19: Sasuke
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It's almost impossibly difficult, keeping control when his eyes are squeezed shut, hot red lips sucking: those scarred, rough hands sending shivers from where they grip and massage my hips. I hear a throaty, pent moan and realize it must be me; his lips are sealed incredibly tight around my pulsing cock. My hands tug at his golden, wild hair. His tongue presses my tip and I swear he's going to rip me apart from the inside out.
How can he have so subtly, yet abrasively broken through all my shields? All my defenses?
Those huge blue portals open wide; jewel eyes, so deep, staring at me with that thing I can't physically stand, that which I so naturally reject and to which I find I'm utterly helpless.
I've never been so cornered before.
I'm panting, taking in oxygen for dear life but this tactic only lengthens my delicious torture; makes it so I can't release as quickly. Those laser beams cut right into my soul. His hands run up and down the backs of my thighs, squeezing my ass, and that's the last straw.
"No," I breathe.
Too late.
Locked in his gaze, I come harder than I ever have. White-hot pleasure devours me entirely; I hate that I am so consumed by it. I hate that its his name that escapes my lips, caressed so lovingly.
I'm panting, bathed in the heat of post-orgasmic afterglow. The control that I relish so much is ripped cleanly from my hands and placed deliberately in his.
Am I comfortable with that?
I….
Don't know.
It is this unknown that frightens me. Now I'm just some scared child. He wipes my fluids from the corner of his mouth. He swallowed.
He grins lustfully at me, and I feel more unfamiliar warmth run into my veins.
Fuck.
His grin has disappeared.
This war has raged onto my face.
All these slip-ups!
I'm shaken.
I hate it.
"Hey," He stands, gloriously naked, before me. Those hands brush my sticky hair from my face, and he nuzzles my cheek and kisses my lips sweetly.
This makes the warmth spread pathogenically, mutating into some unstoppable force that in an instant has me by the balls. Hypothetically, of course.
"What's wrong, Sasuke?" He breathes my name in that low, raspy tenor. I stare the answer into his eyes; see if he can read my mind.
Shit; it looks as if he can.
He, so saccharine slow, brushes his lips maddeningly on mine; not stopping nor moving forward.
It's my game now. My choice.
I…
I loathe indecision. And now, now I'm overwhelmed by it. Do I take him, and be ensnared by his charm forever? Or do I run now, while I still can? Or can I?
My nostrils flare with my paralysis. Naruto looks in my eyes. His are so deep.
But then, the decision is no longer in my hands.
He stops his ministrations, his brushing, and lets go of me. He steps back. His eyes glow.
I am entirely disconsolate. The removal of his warmth is too much to bear; I'm able to see that now. This is…my weakness. I can accept that, can't I?
I'm too selfish not to. I want him; so I'll have him. That's how this works. That's how this has always worked.
I catch his waist, avoiding his gaze, and crush his lips to mine. I will devour him whole.
So that he doesn't get me first.
Is that my logic?
Fuck.
He runs searing hands up my chest, and I shiver as his fingertips brush my scarred flesh. My infinite scars. He cools the fire of their presence; he makes them okay, neutral, no longer burning their secret.
He makes me okay. I shiver into his warmth, the ruggedness of his calloused flesh against my disfigurement. He moans headily into my mouth, and I press him close.
He's just so steady.
My utter opposite.
He melts into my embrace, understanding at least that I need him in this, but he doesn't let me kiss him more. Instead, he presses our foreheads together.
Those jeweled eyes hold mine evenly.
"You've got some serious issues, Sasuke."
I get the strangest desire to laugh.
"I thought you were aware of that."
I'm rewarded with a sharp grin, "True that."
I sigh.
"Why are you fighting this so hard, Sasuke?"
His voice is low, and achingly soft.
It twists the knife deeper in me. Because of this pain. Because I know this pain is just the beginning- the tip of the iceberg. Because I can't see a future for myself; much less one with him.
All I want is to kill every fucker who helped ruin my family. Remember?
I stare at his chest. My gaze follows the swirl tattoo he has around his belly button.
"I don't know."
It's his turn to sigh.
"Yes, you do. I'm not stupid, Sasuke."
"Stop saying my name." It's a murmured plea.
Why?
"Why?" He blinks, surprised.
It overwhelms me, and I find myself glaring fiercely at him, "Because you have no idea. You don't know shit about me; what I know or don't know. You're just some stupid reject from the street. You're not worth saying my name."
Where did that come from?
His face twists.
I've done it now.
I made my choice.
Right?
This is it.
He bites his lip, and steps back a few paces. Those jewel eyes screw shut. I see the pain run copiously across his face.
The knife should have gone away, now. It usually does, when I push people away. I gasp. I'm panting again, my throat closing off.
It's so much worse.
"Fine."
His voice is controlled; rage burning dangerously close to the surface.
"You can take your shit elsewhere. I'm…done. I'm getting off your emotional fucking rollercoaster. I don't know what the fuck your issue is, but I'm done with it. I don't want to deal with it anymore. All I asked was for you to make up your goddamn mind." His eyes open once again, and their fire burns me thoroughly, "You couldn't even do that."
He shakes his head.
"I may not know it all, but I have a damn good idea where your problems with intimacy stem from. I was kidnapped by your pedo-ex too, remember?"
"I didn't ask you to stay with me. I warned you off. I even left you myself!"
He looks almost betrayed, frustration and anger boiling over and he slams his fist into the wall next to me, "But I stayed, anyway. I even dealt with your brother, and I thought… I…" He gapes, lost for words. He looks so confused, laced in with the betrayal and hurt.
I press my lips into a cold, thin line. This is all I can do. All I'm able to do.
"You thought what?" I can't stop now. It's growing out of me, a mind of it's own, "That I actually cared for you? That I… loved you?" I sneer. As if I could. I am incapable. He should've known that by now.
He backs off more, warily. Those eyes say he can't understand, as hard as he tries, why, or even how, I'm doing this.
It's for his good, anyway.
I'm rotted to the core. My poison would only spoil him eventually.
"Sasuke…" I hiss at what his lips around my name does to that knife in my chest. Either way, with him or pushing him away, it twists deeper.
Finally, he's able to gather himself.
"No… I don't think I ever let myself hope for that. But… I did…" He shakes his head.
"Maybe I am stupid."
He hastily drags his boxers and pants on, and I'm left heaving my own self-loathing, pressed coldly up against the wall.
He grabs my clothes, and throws them at me.
"Get dressed." He leaves me to stalk into the kitchen.
I feel him pacing in there, like a caged predator. I did the right thing. But I can't shake this terrible sticky feeling of hatred that seeps into my bones.
I hear him speaking, and realize he's on the phone.
"-Yes, Granny, I know! I'll be there later today….yes, I made some for everyone. Shikamaru should have brought you some, was it good?" I feel, rather than see his grin. "Great. I'll see you there."
The phone beeps his hang-up. I'm dressed, and don't know what else to do with myself. The thought of leaving just now crosses my mind.
Where would I go?
What would I do?
A few days ago I wouldn't have cared. A few days ago, I had a plan to leave this cursed city.
This is the lost feeling he creates.
Or is it him?
Or is it me?
He comes out of the kitchen, faces me with those lost, pained blue eyes, and I can't even control my face anymore.
"I can't do anything anymore." I groan, "What have you done to me, Naruto?"
I hate how I love his name on my lips.
I press my throbbing head in my hands.
I rub my eyes, rub my face until I feel it tenderize and redden under my abuse. I pull my hair. I'm a whirlwind, inside. I'm gasping for breath.
He grips my wrists. So steady. He sighs, and removes my hands from their task of erasing my face.
Those eyes look at me, and I can't look back. I can't bear it. I'm fracturing as it is under the weight of it.
"Sasuke," this draws me sharply to his gaze, "stop it. Just, stop." My arms begin to relax under his touch, as I always do. Then, he draws me into his all-embracing hug. I cower in him.
No, not cower.
Heal.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the softness of his natural balm. He seems to pour himself out, over my scarred, torn up self, and smooth me out.
"Naruto." It's a whisper. I am unable to get more out. What has he done to me?
He shushes me gently, lovingly caressing the marks I've left over my face, "it's okay."
I shake my weary head, "It's not. It never is."
Then he grips my chin firmly, jaw setting "it is. If you want it to be. If you say it is, it's okay."
"It's all up to you."
I am absorbed, and encouraged to re-configure myself: all in those eyes.
I kiss him with all that I'm worth; and when we part I feel, for the first time, that that may be more than just revenge.
Just revenge.
Is that what it was, all along?
He breathes heavily, under the same spell as I, and the heat of his life brushes my lips. I feel full.
He catches my gaze, "I forgive you."
I blink; and smirk. "Was that an attempt to get me to apologize?"
He shakes that golden head, "I'd never dream of you apologizing. That was just my recognition of you getting as close as you probably ever will."
I have to say, I wish he had more faith in me. But then, I'd also have to admit I've yet to give him reason to expect more.
I brush my nose against the gentle curve of his ear.
"I'm sorry."
He draws back to look me full in the face.
"What?" He's incredulous.
I raise a brow at him, "I'm not saying it again."
He just looks utterly out of it, "It… doesn't suit you."
I gape at him.
He grins mischievously. "We have a Granny to see, and a 'string of corruption' to yank."
I sigh.
"I suppose so."
I brush my hands up his sides, enjoying the feel and trying desperately to lure him closer. I just want him, now. My mind can't handle much more. I just want him.
He's not so easy.
"Nah-ah, Sasuke," He grins into my lips, then pulls back and starts for the door. "I've been teased enough for one day, thank you very much." I quirk a brow, "You calling me a tease?"
He winks at me, "Not even; you're much worse."
I manage something of a smile, and decide not to push my luck. Even after my…episode, he seems remarkably unfazed. I follow his easy, confident gait and can't help the thought that I'd found quite the enigma in thick, stubborn, stupid, sunny Naruto.
I freeze, a sudden realization dawning, "Naruto," I murmur, and his gaze flicks my way, "Did you cum?" He must have terrible blue balls. I feel slight regret at my selfishness.
But as a bright red tinge invades his face I have my unexpected answer. I click my gaping mouth shut, "How?"
He only blushes harder, shrugging and speeding ahead of me out the door.
He came…just from…watching me? Blowing me? I shiver. No way. Could it be…? But, how else-? I can't help the pleasured smile trace my lips.
Next time, I'll get him off twice. That'll do it.
We reach Town Hall in good time, and by the front entrance I'm lighter than air; all the negativity from before sucked out. Boy, what a few days with this asshole will do to a person. I open the door for us with a smirk at him, and he sticks his pink tongue out at me and walks haughtily before me.
We can be playful, now. Even though I was so cruel.
As soon as I cross the threshold, the temperature drops like a bomb, and I'm suddenly shivering.
It must be somewhere below zero in here.
We make our way to the Mayor's office, through a thoroughly beaten-up oak door, and are soon both facing the Mayor of Konoha. And quite a sight she is.
First of all, my eyes are drawn to her enormous, overwhelming and utterly inhuman breasts. They, shockingly enough, seem to be natural. She looks strangely neither young nor old. With blond pigtails and fierce hazel eyes, my thoughts of her probable back-problems are soon vanquished at the realization of just how muscular she is, too.
No wonder they are so perky for their size.
"Uzumaki Naruto, sit your ass down. You," she glares at me, "You sit too." Naruto pouts a frown and sticks his tongue out, but after our skit this morning he's been acting tired. I'm drained as it is, myself- and so her presence seems all the more impeditive. He sits without much more complaint, and even she looks impressed.
"Lunch," She stares at Naruto, "Was pretty good." Is that a hint of pride in her tone? So she may be human after all. "Next time, less salt, more pepper."
Naruto grins hugely at her, "Thanks, Granny!" She glowers at the 'Granny' bit, but it seems an old battle she doesn't appear hopeful of winning. So she ignores it.
"So what trouble are you in now, hm? I won't pardon you again, brat. I got enough fire from the last riot you started. You should be on your knees thanking God and me that you were still underage. If not, you'd be getting butt-fucked this very moment in the county jailhouse."
I quickly cover my shock, going to deadpan.
"Although," She looks from him to me, "That may already be the case."
I almost, almost want to laugh. Naruto seems used to this, however.
"Damn Granny, that's rude. Can't you be a sweet grandma for a change? Don't be mad, I've been real busy lately, but I'll come see you more often, just rein it back. Let's discuss my butt-fucking habits another time, ne?" He scoots his chair closer to her grand old desk, "I need some info. On a guy named Danzou."
She narrows her eyes, her aura going icy. "What do you need that for, eh? Not another escapade, Naruto. I have enough on my plate as it is, with my police force being useless and these damn gangs running amuck."
Naruto sighs, "That's exactly what I'm trying to fix, Grandma. He's connected with it all. I'm not doing anything illegal, I'm just…curious." He smiles charmingly at her. Too charmingly. I fight back a jealous pout. She, however, melts slightly.
"Humph." She eyes us both suspiciously. "He was stand-in Mayor, after the previous Mayor croaked without sign or warning, they instated him for a few months before they managed to harass me into the job." She shrugs, but her eyes watch us intelligently. "This all happened about six months ago. After he was rather forcibly released from duty, he retired and hasn't been heard from since."
Naruto glances at me. I know. He sees my recognition, and some unnamable communication passes between us.
"So now that you have what you want, care to mention why you're running around with the Uchiha heir?" She grunts. I stare at her; curious despite myself as to how Naruto will answer.
"He's helping me, uh, figure this all out."
She snorts, "Shikamaru tells me that you got in it with Kiba over the little bastard." I glare at her, but say nothing.
Naruto 'harrumphs' and crosses his arms, "Did he, now?"
She shrugs again, "Not intentionally. Or willingly. But the point is I know, and you don't call me anymore."
What?
Now she sounds like a Grandma, for once and for real.
"Kiba was being sensitive, and I'll admit I should've let him know. But that's not important."
"A fight with your best friend isn't important?" She raises her brow.
Naruto blusters, "Of course it is! But right now he's off with his little princess while I'm trying to save our city!"
She purses her lips.
"Did you know that the Hyuuga Mansion was attacked last night?"
Naruto gapes like a beached fish. Even I can't keep the surprise from my face.
I see, all the way from my chair behind him, Naruto's crushing guilt. "The Akatsuki? Was…was anyone hurt?" He's hiding his franticness.
She shakes her head, and I see Naruto relax, if only slightly. "Only the infamous Hyuuga Hubris. It was a warning, but we don't know who did it yet. With only two or three out of how many policemen actually being straight-laced and competent, these things take time. I've been trying to get your uncles to come out of retirement, but those assholes are too busy on each other's dicks to help save their city. "
Naruto shudders, and gets up. "Hey Granny, I know it's gross to think of them doing… ehem. But they're doing something great for the city, too. They saved me. And they can't leave the kids."
She scoffs.
"Where there's a will, there's a way. Konohamaru's old enough to play sitter."
I stand, too.
"Thanks for your time, Granny. I know how busy you are. I'll…call you later."
She narrows those ferocious eyes "You better. Now go visit your friend."
Naruto turns to leave, but the woman beckons me forward. "You, Uchiha. Tell your brother I know his game, and that it's set." I only stare at her.
"Oh, and Sasuke," oh look, I have a first name now that Naruto's through the door,
"You hurt one hair on that stupid, naive, sweet boy's head and I'll hunt you like a dog and make absolutely sure you get what's coming."
I turn and leave.
No promises.
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