wholly untidy and disaster-ridden bed to his left.
"You mean you're not going?" I answered his question with one of my own as I eyed the blonde almost miserably; folding my hands in my lap as I tried to remain as collected and cool as I could despite feeling a bit out of my element.
"Nope, Granny Tsunade's been having me train 'til I drop lately," Naruto explained as he interlaced his fingers, brought his arms high over his head, and then stretched all of those wonderfully toned and efficient muscles with a little groan escaping him, "that's why I was taking a nap."
"Oh…"I said a little sheepishly, trying not to let my gaze linger too long on the stretching, feline-like blonde a little ways before me as I attempted to survey the random things cluttering his humble apartment instead, "…sorry."
"It's okay," Naruto said with a smile as he dropped his arms and cocked his head slightly over to a side as he continued to blatantly, shamelessly leer at me the whole time I was trying to avoid his gaze, "I don't mind as long as it's you."
This made me whip my head back directly towards him but only to catch the faintest trace of a smile before Naruto suddenly disappeared from his chair and then reappeared straddling my legs with his own and pushing me down on top of his bed in the next, short second.
My back felt comfortable against the firm, supple mattress littered with tossed-about blankets about as colorful and bright as the kitsune himself as he dipped down low and placed his tempting, alluring lips just barely against my own.
"You…are always welcome over here, Sasuke," Naruto said suggestively, his warm breath ghosting provocatively over my flesh, as he continued to smirk down at me with his lips hovering over mine.
In response and in genuine appreciation of his words to me, I craned my head up ever-so slightly so that the remaining distance between us was nonexistent as I pressed my lips to his, claiming his mouth confidently as I felt his delicious lips meld against mine while I watched him slide his beautiful eyes shut.
Naruto's voice hummed low in his throat in approval of our heated, demanding kiss, sending a solid shiver up my spine, as we both moved our lips sensually together, playing with the other man's very resolve in some aspects - subtle shifts in angles enabling us to kiss the other deeper with more searing passion and burning, crushing desire that we both needed the other to feel.
Hastily, as Naruto's immaculate lips against mine were proving to be extremely detrimental to my samurai-like discipline, I lifted my hands up to Naruto's shoulders and gripped his flesh hard before expertly flipping our positions so that Naruto was lying on the bed and I was on top of him.
Our lips had parted during the sudden shift, leaving the both of us panting lightly, before I sank down to be on my elbows and purposefully rest more of my long, sculpt body against Naruto's own trim frame as I crushed our lips together and was instantly rewarded with feeling the kitsune's arms wrap securely around my back and his hands squeeze encouragingly at my shoulder blades.
Oh, I was in heaven like this, practically resting on top of Naruto's lean, warm body with our lips seemingly to be permanently attached while he groped and clawed at my wide, strong back.
Feeling a bit overcome by the sheer thoughtlessness the current atmosphere between us seemed to induce, I languidly pulled my lips from Naruto's, hearing him whine a bit in protest, before I moved them lower to his jaw and pressed another firm, sloppy kiss there instead.
Mindlessly intent on hearing what other sounds my dazzling, flawless fox could make for me, I trailed my petal-soft lips delicately down Naruto's tanned, well-structured jaw to his exposed throat; immediately dipping my tongue out and tasting the sensitive flesh.
"S-Sasuke…"Naruto purred in an adorable stammer as I felt nails scratch down my clothed back before deft, large hands ran underneath my shirt and quickly latched onto the bottom hem, tugging briefly as a silent but pertinent hint to me.
Fluidly, I lifted my lips from Naruto's warm, addictive skin and sat back on my haunches on top of him and was about to say something to the hazy-eyed fox below me, but was cut short indefinitely as Naruto also sprang up from his spot so he sat up before me as well.
My shirt was violently lifted off of me, my arms raising just in time so it was a seamless action to execute, as I let Naruto almost furiously cast aside my black, long-sleeved article of clothing before he also rid himself of his own black T-shirt that joined mine on the hardwood floor below us - Naruto's lips back on mine and hungrily devouring everything I had to offer the very next instant before I could even fully register what was happening.
Feeling a little shocked but completely delighted about how urgent and needy Naruto was being with me, I purred in the back of my throat as both he and I wrapped our arms around the other while our tongues continued to swirl erotically together, causing the both of us to feel jolts of brisk, maddening electricity course through our bodies and tease relentlessly at our growing, trapped arousals.
A touch of sense hitting me squarely in the face out of nowhere, I suddenly brought my hands from around his back to the kitsune's arms and pulled him somewhat away from me, making our lips remorsefully part that riddled me with an immediate feeling of regret, as I looked him in his flushed, panting face and said slowly, "Naruto, maybe…maybe we shouldn't…"
I could not even finish my thought out loud as a staggeringly large part of me was screaming at myself to stop talking right now…because not even I believed what I was trying to say.
"Sasuke," Naruto began in a smooth, sultry voice that made me shiver slightly once more, as he captured my bottom lip in between his lips and began lightly, teasingly nipping and rubbing at my sensitive, pink flesh, "…I need to do this with you. Please…just let me do everything."
I gulped as I watched him practically make love to my bottom lip – the blonde savoring my taste as he teetered on some kind of edge while he toyed with my lips with his own.
Damn.
Failing to come up with anything that I could possibly say back to that, I placed a hand at the small of Naruto's back; my other planted on top of the bed; as I gently eased the both of us back down with me on top of him – my bottom lip still in between his teeth as we moved carefully.
However, as soon as I had lain Naruto back down on his bed, the kitsune abruptly switched our positions again, putting the fox directly on top of me and already slithering seductively down my shirtless body as I lifted my head up from the mattress and saw half-lidded, sky-blue eyes close before Naruto slipped one of my pale nipples in between his lips.
I gasped as I automatically brought my hands up and tentatively raked my long, deadly fingers through bright, blonde hair; my body softly squirming in sporadic, surprised movements as I felt Naruto run the flat of his tongue over my nipple before he nipped it and then kissed away any pain.
I sighed contently as I dropped my head back against the mattress, what was left of my coherent and keen mind pleasantly leaving me in the most magnificent of ways, as I kept my hands in Naruto's silken spikes while I felt the kitsune abandon the worried nipple but only to quickly close his lips around the other one.
"Naruto…" I cooed, my voice like water, as I squirmed again as I felt my stomach muscles tighten from delicious anticipation and increasing, maddening arousal that made my whole body feel on edge and my blood positively race through my heated veins.
"Mmm…"Naruto commented in a purposed, lustful growl as he released my other nipple and lovingly; taking his time with every little ministration he performed; moved down my torso with his lips and tongue as he licked around various curves and dips that adorned my chest and sternum while his hands skillfully began inching my black pants over my hipbones.
I groaned in sweet, rare ecstasy and tensed my muscles, clumsily coming up to rest back on my elbows, as I felt Naruto's soft, wet tongue run over my abdomen before he pressed his lips firmly to my slick, tortured flesh and kissed my skin like it was something precious to him.
Now being able to see what the fox was doing to me, my eyes widened a bit as I saw Naruto was currently pulling my pants down while using his tongue as a distraction; causing me brief, internal panic before I felt Naruto's talented, stress-relieving lips touch the enflamed head of my cock.
"Ooh, shit…Naruto…"I breathed out thoughtlessly as I could intricately feel the blonde's lips spread wider and wider around the tip of my cock until Naruto had the whole, throbbing head inside his wet cavern; his tongue already lapping up at the clear pre-come seeping out from the slit.
Shakily, I breathed out a soft, pleasured moan as I watched more and more of my achingly hard cock disappear inside Naruto's mouth; my oldest friend and newest lover looking incredibly sexy and tempting with his lips spread wide around the base of my cock as I felt the tip of his tongue work the sensitive underside of my length currently buried down his throat.
Again, Naruto hummed low in his throat and I craned by head backwards as a result, my mouth open in a silent moan before I groaned in shameless, red-hot pleasure as I lost myself in the stimulating vibrations that made my cock throb even harder inside Naruto's mouth, practically begging the blonde, as I felt Naruto's lips squeeze me before raising back up.
Naruto's pace of sucking me off was meticulously slow, the suction he applied to the head was mind-shatteringly harsh as I arched my back every time while I groaned my pleasure to his ceiling and felt my every fiber positively weeping with crazed, dire need to experience sweet, blissful relief.
"Naruto," I called out breathlessly, as I leaned on one elbow and used my other hand to sift through unruly blonde spikes in my lap – the kitsune letting my cock slip from his lips as he looked up to me and my own half-lidded, inebriated gaze.
"Turn around and come this way," I instructed him in my dazed, 'bedroom' voice I did not know I possessed as I continued to peer at the scrumptious-looking blonde as he first stripped effortlessly out of his own orange pants before doing as he was told.
I unconsciously licked my pale, yearning lips as I watched every lithe curve of skillful muscle and sinew move this way and that as Naruto climbed back on top of me, turned around in his spot so that he was facing away from me, and then eased backwards…just how I wanted him – one perfectly-shaped and tanned thigh on either side of my head, giving me an almost sinful view of the kitsune's long, sexy body hovering over mine.
As soon as he was in reach, I lifted up a hand and tightly seized Naruto's equally straining cock at the base and brought the leaking, purpling head down to my lips; Naruto gasping and mewling sensuously as I did so; before I eased Naruto's cock into my waiting, moist mouth below.
My other hand gripped one of Naruto's thick, muscled thighs as I curled my tongue teasingly around the tip of his cock before slowly, carefully taking more and more inside my mouth and down my throat – Naruto's lovely mouth descending once more on my own cock at the same time.
Strong hands squeezed at my legs as Naruto bobbed his head up and down my length, letting my cock thrust in and out of his hot, perfect mouth that seemed to practically plead with me to orgasm down his throat as I let him move his own cock back and forth in between my own lips that I kept tightly closed around his length – the pair of us all breathy moans and sharp, airy gasps as we continued to please and be pleased by the other.
Despite noticeably trembling every time I felt Naruto moan around my cock from the pleasure I was giving him, I quickly let Naruto's slick, rigid member slip from my mouth so I could stick a few of my fingers into my mouth; thoroughly coating my long, pale digits with my own saliva before I used both hands to seize Naruto's too-tempting ass before me.
"Oh God…do it, Sasuke…please," Naruto begged deliciously as he also released my cock from his mouth, still keeping a tight grip around the base in his hand, and instead started to lazily tongue my sensitive testicles while he angled his ass up even more for me.
The sound of Naruto's breathless begging went straight to my groin and I immediately responded by plunging my tongue into his tight, puckered entrance; my hands on either side of his firm, round ass holding him still as the fox was already whimpering and writhing in ecstasy on top of me.
Hastily, wanting Naruto to be completely at my mercy so I could hear him beg some more, I swirled my tongue against Naruto's entrance; coating the tantalizing, pink flesh in a most mind-shattering of ways, before dipping my wet, warm muscle inside; making him arch his back while he squeezed my cock and moaned his pleasure.
Suddenly, I felt my cock being swallowed again in sweet, wonderful retaliation; making me moan against his ass as my hands faltered slightly before I pulled my tongue out of his entrance and shoved two of my fingers inside of him.
"Nng…mmn…"Naruto whimpered around my intrusive and achingly hard cock currently down his throat upon being breached; my fingers already moving in and out of him slowly to stretch and prepare the blonde while I simply could not help myself and proceeded to lightly bite at the delicious curves of his ass to make him squirm even more for me.
Abruptly, sort of catching me off-guard, Naruto released my cock from his lips again; his voice sensual and solid as he craned his head back towards me and said, "I can't take it anymore, Sasuke…I need you…right now…"
With that and nothing more said, Naruto crawled down my sprawled-out body; making my fingers slide out of him in the process; as I watched him straddle my waist with him still facing away from me – his toned, slender frame perched on top of mine giving me a very obliging view of his muscled back, narrow waist, and full, round ass as he got comfortable on top of me.
Words were one hundred per cent lost to me at this point as I could only watch and gape at how Naruto reached behind himself, promptly seizing my straining member in his hand, and then angled it towards his sopping wet, stretched entrance as he carefully raised his ass off my lap for leverage – everything I was seeing, feeling, and experiencing proving to be far too stimulating and entrancing for me to still have my wits about anything.
"I've wanted to do this with you…for so long…Sasuke," Naruto confessed to me, heartfelt as it was erotic as Naruto looked at me from over his shoulder before gently lowering his ass down and letting the thick, wide head of my cock push passed his tight right of muscle and slip inside his body.
My hands shot up to his hips for support upon feeling such staggering pressure suddenly engulf my solid, throbbing length; my fingers gripping him hard as I unconsciously spread my legs even further, thereby making more and more of my cock ease up into Naruto's mind-warping heat as I groaned my unbelievable pleasure in between clenched teeth.
Naruto's strong, weapon-calloused hands squeezed at the outsides of my thighs as he seated himself fully on my lap, his insides positively choking my weeping member almost painfully but amazingly so as the fox was breathing hard and letting himself adjust to my size before either one of us moved.
"Fuck…S-Sasuke…"Naruto growled out, a bit of pain lingering in his tense words, before I visibly noticed him relax against me and then angle his thighs out even wider on top of his messy bed with a quivering sigh of bordering ecstasy.
My mental capacity was about in the negatives from not being able to move, before, like a blissful wave of internal relief washing over me and ridding my very being of any possible dire feeling, Naruto arched his smooth, tanned back; moaning softly as he did so, as he began slowly bucking his hips against mine – the soul-enriching but mind-breaking act making my cock leisurely slide in and out of his impossibly tight entrance at such a pace where I thought I was going to lose my mind all over again.
"Mmh…Naruto…ugh…"I breathed out, halfway appreciatively, halfway in warning, as I used my hands on his trim waist to help him move and rotate those wonderful hips of his against mine in this painstaking but mindful manner – the kitsune all breathy gasps and sensual groans on top of me as I watched him toss his glorious blonde head back over and over as he arched his body and took more of me deeper inside of him as we continued to rock against each other.
Despite how non-negotiable it was that I was too sexually frustrated at this point, I could not help but lose myself completely in this pure, uncompromising moment where I only had to watch as Naruto sensuously pleasured himself with my cock buried inside of him – the maddeningly slow pace in which we were making love was almost candy-sweet in that it symbolized so much more than the two of us just seeking release.
We truly wished to be closer to the other; to prolong this moment of our being together because it was perfect, it was amazing, and it was right.
There was love in all its raw energy and power zinging through my veins and rivaling any of my other baser needs as I watched, in awe, as Naruto rode me; moaning my name in long, legato syllables like it was some life-saving mantra to him as we both genuinely treasured the other right now.
I never wanted it to end, in all honesty, but I could not help it when I quickly sat up from my lying position; my arms wrapping possessively around Naruto's middle as I placed my lips on the junction between Naruto's long neck and broad, muscled shoulder.
"Sasuke…"Naruto purred as he subtly turned his head to where I had my face pressed lightly to his soft, incredible skin; my lips parted and just barely touching his heated flesh; as I slid my hands down his stomach and out to his spread thighs; gripping them firmly but not harshly as I let my actions speak for me regarding how I wished to be in control now.
My hands on his thighs keeping his legs spread wide against my lap, I picked up our pace as I began thrusting brutally inside of Naruto's highly addictive entrance; the very texture inside of him that repeatedly massaged over my cock in all the right places only making me want to thrust even faster; seek out that same ideal stimulation even more.
"You feel so good, Naruto…" I whispered lowly against his flesh as I felt the tip of my cock strike his prostate over and over, with each, building thrust I made up into that supple, willing, and moaning body as Naruto, in turn, raised his arms and brought his hands back to grip at my sweat-matted, raven hair.
Slender fingers tugged lightly at my inky black and blue-tinted mane as Naruto kept his back arched in my lap, just letting me do whatever I wished with his body; manipulating it and moving it as I pleased in order to wring out as much pleasure I desired from pounding up into that sweet, moist entrance that was succeeding in making me forget practically every single thing that had ever occurred to me.
"S-Sasuke, don't stop…don't you dare stop….nnh…I…am so close…"Naruto informed me in between his loud, desperate moans to his ceiling as his sounds and noises had grown considerably shorter and more staccato in frequency as my pace had only quickened as I, too, was reaching my limit and could feel my pending orgasm taunt maddeningly low in my groin.
"Come with me…right now…Naruto…"I growled before I parted my lips wider against the his shoulder and bit down hard upon his slick, sweet flesh that seemed to melt in my mouth as I felt Naruto's insides squeeze around my cock as the blonde cried out and pulled at my hair even harder.
All at once, Naruto screamed my name, his eyes screwed shut tight as the back of his head was lying on top of my shoulder, as I watched his cock spurt stream after stream of creamy, white essence that splattered in jagged, curvy arcs all across his chiseled and stretched-out stomach as his toes curled cutely against the warm and rumpled bedsheets.
The sight was far too sexy for its own good, and I arched my own back as I suddenly felt my own orgasm positively rip though me at an uncontrollable and break-neck pace as my cock swelled drastically before I came long and hard inside of Naruto's quivering, sweltering inside, coating the wonderful texture there with my own warm, ivory essence as I moaned out Naruto's name with a gruff, unsteady voice as I clung to him.
Naruto and I, both slick with sweat and other bodily fluids, trembled softly in each other's arms as we tried to catch our breath – both of us content to just basking in the mindless euphoria of post-sex bliss and the extraordinary weightless feeling that ensued as neither one of us dared to move yet…almost as if this entire tranquil, loving moment would be ruined if we did.
I blinked slowly, barely registering the vicious-looking bite mark now adorning the back of Naruto's shoulder before I administered a little strength back into my arms still wrapped around the blonde so I could carefully pull us back down to the bed to rest properly.
I felt astonishingly boneless and lax as I held the fox close to me while I made myself comfortable amidst the sheets and pillows – every fiber of my being wholly relaxed, happy, and peaceful…something so rare to me, and I could not help but enjoy it fully.
"That was…wow…"Naruto said with a hoarse, whispered voice, his words delighting me and making me scoot upwards so I may rest my back against the headboard and have Naruto's head in my lap – a smile on my face while I shifted positions again and was now able to look over him.
As I peered down at Naruto's peaceful, blonde head resting comfortably on my naked thigh; blue eyes currently closed, making him look asleep already; I could not help but be totally humbled by the precious sight as I let my fingers gently glide through unruly blonde spikes that were even more directionally challenged now that they were a little damp and frazzled.
"There's something I've been…meaning to ask you about," I started out of nowhere, a thought having struck me so aggressively that I absolutely could not stop myself from voicing it aloud now that I felt that Naruto and I could speak about this matter in complete confidence, "Kakashi told me about…what happened to you…about undergoing tests and things, and I was just wondering what they said you…uh…"
I did not know how to finish my thought, too many possibilities staring me in the face that might upset the content and calm fox resting partially in my lap after we had just made bittersweet, fulfilling love.
"…what they diagnosed you with?" I mentally considered of adding onto the end of my now regrettable prying statements about my oldest friend, though it was out of true concern and curiosity that I had even brought it up, "…what they said was wrong with you? …I can't say that to him..."
"…what they said I have?" Naruto finished for me as he did not even bat an eye as we were finally talking about something detrimental yet important concerning the blonde and his mental health, "They told me I have borderline personality disorder, specifically with sensitivity to feelings of abandonment which makes me tend to see things in a 'black and white' perspective and have overall self-image issues. But…I think, um…the therapy has been helping…and so…"
Sensitivity to abandonment…self-image problems…?!
My face was that of sickening horror as I just stared out across the room, having listened to Naruto's explanation and was now trying to wrap my head around everything he had just told me – all of it making my stomach drop and my mouth go dry from utter shock and cruel disbelief.
"Oh my God, it really is my fault...Naruto..."I thought, feeling somewhat scared as terrible amounts of sharp-pointed guilt started to riddle through me, tearing me up and threatening me with deep, stinging panic.
He had abandonment issues…because I had left him!
I could have died right now and not cared one bit…
"Naruto, look at me," I ordered softly as I moved my hand from his hair down to the slope of his visible, whiskered cheek; gingerly angling his head up from my lap until Naruto sat up on his own to face me directly.
"I'm never leaving you again; I promise;" I confessed firmly, meaning every word as I held Naruto's slightly worried, ocean-blue gaze with my own solid, unwavering onyx one as I slowly brought a hand over to Naruto's and interlaced our fingers together, "…I'm so sorry…I'll do whatever you tell me to…anything…"
Naruto smiled at me as I brought his hand up to my lips and pressed a chaste, meaningful kiss to his fingers before the kitsune politely freed his fingers from my loose grasp so he may take my cheek in his warm, comforting palm and gently caress my pale skin as I gulped at his pleasant, carefree face.
"You're already doing it," Naruto answered back as he brushed the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone admiringly; his lovely, bright smile still in place, melting my heart as my soul melted in his hands.
Suddenly, both of us wrapped our arms around each other and squeezed the other man as tightly as we could without trying to inflict pain – our embrace desperate and significant in that we knew that we needed to have the other as close as possible…since we cared so much for each other that it practically brought us internal suffering.
"I love you, Naruto," I said with furrowed, worried eyebrows as I kept my face buried in Naruto's shoulder as he did the same to mine; his fingers squeezing at my back while my arms around his shoulders were relentless in their strength to keep him pressed up against me.
"I love you…I always have, Sasuke," Naruto answered, his voice as light as a feather as his precious words danced across my flesh and sang in my ears like a heavenly melody only the saved should hear, as he subtly moved his small, tanned face against my shoulder and noticeably breathed in my scent.
Again, I felt like I could have died…but this time, it was from the substantial amounts of indescribable relief I felt as I held Naruto close to my body and was rewarded with having him do exactly the same to me with cherished words of love hovering delicately above us.
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I had waited until Naruto had fallen asleep before I had carefully detached myself from the kitsune, minding moving around his limbs too much as to not wake him, before I sought out my scattered articles of clothing from his hardwood flooring and then readied myself to take my leave.
I had cast my snoozing, blonde knucklehead one last, lingering look as he lay on his side on his bed with the semi-twisted and disheveled sheets only coming up to his waist, before silently slipping out of his apartment – a small smile gracing my lips as I did so.
In no time, I was back at Kakashi's apartment; my curfew still having some time left, but I knew I would need the extra sleep due to the mission starting early tomorrow; and I breathed out a huge sigh of reprieve as I closed the front door behind me.
The apartment was surprisingly dark, which puzzled me at first as I stepped further into the apartment and had just originally expected Kakashi to be making dinner at this time, until I spotted a small, clean sheet of white paper with writing on it that lay on top of the snack-bar to my left.
I quickly switched on the intense kitchen light which almost illuminated the entire expanse of the corridor and living room behind me, before picking up the note and reading the contents aloud:
S,
Got called on an urgent mission; should be back in a few days. Dinner's in the oven, try not to burn down the house, and good luck on your mission tomorrow.
K
P.S: Lady Tsunade thought it would be okay to return something of yours back to you now. You'll find it on my bed.
I blinked at the note before setting it down where it had been on the snack-bar before completely forgetting the bit about my meal as I dashed to my caretaker's unlit room and quickly approached the large, green-covered bed that I already reasoned with myself that I would definitely sleep on tonight.
Lying on top of the thick, shuriken-designed comforter; in a long, slender stretch of perfect midnight black; was…my sword.
My Kusanagi Sword that I had gotten during my tutelage under Orochimaru, with its flawless black lacquer scabbard glinting solemnly and deadly in the pale, fading sunlight that was still streaming in through the closed blinds, that housed my long, impossibly sharp blade that, when used with Chidori Nagashi, was unlike any other typical ninja technique where nothing could get in my way and avoid being slashed into oblivion… practically just like another limb for me to utilize in battle and manipulate my lightning chakra - my beloved, treasured 'grass cutter.'
I reached forward with both hands and carefully picked up my long-since forgotten sword, instantly feeling even more satisfied and complete as a person and fully-trained ninja than I had the moment before, as I now felt its familiar, comforting weight in my palms.
"Thanks, Tsunade…everyone," I mused aloud to no one in particular as I took a deep breath, letting my sword remain in only one hand now and down by my side, as I felt even more determined to initiate being a participating, helpful addition to the Leaf Ninja as per tomorrow's mission.
There was no way I would fail, no matter what the task, and no matter who it was that I was to work with – I felt ready for anything, now that I had my custom-made Kusanagi back in my hands and Naruto's taste still lingering on my tongue.
I had never felt happier with my life than this very moment of being all alone in Kakashi's quiet, boring apartment, holding my practically vital weapon; the likes of which signified of how the Fifth Hokage was placing even more trust and steadfast faith in me; and still being able to reflect on how Naruto and I had made fortifying, soul-cleansing love only some hours ago.
I was so overwhelmed with happiness; I genuinely felt like I had everything and could not possibly ask for more.
Just then, as if on some comical, overseeing cue, my stomach rumbled loudly and even made me wince a bit with how strong it was.
As ready as I had felt to march bravely into some horrible, hellish battle for the everlasting sake and glory of Konoha…I was even more ready to finally eat something tonight…and then I would be in a position where I could not ask for more.
It's settled, then.
My mind made up about the chronological order in which I was to do things, I continued holding onto Kusanagi as I swiftly turned on my heel, promptly exited the darkened bedroom, and headed off towards the kitchen to retrieve my meal that was allegedly waiting for me in the stove.
As I walked proudly down the corridor, the thought occurred to me that it did not even matter what food Kakashi had already made for me to eat; there was nothing that could take away this overall sense of cheerfulness that was as rare as it was beautiful and staggering to me; making me feel untouchable, worthy, and finally pleased with the things that were happening to me.
It was ironic in a sense that an instrument of death would the thing to bring out so much delight and mental relief with me, but I knew that it was much more than just the sword itself that was currently putting my mind at ease and succeeding in soothing my soul.
It was how I could finally be trusted inside this village again, how Naruto would be waiting for me to return after my missions, and how I was going to be contributing to a better purpose now and for the rest of my life…that made me feel so undeniably salvaged; just like the warm, smooth blade in my hands.
I had never felt happier…and I already could not wait until I saw Naruto's handsome, smiling face again.
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Author's Note: Hmm. Now I just need to think of what Sasuke's mission is going to be… Crap. XD Thanks for reading and such, yeah? Reviews are epic love!!
