Ohayo Folks!
Hey guys, as mentioned in my other story, this semester of grad school has been kicking my ass and although I've said similar excuses in the past, I still am very sorry. After finishing many papers and presentations, one would think I would jump right into writing, but that wasn't the case, and instead I was left with no motivation. To help with that, I started reading tons of yaoi and marathoning through Youtube like I was some homeless otaku until I got my mojo back. So, here I am with another chapter!
Okay, so this chapter does have a lot of scene changes in the middle which isn't my normal writing style (particularly with the back and forth) but I thought in this case it was necessary so I hope you're not too displeased with this set up. As well, there is a section of this chapter that after rereading it, I realized it sounds exactly like Twilight in the sense that I describe Naruto the way Bella reverently describes Edward =/ So I apologize in advance for that. I didn't change or take it out because in the end, that's the way that character feels about Naruto…plus Naruto is hot =P. WARNING: Finally, there are 2 sex scenes but only 1 was delved into because I didn't know nor feel like appropriating the exact responses from the other scene so I let it remain a mystery. So this isn't my fav chapter but it was a necessary one imo so please enjoy!
Moving on, here's the newest pic: http(colon)(double slash) .com(slash)art(slash)narusasu(dash)kiriban(dash)kiss(dash)177538030.
Anyway, please enjoy the story and if you enjoy this, perhaps you'll enjoy my other story Always a Sin. Thanks so much for reading, and please review!
Eggs and Bacon,
CrimsonNi
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Chapter Eight:
The sound of a terrifying banging echoed throughout his apartment home, waking him up in a startling fashion. He looked at his alarm clock stationed on his night table and read that it was 3 in the morning; shuffling to find some sweats to put on, he hurried to the door as the banging intensified, worrying him that he was either going to be killed by some erratic murderer or something else was wrong. Peeping through the little peep hole, he recognized a familiar silhouette—the hair was a dead giveaway.
"Sasuke? What's the matter?"
"I've thought about it…the questions."
Having to collect his thoughts, the counselor had to remember what it was Sasuke was talking about, but thankfully—for his sake—it didn't take him long to remember their conversation. "Of…course, but I thought we were to discuss this during our next session?"
"I can't!" Sasuke snarled angrily. He rudely pushed his way inside of the apartment, alarming the counselor and having him wonder if Sasuke were having an episode of some sort. Upon taking a closer look at Sasuke's appearance, he noticed the disheveled hair and sweaty exterior.
"Sasuke, are you alright?" he quietly asked.
"No! No, I'm not alright! You asked me those questions and now I know. I know. I went home…," he paused and looked at the counselor with a desperate expression, one that he had never shown before. He tried moving his mouth to say more, but no other words could form.
"Okay, deep breaths; so you went home, what were you doing before you went home?"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes and violently bit into his bottom lip causing a tear and blood to pool. The counselor remained silent, wanting to wait for Sasuke to form his thoughts. "I was…talking with the dobe."
"With Mr. Uzumaki?" He asked quietly. Sasuke almost flinched at the name but gave a nod at the question. "How did that conversation go?"
After taking several deep breaths, Sasuke looked to the counselor and mumbled, "We argued yesterday after our session but talked it over today. It was normal, like usual. But I thought about the questions…"
"And?"
"I went home. I thought about the questions…and him. I—I did something bad."
"What happened, Sasuke?"
"I imagined…I fell asleep…he was there," Sasuke kept grumbling under his breath, barely making any sense for the counselor. However, the manner in which Sasuke kept fisting and unfisting his hands had the counselor realize where Sasuke was heading with his sparring words.
"Did you experience a dream about Naruto?" He whispered. He wanted to tread carefully without alarming Sasuke or causing an outburst. Sasuke shut his eyes tightly, almost as if in shame from having the realizations said out loud. "Why is that bad, Sasuke?"
As if snapping back to reality, Sasuke sharply turned his head towards the counselor with fire glazing his eyes. "Because he's my friend! And worst of all, he's a guy; I told you, I'm not a homo!"
"If you're certain that is the case, then couldn't the dream mean something else?"
"Like what?!"
"I can't answer that for you, Sasuke; I don't know your conscience as well as you do. I should ask, however, what do you think it is you are missing right now? If you could ask out loud, what are some needs you have that you wish could be fulfilled?"
There was no immediate answer from Sasuke, but his far away stare gave the counselor the impression that he was at least taking the conversation seriously. Suddenly, Sasuke stood up from the couch the two were seated on and gave a nod towards the counselor. "Thank you, sorry for the late hour. I'll see myself out."
Without another word, Sasuke exited the apartment leaving the counselor baffled at the events that just transpired. Sasuke sped through the village, hopping from rooftop to rooftop to get where he needed to go. His mind was in a clutter but he felt determined that this was the answer, this is what he needed to do to solve his problems. The counselor was right, there was a message within those dreams that now made all of this obvious; now seeing the familiar apartment, Sasuke felt his determination harden. He landed quietly in front of the door, taking some deep breaths before fisting his hand and banging it against the door.
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Naruto, who was still wide awake after making it back home from his conversation with Sasuke, was scribbling away on some scrolls before an incessant knock disturbed him. He knew he shouldn't have been awake so late but he was behind on some things that needed to be done so losing some sleep was just a price he had to pay. As the knocks grew a little impatient, Naruto quickly arose from the bed and made his way towards the door trying to get a feel for who was on the other side (shinobi were naturally skeptical people—one could never be too careful). Feeling the familiar presence, Naruto opened the door with a smile on his face.
"Hey!"
"Am I interrupting?"
Naruto rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed his wrist to pull him in. "You're supposed to interrupt, Miro, that's how this works."
Miro laughed and jokingly shoved Naruto until he was pushed against the couch. "Then I'm about to be a huge distraction…"
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"Who the hell is knocking—Oh! It's you, Sasuke! What's wrong?"
Sakura's hair was disheveled obviously from just having woken up; her eyes were a tad puffy from her rubbing them and her sleepwear was some mismatched joke that was all bypassed as Sasuke impeded on her personal space, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and kissed her violently on the lips. Surprised couldn't even begin to describe Sakura's reaction. Her mind was a blank. Even if this was a scenario she could only dream of, this didn't mean she knew to react instantly or instinctively. Her lack of response finally had Sasuke pulling back to look at her bewildered eyes.
"Sakura…"
"Yes, Sasuke?" she squeaked.
"Are you going to allow me inside to fuck you?" (Didn't think he was going to say 'make love,' did ya?)
"A-Are you drunk? Or have another fight with Naruto? This isn't some joke, is it?"
"Answer now, Sakura, because I'll only ask once and I'll only offer it once."
A part of Sakura knew that this wasn't normal, that something was up, because despite her insane desire for Sasuke, she always knew that they were never going to cross this line. Yet, here Sasuke stood—OUT OF HIS OWN WILL—offering Sakura the one thing she's always wanted from him. No, not just sex, but the undivided sole attention that only people like Naruto or Itachi were lucky to receive. Despite all of that, Sakura's wanton side was larger, more heard, and she couldn't resist grabbing Sasuke by the hand and leading them back up to her room. Whatever the consequences, she'd deal with them after her moment.
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Post-coital kissing was one of Naruto's favorite things to engage in. The two were laying on the couch, Miro straddling on top with his legs on each side of Naruto's waist and Naruto lying flat on his back with his long legs dangling from the ends. The two were saturated in sweat with their hair sticking to their foreheads and torsos covered in semen. This wasn't a vicious rut like last time, but it was pretty rough even with Miro taking the lead; he spat demands from Naruto as if he owned him and was in desperate need to possess him. Now all of their energy was just spent kissing in the messiest fashion they knew how. They cared very little for the saliva that spilled out from the corner of their mouths or for the loud noises they made in the process. Naruto had both of his arms folded under his head allowing Miro to caress his skin, mark it with scratches and pinches that forced moans of pleasure to escape from Naruto's mouth. Miro was hungry, nipping at Naruto's lips and stabbing his tongue deep within Naruto's mouth just to taste even a little of that unique flavor that caused spell-binding shivers down Miro's spine.
Time was of no concern to either party, but Miro did notice that it wasn't much later that he felt a second wind coming to him. He could feel that Naruto was semi-hard so it was just a question of what to do next to get the action going. Abruptly, Miro pulled back from Naruto, leaving him baffled and disappointed. "…Miro? What the hell?" Naruto asked in a raspy tone. That voice was almost enough to have Miro cum right there even without provocation.
He leaned in once again until his lips were right above Naruto's. "Can I try something I've always wanted to do?" He whispered.
"Hmm? And what's that?" Loving the teasing proximity, Naruto wanted to tease himself and latched his lips onto Miro's chin, trailing downward and upward, only to repeat the pattern.
Miro shuddered at the intense heat the slithered back and forth from his chin to his jaw. "I-I would like to-to taste you."
Naruto smirked against Miro's skin. "I'm very sure you've tasted me before, Miro. Numerous of times if I'm correct."
"N-No, I didn't mean there…I meant lower. I want to taste you there."
Instead of tensing at the request as Miro expected, Naruto hummed in thought, still kissing Miro's jawline as if no conversation were being held. For a second, Miro assumed Naruto was ignoring his offer until he was suddenly pushed back to the end of the couch. Miro was the one who tensed upon seeing Naruto push himself upward, almost in a seated position, and spread his legs wide open. The whole display almost had Miro hyperventilating! Naruto still wasn't completely erect but the coloring of his cock was forever mesmerizing for Miro. Then there were his legs; they were two muscled masses, toned and sculpted through years of training but not exaggerated with overtone. They connected beautifully to the two pieces of flesh that many have gossiped of admiring and curved tightly over Naruto's bones and muscles. The sole focus however, had to have been the puckering hole that continuously winked as if calling for Miro's name.
"Well then, have at it," Naruto dared. As if to tease Miro even more, Naruto spread his legs wider, showing off his natural flexibility.
Of course Miro was hesitant even if he was the one to admit that this is what he wanted but looking into Naruto's amusement filled eyes was plenty of encouragement. He leaned down until his face was directly in front of Naruto's entrance and breathed in until all of his senses were clouded with Naruto. If there's a question as to why he felt so nervous, especially considering that this was something that he had done multiple times in his life, it was just that Naruto was a different league compared to the others. He was more desirable. More delicious. Miro immediately knew that there would be no competition once he placed his tongue under the entrance to give a long lick upwards. Naruto hummed in approval, quietly egging Miro to proceed. It was all game from there; Miro licked and sucked and nibbled and stabbed his tongue into Naruto's entrance with the skills he's honed throughout his short career. It felt exquisite for Naruto and he either hummed or moaned throughout the whole process, gripping the ends of the couch in lust. By this point, his dick was hard and leaking, ready for any attention it could receive, but it was neglected for the lovely teasing given at the end. Miro was enthralled, so into what he was doing, he didn't notice Naruto's heavy panting or his quiet grunts, although, he did feel Naruto's hand skim across his scalp and push his head deeper into the puckering cavern.
"Harder, Miro, more." He heard Naruto say above him.
He gave it as commanded and roughly shoved his tongue as far as it could go and sucked as harshly as he could without breaking the skin. Louder moans broke out from Naruto eliciting some moans from Miro as well. Noticing that Naruto's entrance was slathered in saliva, Miro was convinced he could take this a step further and easily plunge three fingers in while he quickly latched his mouth onto Naruto's cock.
"Oh FUCK!" Naruto shouted.
Miro was proud for causing such a sound and plunged his fingers deeply while he sucked just as firmly. He wasn't sure how he did it, but he somehow hit Naruto's spot, causing the blonde to curse and pant loudly. It was too much for Miro to absorb silently. Daring to take this even further, Miro arose from his spot and hovered over Naruto with his clear intentions. Naruto was too busy panting with his eyes tightly closed to noticed Miro's change in positions but he eventually caught on to the lack of sucking going on. Opening his eyes, he saw a flushed Miro over him stroking his own cock with desperation.
"Can I?" Miro asked—more like pleaded.
"Can you what?" Naruto skeptically asked.
"Can I—Can I enter you?"
Immediately, everything halted. It was as if time had frozen between the two, leaving just blank stares to be shared. The awkward silence caught on and had the two putting space between them. "Miro, I can't—I'm not ready for that."
"Ready…? But you just had three fingers inside of you without any complaint."
"Fingers are different. I've played with myself with fingers before but not…that's different.
"If you're worried about pain, I promise I'll take it slow. I've done this before, Naruto, I—"
"It has nothing to do with pain, I just—I'm not ready for that. That's not for me yet."
"What? Not for you? Is this just a macho thing, you just can't stand to be the girl?"
"Did I say that?! Don't put words in my mouth, Miro—"
"You know what, it's okay, I get it, it's fine."
"Miro, what the fuck is the problem? Why are we suddenly fighting like this was always an issue?"
Miro froze again, as if in shock, and stared at Naruto with wide eyes. He softly cussed under his breath and harshly raked his hand through his hair with a hard puff of air exiting his lungs. Suddenly looking chagrined, Miro slowly moved towards Naruto until he was sitting close to him on the couch.
"I'm sorry. Things have just been…crazy with the clients. I just…got carried away is all. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again," he said sadly.
Naruto placed his hand onto Miro's lap and drew circles with his thumb on the knee cap. "It's alright, you don't need to apologize. I keep forgetting that I'm not the only one who's tired with work and other shit. I should have realized that you're probably more stressed than I am at times."
Miro shook his head. "No, I should have left my problems at the door; you did help me forget and relax but…"
"How about you hop in the shower and sleep over? Catch up on some sleep I'm sure you've missed."
"You're not going to join me?" Miro asked with a pout.
With a small smile, Naruto shook his head. "While you're showering, I'll just finish up some drafts I was working on. I'll shower later and then we can both sleep in."
Miro wanted to argue but saw that Naruto was already moving to put on his boxers. With a sad sigh, he headed towards the bathroom, quietly shut the door, and slid down until he was seated on the floor. Resting his head upon his arms, he quietly whispered into the air, Forgive me, for I have failed…
