Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or any of its associated characters!
Summary: Sasuke is tired. Sasuke is hungry. Sasuke is...well, hunting, now. Vampire AU, SNS, will be explicit. Two years later...it's done! New chapter will be up every day until the fic is finished!
A/N: Got completely carried away on another WIP - sorry friends. It's hard to leave a big writing burst when it's finally there, but I hope this chapter makes up for it! It's a big one today!
Bite Me
Chapter 30: Garlic
It was strange.
Bizarre and yet incredible—Sasuke felt the warning on Naruto's skin the moment he got too close. They'd only stuck to Naruto's wrist so far, diluting the garlic too little and then too much, and then, after four more attempts at mixing the two—
Sasuke could kiss Naruto's palm, but he couldn't move lower. He couldn't convince his lips to trail along Naruto's arm—he couldn't convince his fangs to grow, no matter how consistently Naruto offered his wrist to him. No matter how used to drinking from it Sasuke was—
The garlic was there, and it stopped him.
It stopped him.
He breathed out, and Naruto smiled.
"Okay," he was saying, "now I just gotta—cover my neck. Right? Uh—"
"All of it," Sasuke said. "Don't miss any spots."
"If you can come close enough you can tell me what I miss," Naruto said, rubbing the liquid over his skin, "and if you can't, you can't bite me. Right?"
Sasuke...conceded the point. Naruto shot him a grin that said gotcha, and Sasuke crossed his arms, but felt the smile on his lips. He felt it all at once—dizzy and incredulous and stupidly happy—
But not the urge to bite.
Still no urge to bite.
Sasuke breathed out, mulling it all over in his head again. The feeling was there. It was, the proof Naruto loved him and his breathless acceptance of it, this rush of emotion to push him over the edge—he might not be drunk, but looking at Naruto made him feel like he was, and his shirt was off, now—tucked between his knees to let him put the garlic on his neck, and even looking at it now made Sasuke feel no different, and that—
That made no sense.
He should have felt it. Something close to it, at least. Some hint of it, somewhere, because he could count all that had changed on one hand and most of those still very much applied—
So why wasn't it here yet?
"What's up?" Naruto said, using a pastry brush to wipe the garlic around his neck.
Sasuke breathed out.
"I still don't want to bite you," he said, softly.
Naruto met his eyes, and understood.
"I mean," he offered, dipping the brush back in the liquid, "it could be the garlic already?"
Sasuke shook his head. There'd already been a moment—between Naruto taking off Sasuke's clothes and grabbing the garlic—where Sasuke had held himself steady. Where Sasuke had waited. Where Sasuke had expected something—anything—but…
Nothing. Nothing more than usual.
"Yeah, okay, um—hang on," Naruto said, reaching back over to the stove. "Lemmie—ah!"
He snatched his hand back.
"Fuck," he said, laughing as he stumbled back, "I forgot the pan was still hot, ow—"
He stopped.
Sasuke stared at him.
That had been it.
Only for a second. Barely a heartbeat—for the same moment the panic had been in his chest when Naruto yelped, gone the moment the smile was back on his face. His eyes had snapped into clarity, the blood humming through the air, urging him to move forwards, urging him to rush forwards, as if something in him snapped in reaction to Naruto's—
"Pain," he said, staring at Naruto's neck. "I think it's triggered by pain."
"It—uh. Really?"
Naruto blinked, and Sasuke nodded. He couldn't be sure, but—but then—
Naruto twisted around, and kicked the cabinet.
"Ah!" he yelped. "Fuck, that was way too—"
He stopped.
Sasuke did, too.
The smile slowly spread across Naruto's face.
"Did it work?" he asked, and Sasuke breathed. Breathed, fuck, right in Naruto's face, he hadn't even felt himself move— "It worked, didn't it?"
"Of course it did," Sasuke said, dropping to his knees. "Why did you—you moron—"
"Yeah, I kicked way too hard," Naruto laughed. "Sorry, I think I—I might've chipped my nail a little. Uh—"
Sasuke grabbed his foot, and Naruto used his thigh to get his balance back.
"Moron," he said, again, running his thumb along Naruto's skin.
"Ass," Naruto said, the laugh colouring his voice. "Pain. God, you—this means—you know this means you think I look like I'm stubbing my toe when I'm cummi—"
"It's not the same! It could be any—kind of pain, that—"
Naruto laughed again, and Sasuke deflated, pulling Naruto to rest his foot on his thigh.
"Moron," he muttered again, and Naruto's hand moved to his shoulder to grip his shirt.
"I know," he said, "it's that pleasure that's so intense it's like it's painful. But c'mon."
Sasuke huffed out a breath, but Naruto's grin only widened.
"That was it completely, though?" he asked, using Sasuke to keep his balance. "The neck, and the feelings, and all the stuff you listed yesterday—it was all of that?"
"Yes," Sasuke said, breathing out. "I…yes. It was exactly the same."
Naruto's smile widened. Sasuke bumped his forehead to Naruto's knee and breathed again—the relief that came after the adrenaline, that rush that drove him forwards—
"You okay?" Naruto asked, his hand warm and tender against Sasuke's neck.
Sasuke pulled back, looking up at him. He didn't need to answer, he thought, from the way Naruto's smile immediately widened.
"Told you we'd figure it out," he said, and Sasuke huffed out a breath.
"You did," Sasuke said. "I didn't plan on you breaking your toe in the process, but…"
Naruto laughed.
"It's fine!" he said, pulling it back. "I can put weight on it, see?"
He put it down, but something in his face twinged—
"Careful," Sasuke said, snapping to him. Nearly jumping to his feet, he held himself steady by gripping Naruto's ankle, but if the pain had persisted for a second longer—
"Sorry," Naruto said, freezing in place. "You—that was it again?"
"Yes," Sasuke said, breathing out. "Fuck."
"No, no, hang on," Naruto said. "You didn't even stand that time. You just sort of twitched—that was you, not the garlic, right?"
Sasuke nodded.
"It was me," he said, still breathing out his relief. "The garlic stopped me, but it was…"
Naruto's smile widened.
Sasuke's heart wavered.
"Don't look at me like that," he said, pained in the most decadent way. "Not all of us have the same faith in me you have."
"Well, you should," Naruto said, using Sasuke to keep his weight off his foot. "I've been right every time so far."
Sasuke huffed out a laugh, but Naruto didn't waver at all. He was just—unshakable. Relentless. Naruto picked a truth and came at it with all the determination he had—
"But I'll wear the garlic, don't worry. As long as it takes for you to believe in yourself," Naruto said, his hand moving up into Sasuke's hair. "'Cause it worked, right…?"
Sasuke breathed in.
"You felt it before. Right? But it stopped you?"
"It...yes."
It had.
And Sasuke breathed out his relief, again—he'd snapped to Naruto's side automatically, and the question to whether he'd be able to fight the urge if it came up without him being ready for it was not something he wanted to answer—
But he hadn't needed to ask it at all.
The garlic had stopped him. Like a barrier had been around Naruto's neck, pausing him in place, keeping him away—
"Which means the garlic works," Naruto said, thumb tracing behind his ear, "right…?"
Yes.
Sasuke met Naruto's eye.
"I—I mean—" Naruto stuttered, "not that we have to do anything now, of course, um, but for—"
"Did you wash the garlic off your wrists?"
"I—oh. Yeah, yeah, I...did…"
Naruto's voice trailed off as his wrist was pulled to Sasuke's mouth. He wouldn't be biting for long, though—not drinking, just biting enough for it to work…
Sasuke put Naruto's foot in his palm, pulled the sock away, and bent forwards to kiss the top of his toes. His big one, mainly, which was significantly redder than the rest.
Stupid.
Hurting himself just to help Sasuke...always putting Sasuke first. Always caring about him. Always being there for him. Sasuke had no idea what he'd done to earn this place in Naruto's heart.
He'd be working to earn it for the rest of his life.
"Better?" he asked, sitting up. Naruto nodded, slipping his foot from Sasuke's grip and finding his balance again—something he looked to be struggling with, if the way he still held the counter was anything to go by.
Hm.
Sasuke let his other knee hit the floor. Naruto swallowed as he sat up, breathed in as he didn't stand...and Sasuke waited, patiently, one hand on the jeans Naruto had only slipped on for their trip outside. Tight on the hips, too tough to tug down, but certainly easy on the eyes…
Naruto undid the button.
And the zipper came next, and then Sasuke was helping Naruto pull the rest of the fabric just far enough away to pull his cock free—already partially hard, just from the barest hint of Sasuke being close to him—
Sasuke leaned forwards, and Naruto's fingers threaded through his hair. He'd gotten better at this. More comfortable with this—Sasuke had no problem keeping his fangs from growing, no problem feeling the hum of this blood without letting it control him. He was intimately familiar with the way it rushed—the way it grew, feeling Naruto's cock grow from soft to solid in his mouth—
Naruto groaned, and Sasuke wanted to give him everything.
"Fuck," Naruto breathed, grabbing at the counter. Sasuke pulled back to let him lean against it, looking up at his furrowed brow, panting lips—
They smiled.
"Wanna bite me now, asshole?"
He had.
For a moment there, he had. But he'd recognized and known it now, safe in the knowledge that the garlic would hold him back—safe in the understanding, in his head, that this instinct was mistaken, like the way he flinched from bright lights his body thought were the sun—
This instinct was wrong, and he would tell it so.
Sasuke kissed along Naruto's skin and looked up, catching his eye—catching his hand, threading their fingers together—Naruto squeezed them tight as Sasuke moved forwards again, willing his fangs back and looking firmly away as he took Naruto in—
"Ah, fuck—"
Naruto clutched his hand and then pulled at it, and it took Sasuke another two pulls to get the signal. Swallowing was a test they'd yet to try, and with Sasuke's reaction to ramen, neither was rushing to do so. Besides, Naruto's mouth had gone unkissed for far too long, and Sasuke kept his eyes closed and reminded himself it was pleasure that Naruto moaned with, especially as he pressed his hand between them with his hips, breathing into Naruto's mouth, taunting himself with everything he could have, he could, but—
Naruto reached under his waistband, and Sasuke gently pulled his wrist away.
"Not yet," he said, breathless and wanting. Naruto muttered a small, "why not?" as he pulled his hand away, focusing on grabbing Sasuke's ass instead—
"I'm pushing my limits," Sasuke said, testing just how far he could kiss...stopping at Naruto's cheek—the jaw was too far, the ear was too close...good. Good… "Making sure I won't…"
He breathed out. Naruto pulled back, scanning his eyes with a small smile—
"I can do that."
His hand gently flicked Sasuke's waitband again, but didn't go any further. Sasuke...oh. Hm.
"You have something planned?"
Naruto ducked his head.
"I have an idea," he said, biting his beautiful lip, "yeah. If you're up for it."
Sasuke felt himself laugh, breathless and weak. If he was up for it—as if Sasuke could deny Naruto something he wanted right now. As if Naruto would ever propose something he didn't want—
"Go on."
Naruto ducked his head again.
"Um," he said, loosely catching Sasuke's fingers with his own, "c'mere."
Sasuke let himself be pulled. Naruto stepped around him and moved down the hall, past the cat whose energy had finally left her. Sasuke spared Dia's sleeping form another glance before ducking into the bedroom, watching Naruto tumble over the bed—
He leaned over the side, stretching into the drawer in his bedside table, and pulled out—
Oh.
Naruto let the bottle of lube fall between them, and Sasuke felt a little bit breathless.
"Y'know, um," he said, kneeling on the bed with his still-undone pants, "if you want."
Sasuke smiled. He couldn't help it. There was Naruto, on the bed, looking nervous and willing and like Sasuke would stand here and say anything but yes. Anything but whatever you want. Anything but anything for you.
He reached under his shirt—or Naruto's, one of the many dark shirts of Naruto's that seemed to find their way into his pile of laundry—and tossed it to the floor.
Naruto laughed.
"Yeah?" he asked, and Sasuke flicked the button of his pants open.
Naruto laughed again and crawled over to him. Sasuke caught him by the waist and grabbed his pants the same time Naruto grabbed his, pressing a soft, smiling kiss to his lips.
"I like you so much," Naruto said, beaming and beautiful.
"You're not so bad yourself," Sasuke whispered, scanning his eyes. Something about these moments, when it was dark and quiet and Naruto was just looking at him, like this...smiling at him, like this. That something was stuck in his throat. That something felt twisted in his chest. Sasuke looked at Naruto, and he felt…
Yeah.
He wasn't going to be able to hold this love in much longer.
Naruto leaned in to kiss him again, and Sasuke sighed into his mouth. He leaned into the kiss like he'd never felt the warmth before, indulging himself in feeling the body of the man that was doing everything he ever could have to have Sasuke the happiest he could be. The most comfortable he could be. Sasuke pulled Naruto to stand only to push him back down again, their clothes now fully forgotten on the floor—he held his body to Naruto's and let himself be rolled around, let himself be tumbled onto the mattress, as weak against these sheets as he always was—
"God, I love doing this," Naruto muttered, and Sasuke hid his smile with the back of his hand. Naruto was already kissing his way to Sasuke's hips—a familiar motion, at this point, and one Sasuke was endlessly happy with. Naruto was generous in every way, and the bedroom was no exception...
Naruto took him into his mouth, and Sasuke reeled back into the blankets. The warmth was consuming, the pleasure rocked through him and held him down, like Naruto's hands on his hips—Sasuke breathed out and knew this, in moments like this, is when he would watch his control slip from his grasp. This is when he would be powerless, when he'd fall to his instincts, and yet—
Naruto met his eyes, and Sasuke was not afraid.
"I'm not gonna get you like this," Naruto said, kissing the words to Sasuke's thigh, "but I'm gonna get you close. Okay?"
Sasuke nodded, and Naruto went back down on him. Sasuke dug his heel into the sheets, and let out a low breath, letting the pleasure fill his senses, twist him from the inside out, Sasuke—
"Sasuke—" Naruto asked, and the lube was in his hand.
"Yes," Sasuke said, sitting up—he was so ready. He wanted so badly. There was so much desire in Naruto's eyes and Sasuke wanted to know everything they wanted to do to him—he wanted to live in that look, he—
He leaned back, and Naruto pushed forwards.
"Just a finger," he whispered, as it pressed into him. Sasuke breathed out, taking in the new feeling as it came—conscious of the way Naruto was undoubtedly scanning every inch of his face for any hint of discomfort—
"I'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable, Naruto," he said, smiling. Naruto ducked his head and laughed, pressing a small kiss to Sasuke's knee.
"I know," he said. "Okay, though?"
"Mm. Keep going."
Naruto's smile widened.
"Okay," he said, sliding back down again. And Sasuke expected to feel Naruto's mouth, but he didn't expect the way it would feel with the finger pushing forwa—oh—oh, okay, alright, Sasuke breathed in—
And out. And out, and out, and out, and out—Naruto was back to doing that thing with his tongue as it ran up and down him, swirling around his head, taking him back in—and that already had Sasuke's mind numb, already had him loose and lost, but Naruto's finger pushed in with gentle emphasis, pressing up as his mouth moved down, gently feeling with the second one, pausing for a moment, waiting for Sasuke to stop him—
He didn't, and Naruto pushed it in.
He was close. Getting closer by the second. Naruto spread his fingers out and moved them around, testing for Sasuke's reaction, searching for—for—
"Ah—!"
That. Oh god, that—Sasuke reeled back and saw stars, he couldn't—he was—
"Naru—" he said, desperate, "Naruto, I'm going to cum, I'm—w—"
Naruto pulled up, but didn't relent.
"Get on top of me," he said, searching Sasuke's eyes—and Sasuke nodded, as if he could do anything else—Naruto pulled back, pulled out and let Sasuke tumble on top of him, weak and wanting—
His cock pressed to Naruto's, and he slowly, slowly found his feet.
That had been incredible. He still felt so weak—he still felt so wild, and he knew exactly why Naruto had done what he did because he could feel it, now, especially, as Naruto bit his lip, as Sasuke pressed their cocks together—
Sasuke was on the edge, and Naruto was vulnerable. Sasuke was wild and Naruto laid underneath him, trusting—the garlic would hold him back, but Naruto had pulled him as close as he could come—
"Fuck," Naruto said, arching back, "you feel so good—"
And it was there. It was there, this stupid urge that said he could bite him, he should bite him, that there was pain he could spare Naruto from—
No.
Sasuke held his instincts back, and relaxed against Naruto's touch. He was closer, now. He was breathing heavier, feeling harder—and Sasuke was feeling stronger, like he could sit up and press to Naruto and make him cum, make them both cum, make—
"Sasuke—" Naruto said, stuttered and breathing— "Sasuke, are—"
"I'm okay," he said, and he shuddered. He trembled, he pushed into Naruto and pushed them together and felt it as Naruto's legs wrapped around him and his hips rose up and down and up and against him—Naruto's breaths came in gasps and moans and strained sighs of Sasuke's name—his brow was furrowed and his eyes were hazy and Sasuke felt the urge in him to jump to Naruto's side but he couldn't—he couldn't bite him, he couldn't bite him at all, yes—
"'Ske—" Naruto said, voice rising, "I'm—"
"Yeah," Sasuke breathed, Sasuke wanted, Sasuke felt Naruto's body tense to his and his pleasure spiked—he grabbed Naruto so tight it must have bruised—
"Fuck—!" Naruto yelled, and Sasuke came harder than he ever had. He saw black, he couldn't see a thing—couldn't feel a thing, he went so numb that he collapsed against Naruto's body, breathing in—
Fuck—ah, fuck, fuck, Sasuke immediately yanked himself back—
"Sorry!" Naruto said, sitting up— "Sorry, I'm sorry—"
"It's—" Sasuke sneezed again, "it's okay, it's—ah. Sorry. I didn't touch it, don't—don't worry, I just forgot."
Naruto let out a small laugh.
"Well, that's—that's good, right?"
Sasuke sniffed, laughing again.
"Yeah," he said, breathless. "Yeah, it is."
Naruto's smile widened. And Sasuke stared at it, feeling...consumed. Overwhelmed. Sasuke felt something stuck in his throat and tight in his chest—felt something bubble under his tongue, building like a breath—he just—he was just so—
He fell down, pressing his head to Naruto's bare chest.
Naruto let out a soft laugh.
"C'mon. You can't fall asleep yet, we've gotta get cleaned up," he said, poking at Sasuke.
"I know," he said, unmoving. "I'm not asleep."
"Uh-huh," Naruto laughed, but he didn't push him away. And Sasuke just...needed a minute. Another minute. Naruto was warm and kind and Sasuke was stuck somewhere between relief and gratitude and love, again, this love, again—
He'd held it in for so long, he wasn't sure how to let it out again. How did he put it into words? How did he tell Naruto, the way Naruto was so good at telling him—Sasuke swallowed and sighed and felt Naruto's gentle kiss to the top of his head—
"It's drying on you, isn't it," he muttered, and Naruto let out a small, pitiful laugh.
"It—yeah, but I don't mind! It's okay—" he said, laughing and earnest as Sasuke pulled away— "it's only a little—uh, itchy—"
Sasuke laughed, shaking his head.
"Moron," he sighed, getting to his shaky, shaky feet. "Let's get cleaned up."
Naruto flopped back into the bed with a happy sigh. They hadn't even bothered with clothes again—yet, anyway, he'd probably get cold in a minute, but he'd had a warm happy shower right after a warm happy Sasuke and that left him giddy and comfortable and content to cuddle right up to the love of his life—
"How was that?" he asked, resting his head on his arm.
Sasuke let out a breath, rolling away as if that would hide any of the brilliant smile on his face—
"...Perfect," he muttered, rubbing his hand over his smile. Naruto pressed just close enough to keep his neck away. He'd had to re-do all the garlic—although this one had been kinda rushed—
"It worked, yeah? Did you feel like you—you wanted to bite me?"
"I did," Sasuke said, "and yes, it worked. Everything you did worked. I…"
Naruto let out another happy laugh, rolling onto his back.
"Awesome," he laughed. "I'm gonna have to make a ton of that. Least now we know we can have sex, if we...um."
Sasuke's head rolled to face him.
"I mean!" Naruto said quickly, sitting up, panicking— "Not—not right now! Just—just, y'know, in the future, if we—uh—if you—"
"Not now, then?" Sasuke asked, the smile pulling at his lips.
"'Course not, uh—unless you—uh," Naruto stopped. "Do you?"
Sasuke's smile widened.
"Did I not participate in this testing?" he asked, and Naruto—Naruto—uh—
"O-oh. Oh. Um."
"We can wait if you'd like," Sasuke continued, rolling over.
"If I'd—Sas—"
"I don't mind."
"Sasuke," Naruto laughed, catching his goddamn breath, "you're killing me here—back up, hang on—you sure? You want to—"
"I'm fine with waiting," Sasuke told him. "I'm also fine with...not."
"Um," Naruto said, swallowing, staring at the very naked Sasuke in his bed, staring at him, smile on his face and heat in his eyes— "let's...not?"
Sasuke's arm reached up.
"Let's not," he said, pulling Naruto down.
The kiss was soft and tantalizingly slow. Naruto held himself over Sasuke, one arm on the bed and the other under his chin, just a gentle touch...Sasuke's hand moved through his hair and tugged it, gently, towards him—as if asking Naruto to move closer, as if beckoning him—Naruto sighed into the kiss and felt it, felt Sasuke's lips against his, felt their bodies falling together, felt himself press his forehead to Sasuke's as he just tried to breathe—
"Go put more garlic on."
Naruto's heart skipped about seven beats.
"Y—yeah?" he said, as if Sasuke hadn't just straight up told him that was what he wanted. But Sasuke only nodded, only smiled and indulged him and held onto Naruto's hand even as he pulled it away. Naruto lingered for way longer than he needed to and stared longer than he should have, leaning past the doorway to stare at Sasuke's smug, amused little smile...gah.
He turned around, running a hand through his hair as he bit down on his smile. Was it too soon to say I love you? Naruto felt like he thought it every day. And after he'd jumped right into the confession the first time, Naruto felt like he maybe should just—just follow Sasuke's lead on this one...maybe. Maybe.
Naruto huffed out a breath.
He'd see how the night went.
He dug out the little jar he'd sealed and washed and tucked into the back—he'd probably need to get into a regular habit of this, if it made Sasuke this comfortable. Like a weird sort of cologne…
Hey, maybe he could rig something with a spray bottle.
Naruto snorted a little and went over his neck again, just in case. He cleaned his hands as it dried—real good, real thorough, under his nails and everything. He didn't know what Sasuke was gonna prefer, but, um...but, um…
Naruto let out a low breath.
Wow. He was kinda nervous.
He straightened up and ducked back down the hall—Dia had moved, now, to the little cat tower Iruka had bought for them, happily sleeping away, tucked firmly into a little ball...Naruto spared her a smile before he stopped at the bathroom, grabbing the towels they'd already used tonight on his way back to Sasuke—
Sasuke. Naruto almost melted at the sight.
"That was fast," Sasuke greeted him, very naked and very comfortable. His smile was teasing and warm—he laid with his elbow propped up and his head resting on it, and the sheets were so low on his hips that they might as well have not been there at all—
If Naruto didn't know any better, he'd think he was being seduced.
"Yeah," he said, walking forwards, "I've got you waiting for me."
Sasuke's smile widened. It opened and looked away and Naruto knew the blush was on his face—he knelt on the bed as Sasuke pressed a hand to his chest—
"Stay there," he said, kneeling up.
"Here?" Naruto asked, breathless. Sasuke's hand slid around him, feeling it's way to his back, around to his hips, back again—
"Mhm," Sasuke hummed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "I'm testing you."
"Testing—" Naruto breathed out, swallowing his words as they came. Sasuke kissed his shoulder again, moving to his collarbones, his nose bumping against Naruto's chest, his hands firm and pulling, flat and warm and Naruto shuddered in a breath—
"Good," Sasuke said, breathing out. "It's good."
Sasuke fell back onto the bed.
Naruto fell over him.
It was weird, being with someone like this. Someone who fit him so well, so easily. Every time something tried to make them stumble, it just...fizzled away. All of Naruto's problems just fizzled away. When he was kissing Sasuke, when he was close to Sasuke, when he was just here, beside him, with him, in any way at all, Naruto felt—
Something pressing to his side.
Oh—Naruto pulled back to take it, pulled back only to be kissed again, to be pushed by Sasuke's lips as he pressed the lube further against Naruto's hand—
But Naruto couldn't help but smile, and Sasuke breathed out a laugh as it broke the kiss.
"Listen," he started, because he was sure Sasuke was laughing at him, "it's a lot more than a couple fingers. It's—"
"I know," Sasuke said, "and if I don't like it, we probably have a back up plan."
Naruto laughed.
"Oh, we do, do we?" he asked, leaning in. Sasuke's smile stretched against his lips—
"Don't we?" Sasuke muttered, hands already back on him. "Are you protesting?"
Naruto laughed and sighed into the touch—
"Not at all."
He kissed Sasuke again, indulging himself in how easy this all was. How natural. There wasn't a bit of tension in Sasuke's body, just comfort and happiness and everything Naruto loved so much—
God.
He loved Sasuke so much.
He pressed one last kiss to Sasuke's lips before he moved back again. It was a good thing he'd already cum once today, because with Sasuke being the way he was right now, lasting would be...whew.
A challenge.
Naruto spared him one more glance before he leaned off the side of the bed, reaching for his little drawer where the lube had been too. He'd bought them at the same time—just in—y'know, just in case, with the way things were...the way Naruto felt. The way Sasuke kept looking at him...
He pulled back, flicking his thumb under the flap of the box, and Sasuke's smile widened.
"Well, look at you go."
Naruto laughed, and the box flicked open.
"What?" he teased. "Did you think I'd let you down?"
Sasuke let out a laugh, pushing some of his hair back.
"Not for a second."
Naruto ducked his head, but Sasuke's hand caught him at the fingertips. Naruto laughed and let himself be pulled, the condoms spilling out between them as they kissed—Sasuke was warm and smiling and so contagiously happy that Naruto just wanted to stay here forever. Just press their foreheads together, let his nose bump into Sasuke's cheek, let their breath mix in between, breathe a little bit faster...press a little bit harder...kiss a little bit more, a little bit deeper, a little bit—
Sasuke's knees rose up, and Naruto took the hint. He pressed one last kiss to Sasuke's lips before he pulled away, letting his hand run down Sasuke's ribs, up his thigh—pressing a kiss to his knee as it rested against him, up and ready...
Sasuke would be loose, but it would still be new. New and overwhelming and if Naruto wanted to get it on the good side of all of that, he'd have to go slow. And that suited him just fine, really, with the way Sasuke was right now—more time to feel him, more time to have him…
Naruto definitely wasn't complaining.
He coated his fingers and pressed them in, slowing his pace on Sasuke's cock. And Sasuke's head leaned back against the pillows—he breathed out, tensing and then relaxing again as Naruto pushed his fingers forwards. He had to stretch him more this time, focus on moving instead of pleasure, but that didn't mean he couldn't…
Naruto leaned down, and Sasuke's hand wove through his hair.
He heard Sasuke breathe out as he took him in. He felt it, too, as Sasuke's hand grabbed tighter—as his thigh tensed against Naruto's shoulder. Naruto let his tongue run up as he eyed the lube again, maybe a bit longer before a third finger, but—
"That good?" he asked, breathless. Sasuke laughed in answer, but Naruto was always gonna check—Naruto was gonna ask over and over again if only to hear that—
"Yes. Obvious—ly..."
His voice broke and trailed off as Naruto went down on him again. He loved making Sasuke tell him. He loved hearing it. Naruto felt exposed and raw and full of emotion so bursting he physically couldn't seem to hold any of it back, and when he could make Sasuke feel the same—when he could get him on that edge, get him reeling, breathing heavy and fast and unable to even form words anymore—
"Nn—!"
Naruto looked up.
"Don't—don't stop—what—"
Oh.
Naruto pressed his fingers forward again.
"Nn—fuck, Naruto, that—"
"S'good?" he asked, coming up again. Lifting Sasuke's leg with him, pressing their lips together, pressing their cocks together, Sasuke breathed into him and Naruto wanted more, Naruto wanted him, Naruto wanted him so bad—
"I'm—Naruto, you have to—"
"I'll put in another finger."
"Another—" Sasuke breathed out as Naruto pulled back. "I'm—there's no way I'll last."
Naruto laughed a little.
"So cum again," he said, opening the lid with his clean hand. "And again."
He spread it on his fingers.
"And again."
He moved back, slipping his knee back under Sasuke's thigh.
"And again…"
He pushed his fingers in.
"Fuck," Sasuke said, gripping him tight, letting go with a breath, "Naruto—"
"Mm?" he asked, right between Sasuke's legs again, pushing forwards—
"I—I can't—"
Naruto relented, just the smallest bit.
"You don't have to last," he told Sasuke, scanning his face. "I mean it."
"I want to," Sasuke said, breathing heavy. "Don't let me cum yet. Yet. I..."
Naruto's smile widened.
"Whatever you say," he said, and Sasuke hid his smile behind his hand. "I need to stretch you out a bit more, though, okay?"
"Mm," Sasuke said, and Naruto stretched his fingers out again. Sasuke breathed out and closed his eyes, as if so overwhelmed by the feeling he could barely see—Naruto pressed his smile to Sasuke's knee, letting his fingers flex and extend and flex again...Sasuke was beautiful and vulnerable and completely at Naruto's mercy. And he knew Sasuke trusted him—obviously, yes, he knew that—but every time Sasuke showed him how much, Naruto just felt...he felt so…
Gah. He needed to relent again.
"Fuck," Sasuke breathed out, letting the sheets fall from his hands. His fists had been tight and clawing, and Naruto shifted, ever so slightly, to intertwine his free hand with Sasuke's—
"Sorry," he said, biting his lip, "I keep getting carried away…"
"Get carried away over here," Sasuke muttered, a breathless, loose smile on his face. "Am I ready yet?"
Naruto let out a laugh.
"What're you, impatient?"
Sasuke gently nudged his foot into Naruto's arm.
"Among other things," he said, and Naruto laughed again.
"Okay, okay," he said, laughing a quick kiss to Sasuke's lips. "But if it's too much, tell me. I can switch back or we can try me or we don't have to keep going at all, okay?"
"I know," Sasuke said, an indulgent smile on his face. "Come here."
Naruto breathed out a trembling laugh, indulging Sasuke in another two...three...many kisses before he pulled back. He was lucky he'd had enough of a brain to remember the towels, because he was all but lost right now—
"It'll, um," he said, trying his desperate best not to let on how dry his mouth was, "it'll be easier to enter you from behind. We can switch afterwards, but as you get used to it…"
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, but obeyed. His legs stayed spread ever so slightly, and Naruto swallowed as he glanced back, eyeing Naruto as he came closer.
"Okay," Naruto breathed, his cock pressing up against Sasuke— "Ready?"
Sasuke leaned into the pillows.
"Ready."
Naruto pushed forwards.
Sasuke dug his nails into the pillow. Naruto hadn't—hadn't been lying, it was a lot, and Sasuke—Sasuke breathed out and felt Naruto press in and in and in and in—
"Okay?" he whispered, pausing. "I'm—almost halfway."
Almost halfway. Okay. Okay.
"Yeah," Sasuke said, finding the strength in his arms again. "Let me…"
He breathed out and...pushed back. Just a little, just ever so slightly—
Naruto inhaled.
"Alright?" Sasuke asked, pausing—
"Fucking incredible," Naruto laughed, and Sasuke felt himself smile. "I'm going crazy over here. You—"
Sasuke pushed back a little more.
"Fuck, Sasuke—"
Sasuke bit his lip and hissed out a breath, spreading his legs a little more, pushing himself a little more—Naruto was nearly in him completely, now, and it made him feel—weak. Weak and trembling and full of hot, singing desire, like a pot filled with water ready to bubble over the edge—
Sasuke wanted to go over the edge. He wanted Naruto to take him there. God, he wanted Naruto to take him there—Sasuke breathed out and pushed back and felt himself stop—
Oh. Oh.
He was in.
"Fucking hell, you're hot," Naruto breathed out, and Sasuke smiled into the pillow. "You bastard, you—"
Naruto gripped him by the hips, and Sasuke's desire spiked.
"Um. I—if you want me to try moving, let—"
"Try moving."
He heard Naruto breathe out, and felt his hands move around—muffled the moan in the pillow as Naruto reached around and slowly began to pump his cock, with that loose but firm grip he'd gotten so fucking perfect at doing—Sasuke trembled as Naruto pulled his cock back and gasped as he pushed it in, he reeled as he pushed in a little bit more, he arched as he pulled back—Naruto got a little bolder and Sasuke lost his mind a little more—it was all he could do to breathe, all he could to to hold on, gripping and burying himself into the pillows as Naruto began to really fuck him—
"Sas—fuck, Sasuke, is that—"
"It's good," Sasuke told him, Sasuke begged him, if Naruto stopped now he thought he might explode— "it's good, keep going, keep—"
Naruto breathed out and fell over him, hugging him as close as he could while keeping his neck away. Sasuke closed his eyes and knew he was safe—knew he was warm and loved and fuck, he fell into the pillows and fell to whatever Naruto wanted him to do, followed the touch to the ends of the earth, arched for his hands and thrust with his hips and sat back, sat up, meeting Naruto's lips in a messy, desperate kiss as Naruto continued to thrust in him—
"Sasuke," Naruto said, and Sasuke saw stars as he paused, "your eyes—"
"I want to see you," he breathed out, letting them flicker off. "I'm sorry. I—"
Naruto gently, gently pulled out. Sasuke swallowed his disappointment as Naruto rolled him over—
"Turn them back on," Naruto told him, and Sasuke—
"...Oh."
He breathed in, and let his eyes flicker to red. Naruto looked perfect in the evening light—his lips thoroughly kissed and his gaze just as dazed and desperate as Sasuke wanted him to be—Naruto pushed himself underneath him, pressing Sasuke back against the headboard, kissing him hard—
Sasuke arched into the touch, feeling Naruto enter him again.
Sasuke took the lead, this time. Naruto leaned back and caught his hand just as it came a bit too close to his neck—he gripped Naruto's arms instead, just under his shoulders, lowering himself with much more ease than the first time—
"Fucking hell, 'ske—"
Sasuke's eyes snapped open.
The pleasure reeled in his head, bouncing against the urge to bite Naruto, the panic at the furrow in his brow and daze in his eyes, but the scent of Naruto's skin burned with garlic and Sasuke couldn't go closer—he couldn't—he was so close—he met Naruto's eyes and saw them so clearly—
Naruto smiled.
"No biting," he said, pushing forwards, "vampire."
Sasuke's voice broke. He couldn't help it. Naruto held him back and Sasuke was powerless to resist, he could just let himself give in, just give in and stop fighting and just be and know that Naruto would make everything okay, he always did, he always—
"I love you," he gasped, arching and reeling and cumming—he was cumming, he was— "I love you, Naruto, I—"
He cut himself off in a strained gasp, the pleasure punching the wind out of him. His orgasm rocked in time with Naruto and Sasuke trembled and rode it, rode him, rode out the pleasure until it softened, softened, softened, softened—
Oh.
Oh…
Sasuke was shaking.
"I love you too," Naruto said, catching him as he collapsed, staring at him with desperate, happy, red-rimmed eyes, "Sasuke—"
Sasuke laughed, and Naruto clutched him closer. Clutched him a bit too close—Sasuke laughed and sneezed and yelped and sneezed again—
"Sorry, I'm sorry!" Naruto said, frantically pulling back and freezing in place and— "Hang on, I'm—I'll pull out—"
Sasuke laughed again, holding his trembling hands to Naruto's arms to help keep him stable. He was exhausted. He was so tired.
He'd never felt so light in his life.
"Hey," Naruto said, and Sasuke might as well have melted, "think you're okay to come get cleaned up?"
Sasuke let out a small laugh.
"I think you're going to need to carry me."
The world was awake by the time they fell asleep. Sasuke had been able to hear the muffled rush of morning cars, keys being jingled, doors being shut. Naruto had insisted he wear Sasuke's sweater at least, overtop of the garlic, so they could cuddle as close as possible without worrying about where Sasuke's hands would end up at night, and Sasuke—
Sasuke had almost wanted to tell him it wasn't necessary. Not the sweater, not the garlic. It sounded insane, this early, after the terror that had wracked through him, but Naruto's insistence that he could trust himself, trust himself, trust himself—
It almost had Sasuke believing it.
It almost had Sasuke thinking he understood it. Like it made sense, in the bizarre sort of way that all of this did—if it was pain, and if it was stronger now, building in time with Sasuke's acceptance that yes, he was in love, and yes, Naruto really did love him back—then it could just be an instinct to...heal. If it was caused by injury and as a vampire he healed injury, then wanting to turn someone at the sight of pain—
Like an instinct to protect someone he loved. When he thought of it that way...it didn't sound so bad.
It might have been nice if the instinct weren't so strong, but it wasn't so bad. And that tired optimism was no doubt Naruto's influence, because nothing at all in Sasuke's life seemed so bad right now. In fact, it felt pretty perfect. And Naruto had been close and smiling and muttered the word "love" about a thousand times and Sasuke had found the laugh back on his lips with every one. And when they'd finally fallen asleep, Sasuke's head had been filled with thoughts of perfect, perfect sex, and he'd awoken...hot. A little bit shaking. A little bit trembling. It had taken one look at Naruto for him to grab the condoms off the side of the bed, and it had only taken a second of Naruto reaching out for Sasuke to breathlessly take it—
Sasuke returned last night's favour. Twice.
And so both of their knees were weak today. Naruto kept looking over at him with hearts in his eyes and Sasuke felt like falling at his feet every time he walked by. He felt like he was floating. He'd never loved someone like this.
"I'm gonna have to get more garlic," Naruto said, hiding his smile behind his fist.
Sasuke let out a soft laugh, looking away. Yes, yes he...probably would. He definitely would. The nerves had given way for pleasure and comfort and something devastatingly intimate, and that feeling was...addicting. Really addicting. If Sasuke's body hadn't been so thoroughly satisfied they would have been back in the bedroom already, but as it was—he was just filled with vivid, vivid memories.
Naruto's smile widened.
"Shit," he laughed, looking away, "I—I—god, I'm so glad you said I love you. I'd be going nuts. I love you. A lot."
He laughed again, running a hand through his hair. Sasuke sat up, closer and happy, catching Naruto by the hand.
"What was stopping you from telling me?" he asked, scanning his face. Naruto groaned and laughed and ducked down, pulling Sasuke's hand to him to press a kiss to its back—
"Nerves," he muttered against it. "And I—I don't know. I didn't know if—"
He sat up, and Sasuke sat a little straighter.
"Y'know," Naruto said, "with your memories and stuff, I didn't know—if you'd be comfortable with something like that before you like—you knew more of yourself. Am I making any sense? I feel like I'm not making any sense—"
"You're not," Sasuke told him, and Naruto laughed. "All I have is how I feel. Everything I know is from that. Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell I loved you?"
"No," Naruto said, "no, I—"
He let out a breathless laugh.
"I dunno. I don't fuckin' know, I just kept talking myself out of it. It was too early or too much or blah blah blah—"
"It's none of those things," Sasuke told him, and the blushing smile was back on Naruto's face. "I love you."
…
Naruto laughed.
"I love you too," he said, soft and...strained. His eyes were red again, and although he had yet to completely cry today—
"Are you going to cry every time I tell you?"
"I'm really happy, okay!" Naruto protested, stuffing his face in his shirt. Sasuke laughed and settled back, admiring the view. "Don't try to—ugh. I might. I might. Um."
His shirt fell back down and he shook his head a little, breathing out.
"Love is…sort of…weirdly important, to me. Okay, no, that's not—I know it's important to everybody, but I—I kind of have a thing about it. Just—it used to be really tough to think I'd ever be loved, and I know I am now, I know that, with Iruka and everything, it's just—sometimes I get—"
Naruto waved a hand in front of his face, and Sasuke grabbed it out of the air, pulling it down between them.
Naruto blinked at him.
"I love you," Sasuke said, quiet but firm. "I want you to look at me and know that."
Naruto breathed out a shuddering laugh.
"I'm probably gonna cry again," he said, and Sasuke squeezed his hand.
"That's okay. I'm here. I love you."
Naruto laughed again, blinking quickly, but met his eye again.
"Um," he whispered.
"Do you know it?" Sasuke asked. "Do you believe me?"
Naruto stared at him for a moment longer, eyes darting between his. His eyebrows furrowed and Sasuke watched him swallow, once, and then again—
"Yeah," Naruto whispered, and it broke.
Sasuke's lips twitched.
"You keep looking at me like that and I might try to turn you," he muttered, and Naruto reeled back with a groan.
"I—d'you want me to grab the garlic? Is it wearing off? I should make myself a necklace or something."
Sasuke snorted.
"That sick of me already?"
"No!" Naruto laughed. "Asshole, I mean like—like soaking a thread in the stuff. Or a piece of cloth, if I need to cover my whole neck. I'm gonna have to wear a collar in bed—"
Naruto dissolved into laugher and Sasuke rolled his eyes, pulling him back—
"That thread bit is a good idea," he said.
"Is it?" Naruto asked. "What'd I say?"
Sasuke snorted, and Naruto gave him a sheepish grin.
"Come here, moron," he said, pulling Naruto to his feet. "I love you."
Naruto stumbled, and Sasuke caught him with a smile.
He thought he might keep this up for the rest of the day.
A/N: A little more (possible) explanation, a little more of everything else...I hope you liked this chapter, friends! We are...hmmm, rapidly approaching things! But that's all I'll say for now.
See you tomorrow!
- Kinomi