A/N: Hello Everyone. Thank you so much for reading this story thus far. It's been a wild ride, but it's been cathartic for me to write, so hopefully you've been able to take something away from this too. As always, angst, and dubious consent. Enjoy.
(What) Should Have Been (Mine)
It was only when Naruto had Sasuke buried deep in him, thighs and hips slapping against the back of Naruto's own spread apart legs, cock slamming into him with every thrust, bringing him closer to yet another climax, that Naruto would really start saying what he wanted to.
Why? Because if they had gotten to the point of actually fucking, it meant that Naruto had given up all pretenses; if he hadn't sent Sasuke flying out the window by now, then he wasn't planning on it for the rest of the night.
Wasn't planning on it on most nights, actually. They both knew this.
Still, Naruto had kicked him out twice, and Sasuke was well aware that he was dealing with the number one most unpredictable ninja in Konoha, so he was a cautious of a third expulsion; but at the same time, usually figured that it wouldn't be the case.
Why? Because the first time Naruto kicked him out was after Sasuke had tried to get him off with two fingers working against his prostate as he bent him over the same sink, in the same washroom, where Hinata had just been throwing up, sick from his child. And the second time had been just a few months after, when it was Sakura's turn to vomit; as Naruto received a call from Karin stating that he should make a note on the Uchiha registry. It had been just after Sasuke had showed up in his office, pulled Naruto's pants down around his knees, and began sucking down his cock.
On both nights, Naruto had kicked him out, run out as far West as he could manage before collapsing onto the floor and crying until he hiccupped with a mouth that felt like sandpaper, and Kurama's voice begged him to stop digging his nails into the skin of his own arms.
The worst thing was that Naruto knew that this whole thing was completely fucking disgusting; every time they did this – not just on those nights where they had knocked up their wives.
He should be trying to escape from Sasuke.. Or trying to get him to go home to his fucking wife and daughter so he could smile and eat Sakura's fucking food and make Sarada laugh or whatever the fuck people did in nice families.
Or at the very least, he should be trying to kill the miserable man before him like he'd promised him he would.
He knew this, and yet he hadn't found it in him to protest when Sasuke came after the news of Himawari's conception. Naruto had allowed him all the way into his body that night, allowed himself to be held down, spread open, and fucked until his orgasms were dry, and tears from his hot pleasure stained the sheets upon which he and Hinata had made their latest child.
Just like… he hadn't found it in him to protest today.
Sasuke bit down hard at the juncture of Naruto's neck and shoulder and slowed his thrusts; worrying the skin between his teeth until it broke, blood gushing into his mouth, and down Naruto's arms; dotting the sheets.
The mark was sure to bloom red and obvious on his skin until tomorrow night, even with Naruto's quick healing, but it didn't matter. He slept on the couch at home anyways, - had been for the past several years - and those times were only on the off-chance that he managed to make it home at all, instead of just crashing on the couch in his office.
Across his shoulder blades, his sides, behind his neck, Sasuke marked him harder and harder; licking his lips after each time and tasting the metallic tang of his blood. And after he was finally satisfied with the mosaic of red marks he had left, Sasuke sped up his thrusts once again, but shallowly; fast and light, just skimming his prostate to torture. Naruto groaned in annoyance and tried to push back, but whenever he did, Sasuke pulled back too, and Naruto's erection waned.
He growled in frustration, but Sasuke didn't change his movements at all.
Afterall, Sasuke was hoping that if he provoked Naruto enough, he would finally start saying what he wanted to say to him.
Sasuke knew that if there was any time that Naruto was going to let him have it, it would be now. And not in the sweet way in which he sometimes spokelied about ridiculous things like monuments; but in the way that he deservedneeded; like how Sasuke raked Naruto across the coals because he understood that Naruto neededdeserved it too.
He was ready for the blond to chew him out; was eager to be devoured and ruined and spit back out by the only one who ever could make him feel anything at all.
Truthfully, at this point, Sasuke was so fucked-up that he couldn't cum if he wasn't looking into brightly defiant blue eyes, pressing his lips against the teasing-fucking-grin that Naruto wore when he said just the thing to rile him up, not knowing if Naruto would kiss him back or bite his lips off; both possibilities exciting him equally.
And so when Naruto finally turned back to face him with the exact fucking eyes that Sasuke dreamt of at night, he felt his cock jump, still thrusting shallowly in Naruto's hot body; and when he grinned that grin, Sasuke's heart rate rocketed.
"Hey, instead of what ever the heck you think you're doing back there, why don't you just come home and fuck your goddamn wife, Sasuke-kun?" Naruto taunted, "Sakura wouldbe dripping wet as soon as she saw your pathetic shadow darken her doorstep, so you could fuck her just as half-assed as you are now, and she'd cum buckets... Man, if you're going to be such a huge bitch, coming in here and breaking my hotel room door, giving me shit; then at least try and finish up properly... You're always saying how you're the only one who can give me this," he punctuated the word with a roll of his hips, trying to pull Sasuke's cock in deeper as if to show him how to do it, "But maybe Gaara or even Sai would too;… and I know just how much you especially love the way your 'lookalike' can't pry his eyes off of me whenever I pass him by in the village that you left because you're such a fucking coward who couldn't stand for shit when push came to shove… You'd rather run away into the forest for years like a kicked dog with its tail between its legs, rather than reveal the truth that Itachi was coerced, the Third Hokage fucked everyone over, and I'm the only one you could ever want… How does it make you feel to know you needed Sakura to give you enhancement pills just to fuck her enough to make one child - who you avoid like the plague. Classy. Ahh, did you know? A few years ago, Sarada asked Sakura if you wore glasses, and she fucking said maybe?"
"Shut up," Sasuke said in his iciest voice, but he had a twisted, dark sense of satisfaction. He pulled out and flipped Naruto onto his back, staring into his eyes as he re-penetrated him, and started to fuck him in earnest.
Or so he thought; Naruto just cocked an eyebrow.
"It's okay, I understand that it's difficult to do this right. You're still going so slow… Urgh; maybe it's time to upgrade you for a younger model; you know Konohamaru has always held a torch for me too… Or maybe I should be like Sakura to encourage your delicate feelings; I'm sure she's a breeze to satisfy – she is when I fuck her too, of course, but I'm sure she's even more pathetic with you... Oh Sasuke-kun! Fill me up with your cum! Pump me full of more babies that you won't give a shit about! Ah, your daughter dresses like such a huge fucking slut because she's so starved for male attention, but that's fine! I love you so much! I'm so devoted to you that I can cum from just the thought of your cock, without a single touch to my clitoris or G-spot! In fact, that's how I've been cumming for years, since you never come home, even though we live in peace and shadow clones exist! Hnn! Fuck me with your huge, dripping, sexy, Uchiha cock in my Uchiha pussy! Ahh; I don't know how it makes sense for me to wear an emblem of a fan flaming fire when I can use neither fire nor air jutsu, but I do it for you because I love you! You're so sexy! I love you! You're so hot, you make me so wet! This is what real love is! Hn! Love you so much! Ah-ah-ah! Sasuke-kun!'"
Sasuke shifted forward and felt his heart pound in his ears, "What new gross shit are you trying to say? Making the world's worst porn? Shut up already."
Obviously, Sasuke wasn't fucking him quite hard enough; that tirade was definitely more coherent and longer than usual. Though in hindsight, Sasuke himself was probably a bit more caustic than usual today too; so it made sense for Naruto to want to really cut back into him. However, Sasuke had his reasons. Compelling reasons.
So he raised Naruto's hips up, and spread his legs further apart, placing one over his shoulder and then pinning the other into the mattress. He ignored Naruto's yelp of protest when he realized that this position gave him no leverage because that was good, as far as Sasuke was concerned. Maybe it would give him something to think about other than his latest Sakura-impressions or whatever…
It really didn't bother him that much to hear him mention her, in and of itself, although Naruto seemed to think it should. Sakura should have known what she was getting herself into with him because there was no manipulation on his part – he had been honest with her. And she'd wanted him badly enough that she had consented to propagating on the Uchiha clan lineage, even though he had made it clear that that was all he wanted from her.
Still Naruto's voice doing an impression of her was so fucking high and grating that he'd lose his damn erection if he had to hear it any longer. It brought back memories of how impossible it was to fuck Sakura to conceive Sarada in the first place.
Sasuke re-doubled his efforts, ramming hard into Naruto's prostate on every thrust and increasing his speed. Soon the mattress beneath them started to shake with the effort of supporting them. Naruto's hands began clawing at the sheets, pulling them clean off the edges of the bed, and he bit his lower lip until it dripped blood, definitely no longer able to keep up his earlier tirade. His cock leaked a steady stream of semen, and since his entire front was already so drenched in cum from his previous orgasms, some of it started to trickle down the sides of his body, staining the sheets beneath them in sticky streams. Naruto's eyes were brighter than usual, glistening with tears of pleasure; boring into Sasuke's own.
He was the single most beautiful person Sasuke had ever seen; and whatever fucked-to-all-hell person he was, he was Sasuke's, just as Sasuke was his too. Alive and thrumming with energy, their chakra mingling together in the air, the smell of their sweat seeping into the other's pores - Sasuke bent over and gripped at Naruto's cock, but he was cumming before Sasuke had even completed a single stroke. And as he tightened around him, Sasuke came too; biting down hard against Naruto's collarbone, vision blurring from the force of his orgasm rushing through him.
A/N: And so it goes. One more chapter left until this part of the story is over. Depending on feedback and my own thoughts, I will probably write something like an epilogue or part two because these poor characters have literally suffered so much, and are stuck in such a self-destructive rut that I can't just let them continue as such... :'(
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