Eyes like Yours
By: Torn Little Butterfly
Standard Disclaimers apply; because I can't make one up for myself... lol...
AU, R... ish..., drug abuse, lime
Sneak Peak: "Let's get out of here." Sasuke had said, turning to look Naruto straight in the face, thin lips in a hard white line. "Let's go to a place where no one would know our names." His eyes were sad, longing, wanting with so much fervor what he'd been asking, voice quivering with so much emotion, more than he'd ever heard his friend express and Naruto found that he couldn't resist.
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Chap. One: Take Me Away
The hot summer burned at the back of his throat like dark sultry whisky, warmth washing over his unmoving body, wind that was not cool burning trails of feather brushes up and down his bare arms and legs. The voice of the man on the radio sounded heavy and nostalgic against the glimmer music in the back ground. He sang about his loved one, the one that was about to go away, even though he didn't say it in his words.
Naruto closed his eyes against the sun above him, the smell of burning sweets thick in the air, seemingly melting from the hot sun. He heard children laughing, he heard mothers with their sweet songs masquerading as something else, and he heard the sound of the waves washing over the shore. The only cold in his body was from a bottle of Sapporo, beads of water on the bottle glistening in the sun.
Sasuke had disappeared into the crowds of people, and maybe he just didn't want to care, but it seemed so much quieter than when he was beside him saying nothing.
The blond boy sighed, feeling the tan burn into his skin, as if even the flesh beneath would darken and burn, he'd turn around, but he was too tired... too still... maybe he should sleep.
"...You're hair, it's everywhere... screaming infidelities... and taking its wear..." his soft voice running like water over the stones in a brook.
"You know, I really hate that song."
"'s why I sing it, oh Lord of the Rocks..." Whispered Naruto, blond lashes quivering against his will, heart hammering, his breath felt like ash on his lungs, he didn't expect him.
"Original, I've never heard that one." They shared a grin. Sasuke sat down and grabbed the beer from the other boy's moist hand; he took a swig, feeling it in his knees.
"The gig is tonight by the way, at the Silk Blindfold. The Potential Devils are playing. Gaara said he'd be there." Naruto pushed his sunglasses up, and you could see the whisker marks on his cheeks; his lips were quirked and uneven.
"He always is."
Naruto sat up to lean on his elbows, looking at the dark haired boy over the top of his glasses. He grinned, cat like, a smile that said let's have fun before we die.
"So, are you in?" It was like a kiss on Sasuke's skin.
"I always am."
=====
The club was a cold sanctuary, a church to the darkness of people's souls, people moved and prayed to the music that they were fed; a body was just a body in the dark where angels fell and burned their guitars on crucifixes made of metal and wood, bleeding out their love and pain like holy water to the suffering children of god.
Pale green eyes outlined in dark kohl reached out of the vivid darkness of the club, over the waving, swaying bodies that ground against each other; a mockery of love.
"Gaara," Whispered Naruto, harsh and painful through the haze of angel dust and fairy lights that swirled around him, he smiled a smile like the razors he cut himself in the boy's bathroom with.
"Naruto,"
They melded together, not because they loved each other, it wasn't even because they missed each other, but because they felt they had to do it, because there was no other way.
The band was playing, love ballads that struck you down to your knees and made you bleed, a lullaby to those who are already dead.
They danced together, mocking, loving, laughing at the daze at which they saw the world; a woman wearing dark skin and blond hair, eye shadow like stardust, lips like candied apples, beautiful like the whore she was, LA seduced all that came to her, poisoning them with her acrid perfume of smog and sex.
"Let's go..."
The hands that grabbed at the bare parts of his flesh were not just Gaara's, he didn't know anymore, but it felt good, it felt loved... because that's all everyone wanted to be.
A needle appeared out of no where, a smile on Gaara's lips.
"Angel." The blond haired boy said, blue eyes darkening, he spat it out like a curse, like a death wish.
As sudden as it came a needle left his veins, his mouth moved, but he didn't know what came out. Someone was dancing with him, touching him...
He laughed.
"Sasuke..."
Whispers of love to his neck, he knew it wasn't true, hands grasping at the clothes he'd only barely put on, the music burning like a drug in his veins, or maybe it was the drugs in his veins... swirling deep in his stomach...
But that was all he needed, and the band was above him, shining like Gods on a rampage. Neji standing at the front, hair loose, eyes closed, mouth opened wide, brow furrowed, and he looked like an orgasm.
"Not Sasuke, but close..."
Lips brushed against him, hands touching there; Neiji was looking at him, everyone was looking at him, ahh...
The friction where Gaara held him drove him wild, and he felt as if his chest was going to burst.
People say that there are fire works, that there are always fireworks... because that was beautiful...
Naruto saw LA, with her androgynous lips, with her breasts, with her eye shadow. Naruto came.
=====
Hands touched him everywhere, fingers delving deep into the inside of him, mouths attached to places they shouldn't really be.
He heard flashes around and over him.
Laughing voices, wandering hands, his gut twisting, his mouth gagged. He heard the shutting and closing of cameras, heard words he never wanted to hear, cold steel running up and down his veins, never breaking skin.
He closed his eyes, trying to tell himself that he enjoyed this, trying not to wish for someone who wasn't there.
Eyes fluttered, bony fingers digging into his.
"Gaara..."
"Come on..."
Warmth...
=====
The after party was held in a mansion that the guitarist Haku owned, up in Beverly Hills where the other stars held parties just like this one, where they ignored the footsteps of rich maniacs that would creep up at night to touch sleeping bodies and shove cold knives into forcefully quieted flesh.
Roman columns rose up from above the ground, holding up the black painted ceiling that glowed with white Christmas lights to look like the constellations. Music floated up from out of the walls, people were laughing, kissing, talking and dancing slowly all wearing white, slapping the uncovered marble floors with bare feet.
Statues of naked men and women with their arms outstretched to the fake sky of the ceiling flanked doors and windows, kisses of lipstick and wine pressed onto the cold hard flesh, sensual sort of tagging.
Blue eyes took in men and women, a tall man with silver hair, eyes drooping and bored, white crisp suit clashing with the rugged manly look of the man wearing it, surrounded by twittering women, his eyes trained on a shorter man with a pony tail and a cute butt, leaning against a wall as if he didn't care; a girl who looked like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, white kimono decorated with silver butterflies falling over her pale shoulders, walking around holding a glass of red wine in limp fingers, eyes looking like Sasuke's only until another girl with multi colored hair and eyes that shone like the backs of beetles touched her hand and filled her with the light from her eyes; another girl with light pink hair, dancing alone until a boy with a mushroom cut slipped in next to her, with a smile and a golden drink.
Naruto leaned on the dark cloth that covered Sasuke's arms, they were the only ones not wearing white, and it seemed fitting, Naruto would have laughed if he could remember how to breathe.
He looked up that the boy beside him, who stood as tall as the statues on his right, skin just as pale as the marble, eyes just as empty.
Sasuke pulled hard on the cigarette in his mouth, sharp cheeks hallowing, then exhaled, watching, with what seemed to be detached interest, the smoke rise up along with the music and laughter, curling towards the stars in the ceiling.
"Sasuke..." Naruto murmured, feeling cold and warm, feeling like the smoke fragile that came from out of Sasuke's cigarette
The other boy looked down on him, eyes reflecting nothing but the blue of Naruto's own.
"I want to go home."
Not even much of a look toward the younger boy, but a setting of thin lips and the sole eyed boy took him in his arms then walked to the door with a blond quivering head tucked into the nook of his shoulder and neck, quiet sobs breathed onto his prominent collar bones.
=====
Sasuke and Naruto lived together, they shared an apartment that was right next to a gas station and was painted a light blue. They lived in the Valley, where it was weird but alright too for two boys to live together, and the manager was a sullen woman with a stomach swollen with child who didn't ask questions but held out her hands with a key nestled in her palm.
There was a pool and a lone palm tree, leaning in over the water, almost as if it would want a taste. Children and lively dogs ran around, laughing and barking, adults with eyes like hawks watching upon them, as if the two of them would try to poison or steal their children.
But Naruto didn't care, because the rent was alright, and he got to stay with Sasuke, who made the best vegetarian sandwiches with sun dried tomatoes and lettuce so crisp and cool you could feel it in your chest, avocadoes and sliced carrots, and the smile that came with that filled his stomach with such light he felt he could live off of that forever.
They never really talked, or asked each other stupid questions. All they knew was that the one bed they had was warm when the other was in it, and even though they hadn't held each other in that way, it felt as if they did, it felt as if they have, over the centuries, over the sands of time been with each other forever, all they knew was that they could stand and tolerate each other, that they couldn't tell each other what to do, and that was enough for them.
They'd been sitting at the table watching the news with the sound off, leaning against each other for warmth, eating miso ramen and potato chips.
Naruto wondered why Sasuke hadn't asked him about what happened yet, or if he'd known all along but still didn't ask; professional courtesy.
"Let's get out of here." Sasuke had said, turning to look Naruto straight in the face, thin lips in a hard white line. "Let's go to a place where no one would know our names." His eyes were sad, longing, wanting with so much fervor what he'd been asking, voice quivering with so much emotion, more than he'd ever heard his friend express and Naruto found that he couldn't resist.
"To a place where no one would know our names..." Naruto repeated, feeling light all of a sudden, like he'd just taken off a heavy back pack after a long day at school.
Sasuke nodded, and so did he.
"Let's go Sasuke..." He murmured just before Sasuke pulled him to his chest, smothering whatever else he'd wanted to say... I'd follow you anywhere...
=====
They walked down the streets of San Francisco, feeling the streets so empty and cold, there were some bums sitting on the street, holding up signs for money or food, or sleeping. They saw a guy with greasy blond hair with as sign that said LIVING WITH AIDS, PLEASE HELP and Naruto couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart, he placed a ten dollar bill and a bag of M&M's into a can beside his feet. The man looked at him and smiled, he had really pretty eyes, even though they were dulled by the dirt on his cheeks and eye lids.
Sasuke held his hand through out the city, eyes of knowing people who couldn't say anything on them. Some of those eyes were wide, like they couldn't believe it, the others jealous and others knowing. Naruto felt like a kid again, even though he still technically was, he hadn't felt like it in a while. He felt safe with Sasuke's hand in his.
They went to the park and bought two little bottles of bubbles and some Vietnamese food: egg rolls and barbequed beef with slim noodles and a sweet amber sauce, and blew bubbles at each other in Golden Gate Park, feeling high on loss of air and each other. It was the first time he'd seen Sasuke laughing.
They checked into a hotel near the center of the city.
Sasuke almost always had an unlimited amount of money, but he'd never tell him where he'd gotten it.
They shared a bed again, this time it was a friendly elderly woman with short cut blond hair and a German accent who'd shown them their keys.
They watched TV, reveling in the fact that even though it was a six hour drive and they were still in the same state that all the channels were different.
They lay on the covers, Naruto getting distracted and looking at the blue sky among the gray of San Francisco out the window. There was almost no sun here, he thought, and all the buildings were packed together as if they were afraid to space out, as if they were scared it would be lonely. The streets were almost all one way, three to four lanes narrowing down to one lane alleys where people's buildings would open up, flower shops and coffee places hidden away except to the eyes of the people who lived there.
Open and closed, like a nun in thigh high black leather boots and a corset underneath her long black robes.
Naruto still held the little yellow plastic milk bottle filled with bubble soap in his left hand, holding onto Sasuke with his right. He tugged on the hand experimentally, wanting to see if the other boy would really turn around to look at him. And he did, though it wasn't surprising, it still gave the blond a little thrill.
"Are we going to stay in hotels forever?" He asked, leaning into the smell of Sasuke's cotton windbreaker, sweet ginger and cigarette smoke. He sighed, filling himself with the feeling of his best friend right next to him, getting high off the boy whose arms were wiry and strong.
"No, we're going to buy a house out here, one of those really old two story buildings in candy colors, the ones on the hill that I saw once when my parents took me here." Sasuke whispered talking quietly, like he wasn't used to talking at all, and was afraid someone would find faults in his voice.
"You've never talked about your parents before..." Naruto yawned, feeling warm and tingly, like he had far too much Pixi Stix and was going to get rewarded for it, but sleepy at the same time, like he was just about to crash...
"Yeah... I'd never thought it'd be important..." He whispered; quiet, like the soft hum of the air conditioner.
Naruto nodded understanding... eyes trained on their intertwined fingers.
His were lightly tanned, almost gold, like the sun shine of the Californian sun was shining down on him and being reflected by his skin, while Sasuke's were pale, the kind you'd see on a silver medallion in the night of a full moon, cold and dusky, ghostly even...
Naruto's fingers let go of the little yellow bottle and it rolled of the blue covers and into the plush carpeting, landing with a barely audible thud, he brought his hands to Sasuke's face, and brushed his fingertips over the freckles forming on the bridge of his nose, on his cheeks that could shape diamonds, on his delicately pointed chin... and he smiled... feeling the sun inside him, feeling it cool and burn on the inside only getting warmed by the heat of Sasuke's darkness.
He leaned in for a kiss, and Sasuke let him, hands never letting go, and for the first time since forever they'd made love to each other; Naruto opening up his light for Sasuke to share in the heat, and Sasuke filling Naruto with pearly moonlight tears.
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4/19/04
Chap. One End
Thanks: illusivexpeace, chibipandabear, goldielocks, and nightshade... I love you guys for being there, to push me from behind and threaten me to keep up the blabber... sob all weirdos like me need friends like you!
=====
By: Torn Little Butterfly
Standard Disclaimers apply; because I can't make one up for myself... lol...
AU, R... ish..., drug abuse, lime
Sneak Peak: "Let's get out of here." Sasuke had said, turning to look Naruto straight in the face, thin lips in a hard white line. "Let's go to a place where no one would know our names." His eyes were sad, longing, wanting with so much fervor what he'd been asking, voice quivering with so much emotion, more than he'd ever heard his friend express and Naruto found that he couldn't resist.
=====
Chap. One: Take Me Away
The hot summer burned at the back of his throat like dark sultry whisky, warmth washing over his unmoving body, wind that was not cool burning trails of feather brushes up and down his bare arms and legs. The voice of the man on the radio sounded heavy and nostalgic against the glimmer music in the back ground. He sang about his loved one, the one that was about to go away, even though he didn't say it in his words.
Naruto closed his eyes against the sun above him, the smell of burning sweets thick in the air, seemingly melting from the hot sun. He heard children laughing, he heard mothers with their sweet songs masquerading as something else, and he heard the sound of the waves washing over the shore. The only cold in his body was from a bottle of Sapporo, beads of water on the bottle glistening in the sun.
Sasuke had disappeared into the crowds of people, and maybe he just didn't want to care, but it seemed so much quieter than when he was beside him saying nothing.
The blond boy sighed, feeling the tan burn into his skin, as if even the flesh beneath would darken and burn, he'd turn around, but he was too tired... too still... maybe he should sleep.
"...You're hair, it's everywhere... screaming infidelities... and taking its wear..." his soft voice running like water over the stones in a brook.
"You know, I really hate that song."
"'s why I sing it, oh Lord of the Rocks..." Whispered Naruto, blond lashes quivering against his will, heart hammering, his breath felt like ash on his lungs, he didn't expect him.
"Original, I've never heard that one." They shared a grin. Sasuke sat down and grabbed the beer from the other boy's moist hand; he took a swig, feeling it in his knees.
"The gig is tonight by the way, at the Silk Blindfold. The Potential Devils are playing. Gaara said he'd be there." Naruto pushed his sunglasses up, and you could see the whisker marks on his cheeks; his lips were quirked and uneven.
"He always is."
Naruto sat up to lean on his elbows, looking at the dark haired boy over the top of his glasses. He grinned, cat like, a smile that said let's have fun before we die.
"So, are you in?" It was like a kiss on Sasuke's skin.
"I always am."
=====
The club was a cold sanctuary, a church to the darkness of people's souls, people moved and prayed to the music that they were fed; a body was just a body in the dark where angels fell and burned their guitars on crucifixes made of metal and wood, bleeding out their love and pain like holy water to the suffering children of god.
Pale green eyes outlined in dark kohl reached out of the vivid darkness of the club, over the waving, swaying bodies that ground against each other; a mockery of love.
"Gaara," Whispered Naruto, harsh and painful through the haze of angel dust and fairy lights that swirled around him, he smiled a smile like the razors he cut himself in the boy's bathroom with.
"Naruto,"
They melded together, not because they loved each other, it wasn't even because they missed each other, but because they felt they had to do it, because there was no other way.
The band was playing, love ballads that struck you down to your knees and made you bleed, a lullaby to those who are already dead.
They danced together, mocking, loving, laughing at the daze at which they saw the world; a woman wearing dark skin and blond hair, eye shadow like stardust, lips like candied apples, beautiful like the whore she was, LA seduced all that came to her, poisoning them with her acrid perfume of smog and sex.
"Let's go..."
The hands that grabbed at the bare parts of his flesh were not just Gaara's, he didn't know anymore, but it felt good, it felt loved... because that's all everyone wanted to be.
A needle appeared out of no where, a smile on Gaara's lips.
"Angel." The blond haired boy said, blue eyes darkening, he spat it out like a curse, like a death wish.
As sudden as it came a needle left his veins, his mouth moved, but he didn't know what came out. Someone was dancing with him, touching him...
He laughed.
"Sasuke..."
Whispers of love to his neck, he knew it wasn't true, hands grasping at the clothes he'd only barely put on, the music burning like a drug in his veins, or maybe it was the drugs in his veins... swirling deep in his stomach...
But that was all he needed, and the band was above him, shining like Gods on a rampage. Neji standing at the front, hair loose, eyes closed, mouth opened wide, brow furrowed, and he looked like an orgasm.
"Not Sasuke, but close..."
Lips brushed against him, hands touching there; Neiji was looking at him, everyone was looking at him, ahh...
The friction where Gaara held him drove him wild, and he felt as if his chest was going to burst.
People say that there are fire works, that there are always fireworks... because that was beautiful...
Naruto saw LA, with her androgynous lips, with her breasts, with her eye shadow. Naruto came.
=====
Hands touched him everywhere, fingers delving deep into the inside of him, mouths attached to places they shouldn't really be.
He heard flashes around and over him.
Laughing voices, wandering hands, his gut twisting, his mouth gagged. He heard the shutting and closing of cameras, heard words he never wanted to hear, cold steel running up and down his veins, never breaking skin.
He closed his eyes, trying to tell himself that he enjoyed this, trying not to wish for someone who wasn't there.
Eyes fluttered, bony fingers digging into his.
"Gaara..."
"Come on..."
Warmth...
=====
The after party was held in a mansion that the guitarist Haku owned, up in Beverly Hills where the other stars held parties just like this one, where they ignored the footsteps of rich maniacs that would creep up at night to touch sleeping bodies and shove cold knives into forcefully quieted flesh.
Roman columns rose up from above the ground, holding up the black painted ceiling that glowed with white Christmas lights to look like the constellations. Music floated up from out of the walls, people were laughing, kissing, talking and dancing slowly all wearing white, slapping the uncovered marble floors with bare feet.
Statues of naked men and women with their arms outstretched to the fake sky of the ceiling flanked doors and windows, kisses of lipstick and wine pressed onto the cold hard flesh, sensual sort of tagging.
Blue eyes took in men and women, a tall man with silver hair, eyes drooping and bored, white crisp suit clashing with the rugged manly look of the man wearing it, surrounded by twittering women, his eyes trained on a shorter man with a pony tail and a cute butt, leaning against a wall as if he didn't care; a girl who looked like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, white kimono decorated with silver butterflies falling over her pale shoulders, walking around holding a glass of red wine in limp fingers, eyes looking like Sasuke's only until another girl with multi colored hair and eyes that shone like the backs of beetles touched her hand and filled her with the light from her eyes; another girl with light pink hair, dancing alone until a boy with a mushroom cut slipped in next to her, with a smile and a golden drink.
Naruto leaned on the dark cloth that covered Sasuke's arms, they were the only ones not wearing white, and it seemed fitting, Naruto would have laughed if he could remember how to breathe.
He looked up that the boy beside him, who stood as tall as the statues on his right, skin just as pale as the marble, eyes just as empty.
Sasuke pulled hard on the cigarette in his mouth, sharp cheeks hallowing, then exhaled, watching, with what seemed to be detached interest, the smoke rise up along with the music and laughter, curling towards the stars in the ceiling.
"Sasuke..." Naruto murmured, feeling cold and warm, feeling like the smoke fragile that came from out of Sasuke's cigarette
The other boy looked down on him, eyes reflecting nothing but the blue of Naruto's own.
"I want to go home."
Not even much of a look toward the younger boy, but a setting of thin lips and the sole eyed boy took him in his arms then walked to the door with a blond quivering head tucked into the nook of his shoulder and neck, quiet sobs breathed onto his prominent collar bones.
=====
Sasuke and Naruto lived together, they shared an apartment that was right next to a gas station and was painted a light blue. They lived in the Valley, where it was weird but alright too for two boys to live together, and the manager was a sullen woman with a stomach swollen with child who didn't ask questions but held out her hands with a key nestled in her palm.
There was a pool and a lone palm tree, leaning in over the water, almost as if it would want a taste. Children and lively dogs ran around, laughing and barking, adults with eyes like hawks watching upon them, as if the two of them would try to poison or steal their children.
But Naruto didn't care, because the rent was alright, and he got to stay with Sasuke, who made the best vegetarian sandwiches with sun dried tomatoes and lettuce so crisp and cool you could feel it in your chest, avocadoes and sliced carrots, and the smile that came with that filled his stomach with such light he felt he could live off of that forever.
They never really talked, or asked each other stupid questions. All they knew was that the one bed they had was warm when the other was in it, and even though they hadn't held each other in that way, it felt as if they did, it felt as if they have, over the centuries, over the sands of time been with each other forever, all they knew was that they could stand and tolerate each other, that they couldn't tell each other what to do, and that was enough for them.
They'd been sitting at the table watching the news with the sound off, leaning against each other for warmth, eating miso ramen and potato chips.
Naruto wondered why Sasuke hadn't asked him about what happened yet, or if he'd known all along but still didn't ask; professional courtesy.
"Let's get out of here." Sasuke had said, turning to look Naruto straight in the face, thin lips in a hard white line. "Let's go to a place where no one would know our names." His eyes were sad, longing, wanting with so much fervor what he'd been asking, voice quivering with so much emotion, more than he'd ever heard his friend express and Naruto found that he couldn't resist.
"To a place where no one would know our names..." Naruto repeated, feeling light all of a sudden, like he'd just taken off a heavy back pack after a long day at school.
Sasuke nodded, and so did he.
"Let's go Sasuke..." He murmured just before Sasuke pulled him to his chest, smothering whatever else he'd wanted to say... I'd follow you anywhere...
=====
They walked down the streets of San Francisco, feeling the streets so empty and cold, there were some bums sitting on the street, holding up signs for money or food, or sleeping. They saw a guy with greasy blond hair with as sign that said LIVING WITH AIDS, PLEASE HELP and Naruto couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart, he placed a ten dollar bill and a bag of M&M's into a can beside his feet. The man looked at him and smiled, he had really pretty eyes, even though they were dulled by the dirt on his cheeks and eye lids.
Sasuke held his hand through out the city, eyes of knowing people who couldn't say anything on them. Some of those eyes were wide, like they couldn't believe it, the others jealous and others knowing. Naruto felt like a kid again, even though he still technically was, he hadn't felt like it in a while. He felt safe with Sasuke's hand in his.
They went to the park and bought two little bottles of bubbles and some Vietnamese food: egg rolls and barbequed beef with slim noodles and a sweet amber sauce, and blew bubbles at each other in Golden Gate Park, feeling high on loss of air and each other. It was the first time he'd seen Sasuke laughing.
They checked into a hotel near the center of the city.
Sasuke almost always had an unlimited amount of money, but he'd never tell him where he'd gotten it.
They shared a bed again, this time it was a friendly elderly woman with short cut blond hair and a German accent who'd shown them their keys.
They watched TV, reveling in the fact that even though it was a six hour drive and they were still in the same state that all the channels were different.
They lay on the covers, Naruto getting distracted and looking at the blue sky among the gray of San Francisco out the window. There was almost no sun here, he thought, and all the buildings were packed together as if they were afraid to space out, as if they were scared it would be lonely. The streets were almost all one way, three to four lanes narrowing down to one lane alleys where people's buildings would open up, flower shops and coffee places hidden away except to the eyes of the people who lived there.
Open and closed, like a nun in thigh high black leather boots and a corset underneath her long black robes.
Naruto still held the little yellow plastic milk bottle filled with bubble soap in his left hand, holding onto Sasuke with his right. He tugged on the hand experimentally, wanting to see if the other boy would really turn around to look at him. And he did, though it wasn't surprising, it still gave the blond a little thrill.
"Are we going to stay in hotels forever?" He asked, leaning into the smell of Sasuke's cotton windbreaker, sweet ginger and cigarette smoke. He sighed, filling himself with the feeling of his best friend right next to him, getting high off the boy whose arms were wiry and strong.
"No, we're going to buy a house out here, one of those really old two story buildings in candy colors, the ones on the hill that I saw once when my parents took me here." Sasuke whispered talking quietly, like he wasn't used to talking at all, and was afraid someone would find faults in his voice.
"You've never talked about your parents before..." Naruto yawned, feeling warm and tingly, like he had far too much Pixi Stix and was going to get rewarded for it, but sleepy at the same time, like he was just about to crash...
"Yeah... I'd never thought it'd be important..." He whispered; quiet, like the soft hum of the air conditioner.
Naruto nodded understanding... eyes trained on their intertwined fingers.
His were lightly tanned, almost gold, like the sun shine of the Californian sun was shining down on him and being reflected by his skin, while Sasuke's were pale, the kind you'd see on a silver medallion in the night of a full moon, cold and dusky, ghostly even...
Naruto's fingers let go of the little yellow bottle and it rolled of the blue covers and into the plush carpeting, landing with a barely audible thud, he brought his hands to Sasuke's face, and brushed his fingertips over the freckles forming on the bridge of his nose, on his cheeks that could shape diamonds, on his delicately pointed chin... and he smiled... feeling the sun inside him, feeling it cool and burn on the inside only getting warmed by the heat of Sasuke's darkness.
He leaned in for a kiss, and Sasuke let him, hands never letting go, and for the first time since forever they'd made love to each other; Naruto opening up his light for Sasuke to share in the heat, and Sasuke filling Naruto with pearly moonlight tears.
=====
4/19/04
Chap. One End
Thanks: illusivexpeace, chibipandabear, goldielocks, and nightshade... I love you guys for being there, to push me from behind and threaten me to keep up the blabber... sob all weirdos like me need friends like you!
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