[note]: I don't own any of the Naruto boys and I'm stating that fact at the get-go, so you can't sue me.
[warning]: Shonen-ai; don't read it if you don't like that kind of stuff.
[extended summary]: A challenge ficlet -- Sasuke's thoughts while he holds Shuriken-
Naruto for a fleeting moment as part of an elaborate plan to take down Zabuza. Brackets
contain the direct text from the English volume of Naruto (Vol. 2, #14, p. 139-141)
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"catch"
by lolita
Warm, too warm to be…
[So that's what Naruto's got in mind.]
The weight drags me down.
The heat, too.
So hot he's on fire in my hand. I wonder. Would he burn if I held him another time? Tight in my fist, all sweat from my palm
and smooth-slick skin instead of metal…
[Excellent. Lots better than I expected.]
A snap of the wrist and he's spread, waiting to be thrown.
Gods, would he spread that easily, like oiled silk and fire, if I grasped him within my fingers just so? Flicked my wrist just so?
Would he make a noise, a moan, an almost-metallic catch of words in his throat?
[Demon Wind Shuriken!!! Windmill of Shadows!!]
All my weight thrust into the air, my weight and his. We float for a moment, caught in time, in chance, in a sinfully, violently innocent
moment too quick and too wrong to think of again.
I only hope it haunts me tonight as I sleep.
Or today in the next life if I die here and now.
It's all I'll probably get, this moment and that accident-kiss-morsel-mouthful, that temptation I had to lie and sputter and spit about
at the time.
Too bad.
And then I hurl him away from me.
It's better this way.
Right?
.end.