Convalescence, Chapter one
The failed re-union
Disclaimer: The characters, story and other elements belong to their rightful owner, Kishimoto Masashi. I gain no profit from writing and publishing this on the Internet.
Full summary: The 4th Ninja war came to a stop when the united ninja forces brought down their greatest foes, Uchiha Madara and Kabuto, the shining Kyuubi container, Uzumaki Naruto, the leading force behind the final strike. Following their victory, unconscious, Uchiha Sasuke was taken to Konoha where he was put on trial for his crimes, yet under the threat of the world finding out of the conspiracy against the Uchiha, and with the discovery he had never acted on his vengeance against Konoha, he was freed. Left to roam the city, his status returned to him, but ANBU guarding over him day and night, Uchiha Sasuke again became a citizen of Konoha; suspicious, deemed highly dangerous, a potential threat, but one easily handled by his ex-teammate, ex-best friend and the person to have ultimately defeated him, Uzumaki Naruto. He was to assimilate. It would have been perfect. A slow process to span over years, but perfect, fruitful.
Only… No-one could have known what Sasuke and Naruto really were and what they would do each other under the weight of their worlds crashing down on them.
Rating: M as mature for sexual themes, violence, blood. Heavy shounen-ai, slash, eventual… We'll see if eventual SasuNaru or corpse-slash-corpse-in-mass-grave-because-they-killed-each-other.
Warning: Don't read if easily squeamish or if you're not mature yet to handle mature topics such as sex and… That strange sex they had. I'm saying it now – no rape. Just sex. Which makes they had even worse. There will be swearing, HEAVY shounen-ai and much twisted stuff not suitable for children or those weak of mind. You have been warned.
The Kyuubi in him growled in dismay, clawed at his mind. The Kyuubi in him failed to get through, failed to do much.
On his body new were formed, and the chakra healed them one by one, too slow, however, to heal them all, to heal all as they formed; one over another, layered, thick, creating a coating of pain and agony.
His clothing torn struggled to contain all he suffered, ripped to shreds as well, completely torn, patches of red revealed as the material folded aside.
Occasionally, a sound ripped through the surroundings, reeking of pleasure and like, yet put out by either the next moment, because it wasn't meant to signalize a thing, not meant to mean anything, just their consensual agreement to create further spite and undermine, and underestimate and simply brutalize.
His hands balled into fists, ripping into his flesh, red chakra enveloping his figure for a moment to claw the hands and teeth the mouth.
A growl was heard. Dimly, it echoed around the dusty emptiness of the house.
He struggled, back arched, pain residing in his body – along with disgust.
The other man, on his face – a similar bundle of self-hate.
He wanted to move, to escape, instead – he buried his claws-no, nails, those shaped like claws – into the ground, but he was dragged and moved in different ways, turned around and rammed into – hard.
Further his back arched, shoulders hunched together in help, claws leaving the ground to see it scarred, deep trails left behind, splinters flying in the air. In the corners of his eyes, wetness gathered. Like a man, he swallowed hard and pushed them back, blues directed briefly at the ceiling – before falling on Him.
He who continued to glare, stare and hate, who wouldn't stop and got paid back, claws soon seeking his back and shredding His attire as well, the material roughly shredded, a quick, relentless rape. Then they dug into his flesh, almost touched bone.
All to inflict more pain, to hide his own and to persuade himself not to ever empathize, to feel sorry for himself or Him, but to hate this and shove aside any spur of an emotion, anything that could be lead to them – liking it.
They weren't doing it out of like. It was all but like. They'd not almost made the building collapse because of like, had not attacked each other physically and mentally for like. They'd not left wet, red smudges on the doors and the floor for the purpose of like, had not creased all furniture with sweat and blood for LIKE.
Because in the Uchiha district, in one of the abandoned houses not ready to collapse, walls cracked, floor littered with craters and blood splatter all around, in the deep, eerie silence of the place left to rot, surrounded by dust and creaking age as well, Naruto and Sasuke were having a dirty and warped fuck.
Sasuke's lips parted – a spasm ticked through his features, eyes narrowed, droplets of sweat falling down his cheeks, but then he failed and a choked gasp escaped past his lips.
Naruto closed his eyes, the red chakra subsiding, mellowed out and placated to a harmless degree.
Inside him, movement that threatened to overtake him, something akin to a like twisting in his guts, and he threw his head back, teeth tightly clenched over his lips, drawing blood. A shiver went down his spine and his muscles retracted, legs squatted, and body fought for one last time, before-
-a soft sigh was heard and Naruto, against his wishes, opened his eyes to look Sasuke directly in the face, to hold his glare for a moment. In the charcoal hues, there was disgust, there was revolt, there was pity and something like horror, and there was fear, most of all, just that fear.
Moments later, the feelings intensified, sending tremors through their bodies, reaching a peak that curled their fingers and curled their thoughts, that froze the time and then, after seconds, it was over.
Above him, Sasuke shook, features clenched tight, and he tried to hold himself up, both hands by Naruto's head, but he swallowed a gasp and fell down, impacting with Naruto's chest, before sliding himself up until his gasps resonated right by Naruto's earlobe.
Blankly, entire body going into a shock, Naruto stared ahead.
He could hear each and every thought, each and every sound, feel each and every thing.
Half-naked, sweaty, drenched in blood and disgust, they remained in that position, Sasuke between his legs, chests heaving, minds enraptured by fright and eyes suddenly – just stuck. Stuck at that moment when a realization hit them – that nothing in the world could properly project in them what they felt.
Nothing could depict this moment.
In the pit of Naruto's stomach, all its contents rose. He felt with every cell in him the body that lay on top of him, felt the heat and the rocking shivers, the dampness and the humidity that continued to increase, and the breaths shallow emitted in short intervals echoing in this ominous darkness.
In the lieu of this discovery, their worlds would collapse.
Naruto turned his head to the side, feeling Sasuke's warm breath prickling the hair on the back of his neck.
In Konoha, Uchiha district, a lone building second in the third row of entirely identical houses, floor, night, the weight of this act hit them both, dropping the bomb on their lives.
What have we done?
Naruto bit on his thumb, teeth grazing over the flesh. Apparently, Sasuke was being a good lad, staying mostly in the Uchiha districts even after two weeks and making any need for guards small. However, the Konoha council, baa-chan and people in general weren't stupid; while he may have been pardoned, the political trial disputed for the suspicion of Konoha's bad laundry getting around, no-one really believed Sasuke had become a law-abiding citizen. He was too quiet, too lone a ranger to be considered a part of their community, and the war had left them suspicious of another treason on his side. Naruto understood this made the convalescence a tiny bit too difficult, but he also didn't blame anyone for assuming this stance; he'd dragged the man back, defeated, unconscious, promises of all being alright being muttered to and fro in the man's ears the whole time, but the subliminal messages hadn't gotten through; released at last, considered a vital threat to any country and a burden to bear, Sasuke was the sore thumb and the last straw and while glanced seldom, most feared the obvious – the storm was coming.
The calm had arrived weeks ago, now they were awaiting the worst. If no-one spoke to him, if no-one elicited a reaction from him other than a disgruntled groan and an indisputable proof of hatred presented via a seething glare of ice, he'd be… Disposed of. Quietly, in the fashion so reminiscent of the way Konoha had handled the Uchiha's planned coup d'état. Sasuke had to know that as well. Had to, because disregarding all that people believed and knew, he was still a genius. Insanity might have been the constant threat, the swinging axe suspended above their heads, but no-one could deny how quick-minded he was, how sharp his mind.
Above all, Naruto feared this; he feared that Sasuke would wait for the moment they struck so he could pardon his hatred for everyone and launch an attack, bringing down the whole of Konoha in a singed highway to hell. And eventually, what it all boiled down to was no-one's willingness to engage him in any kind of conversation, the muted representation of his thoughts far too dark and sinister for most to handle. After all, that was why even Kakashi rather went on missions and helped around, why he finally admitted out loud that the sight of Sasuke equaled to stabbing himself in the foot with own mistakes and he'd rather not look at someone whom he'd failed this much… Really, he just needed time, just as Sakura did, just as everyone did… Just as Sasuke did, no matter how hard he fought this reality.
Naruto frowned. Crouched on one of the roofs, moon behind his back, he surveyed the surroundings, the idea of switching into Sage mode to find Sasuke's chakra signature tempting him for a bit, but then something alerted him and he stood up just as by his side three people materialized, two of whom had masks covering their faces.
With scrutiny, they surveyed him, before the unmasked one pointed a finger at one of the houses. "Second house, third row. He was last seen entering that building."
Naruto blinked, following the finger with his eyes, eventually coming onto a house. Not for a moment did he consider how the man had known of his purpose. "Oh… There," he said, scrunching up his nose and squatting down again, hands on his knees and the slanted roof attempting to shake them all off.
The man's impassive face neared Naruto's. "You're going to speak to him?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean… I have to. Kind of. Also… I want to. It's still Sasuke."
"He's a threat," said the man.
Naruto shook his head. "I know." And narrowed his eyes at the house, as if suspecting the topic of their discussion to poke his head out. "What's he doing there?"
"Probably the same thing he does in any of those houses."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Naruto stared at the man, before it hit him. Humorless, his smile. "Right. He broods in them."
The man's dispassionate features were hit with concern, molding them into worry. "Naruto... Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Mildly amused, Naruto shrugged. "Don't worry about me, Yamato-taichou."
Brushed off, Yamato leaned back, the other two ANBU guards standing by his either side; they'd been positioned to stand guard for tonight, and Naruto knew they liked it as much as the killing that was a part of their job.
"It isn't the most sensible option, you know," said Yamato slowly, prompting a snort from Naruto.
"Nupe, but it is still Sasuke. I'll go talk sense into him."
"And if he doesn't listen?"
"Simple, I'll beat it into him."
Yamato grimaced. "Naruto… That isn't wise. Sasuke is very strong."
"I've defeated him once."
"Yes, I know, we all do, and under that pretense you're allowed to enter and leave the district at own will, Hokaga-sama's orders, but another victory could cost you your life."
Naruto made a grimace, staring the house down rather than look at the man; the night was hot, but Yamato's words – cold. "I know. But I gotta, you know? I bring him back and then? Then I disappear from his sight. It's not fair. We're going to talk. I don't care what I have to do to get him talking, but if it's beat the crap out of him, then so be it." With a rueful grin, he waddled to the edge of the roof. "Don't interfere, alright?"
"We have orders not to," muttered Yamato under his breath, frustration mingling with his tone. "The whole country now understands that getting between you two is futile; you will still do whatever you want…" Unwillingly, the man backed away.
Naruto felt guilty. "Where are you going now?" he asked but got only a mild shake of Yamato's head. "Right," he grumbled. Secrets.
Yamato looked apologetic. "You're to keep a guard over Sasuke for tonight. Our teams are too busy, we can't spare another and there's still too much work to be done. This country needs as much help as necessary… By Hokage-sama's orders, you're to remain with Uchiha Sasuke for tonight, but you're strictly forbidden from initiating direct contact with him."
Everyone present knew – he'd defy that order.
Naruto gave him a toothy grin. "It's whole he's a ticking bomb thing, eh? I can handle him."
Though the other two might have worn masks, Naruto could feel their dismay.
Yamato's face was overcome with worry. "Just… Be careful, Naruto. Don't do anything stupid."
All Naruto could do was give him a nod he hoped looked reassuring, before the company parted and he was left on his own again.
Laconic in his expressions, Naruto gave a wan smile, before doing that exact thing he'd been advised against; he jumped off the roof and with certainty walked towards the house. Not knowing what to expect, he saw no reason in fearing it, walking thus without any pretenses and dire needs for over-reacting, calm, severely so in so many strange and miraculous ways. The door parted, giving leeway to the world he'd never touched, to the house ready to collapse and breathing age and dust.
He walked on blindly, not knowing the layout of the place, following instinct instead and the driving force behind this, maybe, wrong step – the heart.
Down a long hallway, don't look left or right, don't be distracted, turn left and into a large room with a window just recently barred. The other stood next to it was still free any of restrains, unless, of course, He counted.
He, Sasuke, stood in front of it. From this angle, Naruto could tell he had a clear view on the whole street and on the house he'd spoken to Yamato on as well.
So he'd seen them.
A few steps in, additional distance between them removed and he was in close proximity to him, as close as he could get without getting bitten.
Sasuke, acknowledging his presence, turned his head sidewards, expression a stone frozen, a story erased.
In Naruto's ribcage, the heart trembled. "Sasuke…"
Nothing. No continuation of that unfinished thought. Yet, reaction arrived nonetheless as by fraction Sasuke's eyes narrowed. At once, Naruto felt angry.
"I came to talk."
Sasuke turned to him. "Disappear, Naruto."
"No."
"Where are the guards? Left." Sasuke's cool voice like a curse pierced the air. "They think only you can handle me, right?"
Naruto lowered his head, eyes dimmed by the light in the room and turned silver staring the other down. "There's no need to be hostile with me. Sasuke, there's no need to be hostile any longer. You are home."
Another reaction. Sasuke made a step in his direction. Proposing a challenge. "Home?" It came out as a curse. "I have no home."
"You have nowhere else."
"No reason to leave, no reason to stay," hissed the man.
Naruto resisted the urge to wince; truth hurt. "Konoha is your home now. People welcomed you."
"Does it this work out for you, Naruto? Lying this much? Completely deluding yourself?" He scoffed. "Do me a favor, Naruto, and keep these delusions to yourself."
With difficulty, Naruto controlled his anger; for weeks he'd waited for this moment, knowing well it wouldn't go well, and he'd known all along as well it could all boil down to a moment when all repressed emotions would reach the surface. Maybe that was why he'd come to Tsunade himself, informed her of his plan to visit Sasuke, making sure she would indulge his suicidal tendencies and arranged a change of guards. Easily, she'd been persuaded, because easily she believed only he could really handle Sasuke at his current state and get something out of him. Only, Naruto had not expected himself to get this furious. "I'm not delusional," he said through gritted teeth, scoffing himself and making a step forward to mirror Sasuke. "Sasuke, this is your home. You know what Itachi-"-he'd only thought to mention the dead man walking who had shown during the last battle and broken Sasuke's resort at the very last moment, but Sasuke-
-rounded on him, shaking from rage. "Naruto… Don't think you have the right to bring up nii-san." Narrow space separated them. Between them, the air sizzled. Naruto saw the situation had taken a turn for the worst, but he couldn't leave, not when he knew the very act would be the true last straw.
"I leave and then what, Sasuke? What will you do if I walk out the door now?"
"What, Naruto, would you be somehow inclined to believe it would matter to me?"
Naruto growled, lifting a hand to curl it around Sasuke's top. "Sasuke, I'm your friend."
Sasuke belched and retaliated, curling his around Naruto's shirt as well. "You're the tie I severed. Why don't you get it through your thick skull? I don't need you, Naruto, now disappear from my sight."
He shoved him away. Naruto staggered on his feet and narrowed his eyes. "No."
Sasuke didn't move.
Naruto swallowed a strange urge to cry. Or, maybe, rip out his heart. "No. I won't leave. I never left you. I won't do it now. You're back. Physically so far, I know that, Sasuke, I do. But you can come back completely. You have people who care for you."
Sasuke's lips spread into a smirk. "Who would that be, Naruto? Not you, no?"
Naruto stood his ground, emotions worn on his sleeve. "You're my most cherished person."
At once, Sasuke's entire demeanor suffered through a change, a certain mad hysteria and grief gripping his features and making him shake from rage where he stood.
"Your… Cherished person… I had one, only one cherished person in my life and that person was forced to commit mass murder, to discard his life and become hated… I have lost this person eight years ago, Naruto, and that person is not you…"
Naruto's anger lessened, the blood in his veins ceasing to boil. "Itachi, eh? Still Itachi… What, Sasuke, do you think I'm not honoring his memory? Or that you aren't? There's no shame in admitting you need someone."
Sasuke's shaking worsened. "There's no admitting involved. I don't need you."
Still, Naruto couldn't give up. He threw his arms around, frustration growing, and made a step forward – it was too late to notice the wince or the killing intent, too late to act on any preservation instinct, too late to really care for own life at that moment. "Sasuke, stop it! You're still destroying yourself, you're still trying to be an avenger. You're no longer an avenger, Sasuke, the path doesn't exist. You can live a normal life…"
"By your side, Naruto?"
It was sealing the fate.
Next thing Naruto knew was the red alarm in his head going off and his body trying to budge, rooted to the spot only because of his obstinacy, and then he was sent flying to the opposite end of the room. Hard, his body hit the wall, then impacted with a dresser, then the ground. He wheezed, breathed hard, gathered himself up.
Like a statue Sasuke stood in front of him, still stuck in the same position with his hand outstretched and fist clenched. Naruto felt an ache in his stomach and the tissue repairing itself, and felt a desire to pummel this stubborn asshole to the ground.
Slowly, he stood to his feet, each movement followed by a wince and additional, required repression of his anger. "Sasuke… stop it."
It had the opposite effect.
Sasuke attacked him, too quick, too nimble, becoming a blur that had Naruto in the air and thrown on the ground again – followed by a punch to his heart. He gasped out, pain rocking through his body, and the repression failing, failing so hard.
"I don't want to fight you!" he screamed out, despaired and pleading, but Sasuke was now crouched above him, his fist still buried in Naruto's chest and his eyes-
-burning with hate. "Of course, Naruto, because it's always about what you want. What YOU want for yourself, you selfish little prick. You don't understand a thing, a thing, A THING AND YOU-"
-Naruto croaked meekly, his fingers curling around Sasuke's wrist and forcing it away. A contest of strength ensued, both applying equal force, otherwise motionless, stuck in the strange position and the hate growing so strong, too strong, too much…
Wrath.
He saw red. "Me… Me? Me? Isn't it the other way around, Sasuke?" he asked, voice trembling, entire body shunning Sasuke away and then pulling him right back, a strange attraction drawn between, created from this brawl; he didn't know, didn't understand, but fighting was the only thing they could do, were willing to do and it-filled him.
-it broke him as well.
He threw Sasuke away and was on his feet the next moment. "YOU always thought about yourself, Sasuke. YOU always did! Always wallowing in self-pity. You HAD people, you HAD everyone, everyone willing to be with you, by your side."
Sasuke landed on his feet gracefully like a cat, a certain deadly elegance in how he straightened himself up. "Fake people lusting after the Uchiha name, that's all. Do you think Kakashi was ever interested in me as a person? No, Naruto. Still a fool. It was all about power. Always about power. The Uchiha name is such a pretty accessory, after all." His voice came in low, dramatic whisper.
Before Naruto knew it, he was striking Sasuke, exchanging blows with him – each one dodged, each followed by another, each met with the other's fist until-
-he faltered in his resolve, still gripping tightly onto reality and Sasuke sent a strong jab in his side that broke a rib and elicited – a sound of protest from him. He fell on the ground, kneeled before him.
Sasuke laughed, melodic, mellifluous in his insanity and self-hate. "Is that it, Naruto? Is that everything?"
Naruto's eyes looked at the ground between Sasuke's feet, at his shadow that seemed to be assuming a form of the Devil himself and inside his stomach – something cried. Cried so hard, so very hard. From the corner of his lips, something dripped… Blood. Blood had been drawn. He grimaced, resisting hard, hoping to retain his humanity, but this rage he felt was primal and real, making him shake with so much that he felt, so much-
"Idiot."
Sasuke's kick sent him flying away again-
-a surge of chakra enveloped his figure, halting his fall mid-way, body twisted to land steadily on both feet.
A twitch. Another. Frame slouched over, hair disheveled and face gathering the creases, the many wrinkles of this reality, Naruto looked up.
"You're such a hypocrite, Sasuke… I never wanted you as my friend because of your name. You being Uchiha meant nothing to me. I wanted you – because of who you really were. That, using your logic, should make me a pliant companion, someone suitable of being near you, right?" Mockery tainted his voice.
Opposite of him, Sasuke's eyes only further narrowed, bleeding red from the wretched eye jutsu that soon obscured his rational mind. "You want to be around me… Want to be my friend because who I am really am… You're a fool, Naruto." There was such resentment in the words only – that the air between them nearly exploded on itself. Instead, it swam like a mirage on a desert. "You want this? This, this…" Like a madman, Sasuke touched his own eyes, those that reeked of power so great legions had fallen before him, and his features contorted greatly, no semblance to a man remaining. "Fine… Let me give THIS ALL to you then… NARUTO!"
He charged.
Naruto charged as well.
In that small, cramped room, they charged at each other and met half-way through, bodies clashing, not restrained at all even if the walls creaked with dismay and croaked from pain, even if the floor under their feet shook. They circled, danced around each other and first there was despair that Naruto felt, despair that came with each hit that landed and each bruise created, and then-liberation. Sickening, brutal and grieving liberation.
He was free. He was freed of all… And could fight his best, dearest friend…
Numerous times he hit the wall and the ground, and numerous times he returned the favor, ramming Sasuke against the ceiling for a change because, hey, that needed some re-decorating as well. Suddenly, the room felt crowded, like there were many of them exchanging blows, fighting this hard, this vicious, this bad – drawing more blood when in reality no weapons were used. No kunai made appearance. Nothing but hands. With hands that scraped and maimed, with hands that made him want to curl into a ball and cry himself to his last day on earth, because this was so wrong, so wrong, so wrong-
-Sasuke drenched his attack in a syrup of chakra. For a moment, Naruto froze, body stuck midway through to slamming into Sasuke's, and he looked down, eyes wide, before – his back exploded.
With a blood-curling scream, he fell down, the back turned into a battlefield, ragged pieces of clothing dangling where a shirt had existed, doing a pathetic job of covering the red marks forming there and leaking blood-
-I'm not waiting to get hit again, you-"TEME!"
The teachings of Asuma came to him, producing a nice, vivid image of what he wanted to do and for once all obeyed, promoting greater allegiance with madness. Blue chakra hugged his hand, distorted around the edges first before tentatively forming a blade. Sasuke, being this close, had the time to escape. Instead, he remained where he stood, maybe shocked or something else, and Naruto rose to his feet with a sudden lurch of his body upwards-and Sasuke tried to dodge at the very last moment, sending a kick to Naruto's chest but too late, too late.
The chakra blade cut through Sasuke's clothing, making a clean line starting at his hip and landing at the shoulder blade and Naruto's body AGAIN hit the wall before toppling towards the ground. On both the ground and wall – a red smudge remained.
Quickly, he sought Sasuke with his eyes, ignoring the throbbing of his body-and Sasuke was bending over, blood seeping through his fingers as he had one hand pressed to his stomach. They weren't using their full strength. If so, the whole building would have collapsed by now along with the entirety of the district. But they were using the full strength of their emotions and it wrecked them.
It wrought through Naruto as he crawled on all fours towards Sasuke, as he attempted to stand up and Sasuke hit the ground and they stared each other down, before using a combined force of will and need to stand again and fervently continue to attack each other. The building shook – the windows exploded and Sasuke gathered a fistful of shards from his body and Naruto saw another smudge on the wall. And then blood splatter. It was too fast, this intense, hate-filled display of pathetic cries and need…
Lying on the ground, he inched to sit up-
-suddenly Sasuke's bloodied hand pressed against his chest forced him down and he gasped out. Then Sasuke was on top of him and Naruto's eyes snapped open, feeling something strange-
-he was lying between his legs.
Okay, that is-terror. TERROR. "Sasuke-"
"You WANT this, NARUTO."
He was grabbed, a hand twisting in his hair and forcing his head back. Another hand pressed around his jugular, suffocating him-but he stopped Sasuke because he didn't wish to die, and he growled and spat from the fury he felt and red chakra in a thin sheen layered his body, leaving a burned hand imprint around Sasuke's arm.
The man hissed and drew back but didn't move far away, lifting his upper body on his hands and staring down at Naruto through the dark strands that were glued to his face and otherwise messy and going to all different sides, left to right and up to down in a state disorderly and perfectly Sasuke-like.
Naruto furrowed his brows, struggling against the exhaustion but he couldn't get up, couldn't-his hands fall back, and he lay there, eagle-like, ethereal.
Sasuke moved.
"You want this, Naruto… You think you're suitable for me, then? As my friend, as my everything? You think it, Naruto…"
Don't swallow, don't gulp.
Naruto's eyes rested on Sasuke's. "Yes."
Sasuke smirked, insane, frustrated, driven to the edge. "Yes… Yes."
He tugged at his pants.
Naruto helped him.
It was a fight, another fight, yet another physicality they needed, and he arched his back off the ground as he tried to close his legs and Sasuke forced them open for him, as he nestled himself comfortably, almost comfortably, like a lover, right between, their bodies so close and the heats weaved together through and though.
In the pit of his stomach, Naruto felt disgust. Eyes that were like cat's bore into Sasuke's. His hands shot out to hold Sasuke in one place-"Yes. Sasuke. I am suitable. I know it's me. At the moment, no-one but me."
"All of me, Naruto. Fine. Have all of me." Like a beast prowling in the shadows and awaiting its moment of bloodied rise, Sasuke struck, fingers digging into Naruto's shirt and ripping it with such need and frustration, as if digging for a treasure chest to hold his freedom. Was there any? Was he ever to live in freedom?
Fear rocked through Naruto's body, as feral as the need to continue and fight. One hand slipped down to curl around the hem of the other's pants-he didn't know why, really-and Sasuke acted, pushing Naruto's pants down, the delicate structure of the tanned hips revealed, the tummy cute and unmarred as well-
-Naruto groaned-and clamped his mouth shut.
A moment of silence, the challenge raised-
-he gulped, quirked a dirty eyebrow at him, smiled a rueful, spiteful smile, too deep in this sea to ever re-surface-"Only I can have all of you, Sasuke. Give me everything that you are."
Everything.
So much pain, so much agony, so much confusion that which gripped him, that which he felt at that moment as his clothing was raped on its way down, as Sasuke's left and as only rags remained, as they struggled on the ground as they fought-as he tried to crawl away-
-as he felt HIM inside.
He wished to scream, wished to cry but it wouldn't let him, wouldn't let any tear be spilled. There was a moment, yet another one, when things stalled, when it dawned on them but it was too late. In vain, he tried to flee, in vain he used advantage of the situation and turned, in vain for Sasuke snapped and held him close in such an embrace Naruto almost… ALMOST… willed it loving.
Willed it full of nothing but love, for the despair with which Sasuke clung onto him, with which he was forced to remain in place as different reactions – as myriads of amok thoughts in speedy, turbulent torrents exploited all of him- all of him to Sasuke, all of Sasuke to him... It really was too late.
Sensations of like – but like wasn't welcomed… Sensations of want, but wanton fight was what this all was about.
His grip on reality lessened, he was turned on his back again and looked through, inspected and observed with the same self-hate that he for himself felt. He and Sasuke stared at each other, a waft of their past memories turning all colors to grayscale until in this stark, ravenous state, they continued their sweet, painful and horrific twisted love-making, until they couldn't even remember how it'd happened and when it'd started, only that, at one point or another…
The world stopped.
"Yamato-taichou."
"Yes, I know, I'll be a moment. Just one look to make sure nothing happened," he whispered urgently. Somehow, he was shaking all over, somehow, he was led to believe the whole night hadn't gone well and their first meeting ended in bloodshed, but he was keen on the thought of being just a doubter for once, since Naruto had a way with words, had a way with people… He wouldn't fall so easily into Sasuke's rift of hatred.
Nonetheless, he hastened in his step, coming upon the house bathed in the early morning sun. His senses were telling him the place was devoid of life, its two occupants having left hours ago, but needed one peek, one small glimpse of the place to see no traps set off, no spikes, no lethal snares… Should the place retain its normalcy they'd felt upon their departure, he'd believe nothing had transpired, but then-the stench hit his nose and his heart dropped.
He followed the smell, seeing the rooms all around barren and dusty, until around the corner, in a room with a direct view on the street, he saw the signs of a fight and smudges of red all around and-
-"Yamato-taichou, there is blo-what the."
An ANBU stood behind him, observing this macabre show, only the mask protecting the horror-struck face from the world. "I just received a report saying Uchiha Sasuke is in his old house. Uzumaki Naruto is home. Should we… report this to Hokage-sama?"
"Yes-no…" Yamato averted his eyes from the mess. They'd fought then. Both survived. But this… disarray…Every inch of the room bore a sense of wrongness to it; he was certain then both had escaped from this encounter left relatively intact, safe for a need to see a medic nin that came naturally with both, but it felt as if the room spoke of other horrors, other sinister deeds and Yamato in his years had not felt something this strong.
Fear-stricken, he backed out, face composed only via years of expertise, and he shook his head. "I'll go find Naruto."
"They had a fight," said the guard.
Yamato couldn't agree. "Hokage-sama expected something like this but-I need to see for myself."
He didn't wait. An answer probably never arrived. He sped towards the small apartment in the middle of the city housing the Kyuubi container, suppressing an urge to fly across the sky and blare of an impending doom and death. Soon, maybe too soon, with barely a second line of sun rays bathing the city on its warmth, he entered through the window that was open, jumping directly into the place that-
-showed signs of nothing strange.
At once, he halted, confusion gnawing at his thought. The mess was in order and as per usual, and there was the distinct smell of fresh-made ramen – probably placed on the kitchen table next to a glass of milk, the courtesy of Naruto's bad habits – but still Yamato couldn't shake it off, couldn't make sense of this, seeing demons around corners even of logic spoke of angels.
"Yamato-taichou?"
Sharply, he looked to his right to see Naruto's-
-battered, sullen, dainty and frowning form in the bathroom room, with the bruises healing and cuts sealing and the eyes so large and spooked, so very confused, frame so lost in the clothing he wore.
On Yamato's shoulders, the entire weight of the world was dropped. Hastily, he stalked towards the young man. "Naruto, what happened? That whole building is-"
"I did something stupid, taichou…"
He froze, staring at Naruto, wide-eyed. In the boy's blues, he sensed fear and he sensed something akin to hatred; they were, as of this moment, officially haunted.
Naruto looked right through him. "I tried to talk to Sasuke. It didn't… go... We had a fight. I…"
"Did he say something to you? Did he-?" Did he what? Naruto was a man now. A grown-up. But the sight of him, the sight of him sporting this look-Yamato's blood turned ice.
Afterwards, he was given a description non-existent, told only of a fight and exhibition of hate Sasuke was famed for, before he was haunted as well, leaving the place with fabricated reassurance and muddled thoughts. He left the apartment, he did, reporting to Tsunade of the fight she, too, had expected, confirming their belief that Sasuke needed to go. They questioned who would let Naruto know, not paying attention to Naruto's state – deeming it, after all, the very result of the fight and whatever Sasuke had said to him, however he'd broken his heart, which alone was deserving of a greatest punish ever – but then there came a report of Uchiha Sasuke leaving the district, of Uchiha Sasuke roaming the streets, buying stuff and… Being a citizen of Konoha. For the first time since. They didn't know what tremendous whispers Sasuke and Naruto had shared, didn't know… Nothing.
Uchiha Sasuke was back…
The world as they knew it stopped to exist.
A/N: Good, bad? There was no rape… I'd never write rape… Although, I admit – it does look like one. I don't know, really… I had an idea and thought to write it down in my spare time, having already finished other things, so… if this gets enough response, I'll continue this and see if Sasuke and Naruto go somewhere or wind up killing each other. I mean, honestly- start something having sex? You know, that's not always the answer… Less alone in this case… Mhm.
Leave your reviews, thoughts, just, really, don't forget/don't be lazy to review to let me know what you think and if I should continue this or not! (:
Lils~