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Generic Title: Catch-22 (a)

Title: To Watch

Set: Uchiha Sasuke

Pair: SasuNaruSasu, action complementary. (IT'S FINALLY HERE!)

Author: darkenedmoonlightflame

Summary: 12th theme: Addicted to Your Touch. (His hands, palms flattened now, press insistently against his companion.)

Rating: M (or high T+), for citrus-essence (tangerine class), theme, sexual implications, et cetera.

Word Count: 526.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Naruto or the 1000 Themes, and do not claim to. However, everything else, AKA: the writing, (some if not all of) the (theme-guided) plot, any poetic interpretation, et cetera, IS MINE.

(A/N: (grins)

(A Question: So how is it?

(Note: (laughs) I'm sure this'll get a few 'WHAT-THE-HELL?' looks. Ask away.

(So, presenting, Catch-22, Part Twelve.)

Catch-22 (a)

April 6th, 2007

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Twelve, Addicted to Your Touch—To Watch—

Eyes half-lidded, Naruto is in rapture. Calmly, neatly, Sasuke slips closer, hands gently trailing everywhere, making it a point to be careful. His touches ghost across the heated torso of the blond, fingertips playing with the hem of the other's silken boxers, the bold black seal on his stomach. The supple, tanned skin's feel is quite charming to him. He smiles a little, leaning over to brush their lips together.

"S-Sa…suke…teme…! I-It's…!"

"Yeah? It's?" The Uzumaki doesn't respond, instead closing his eyes completely and arching into the ministrations of his dark-haired teammate. For a while, Sasuke is merely content to watch the expressions that dance across the whiskered cheeks. His hands, palms flattened now, press insistently against his companion. Naruto's heart beats quickly, and Sasuke listens reverently.

Naruto is beautiful, after all, and it wouldn't be right to ignore him. Not at all.

Together, the neglect melts away. Together, dark ambitions are purged from their veins. Together, the day's events disappear. Together, they remain. Sasuke is reduced to anything-but-mechanical movements, smooth and utterly uncalculated as he admires the blond. Naruto—Naruto, of all people—is brought into a state of powerlessness. And it's all at his very own hands. Omnipotence swells within him, en route to satisfaction, and for a second, his touch falters, trembles. But then he recovers, and soon they're both back to Passion once again.

When they're finished, he usually tries—inconspicuously—to forget.

It's uncharacteristic of him to brush off such an important bond, Sasuke knows. But despite the small 'twang!' of guilty love striking close to home, he doesn't really feel too badly about doing this to and with his one-and-only friend.

The want is mutual, anyway.

His breath hitches, and he sees. He sees. The beauty is everywhere: in Naruto's body, illuminated by candlelight as he pulls on his shirt; in the hastily arranged two-pair of shoes that lounge side-by-side at the door; in the fading twilight that strikes the village motionless. He swallows. Hard.

"Yeah. It's." Sasuke whispers eventually, recovering in an almost breathless fashion, finding himself momentarily missing the inspirational shade of lusty blue that awaits him whenever they meet. Of course, this is only once the afterglow has dissipated, and only when he is truly and thoroughly alone. Then he sits back to antagonize, and to mull it all over. Memories return to him, rushing back, and soon his head is cradled despondently in his hands.

His eyes close, and once again, he's back on what he thinks is a one-way trip to Denial. It would be nice to say that they're in purely in love, that they're public, and that they'll always be together. That because they mean the world to each other—even if it's kept hush-hush and they lie to one another about it—everything will be okay… But the truth is ugly. It's been six years, and they still haven't told anyone.

In its own little way, it's sad, really.

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Sometimes, before gathering his clothes and leaving stormily, Naruto asks him a question. It's always the same one. "Do you care at all?" Sasuke thinks it's pointless.

Naruto already knows the answer.

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Note:

1: Okay, so it's not a lemon. But a tangerine is not half-bad—it's much less than a lime, but definitely some measure of raunchiness here. Some day, some day I'll give us all a nice, unedited, hot serving of SasuNaru or ItaNaru. (sighs) Some day. Actual boyXboy sex just didn't fit well in here, so I deleted it out and toned the action down quite a bit. (I had fun writing it up, though.) (smirks)

2: En route is of French origin, meaning 'on or along the way'. (Or so says my uncooperative dictionary.)