Two extremes. Fundamentally different. That's us. How we came to be team-mates, that I knew.
How we came to this…
He was hot. As hot as a fire and he knew it. He knew I thought it. The grin, colder than ice, slipped across his face. I closed my eyes.
Total opposites that somehow balance each other out. Like opposing colors on an artist's wheel, absolute extremes of the spectrum but so right together.
So right…
The air was ice cold. Our breaths could be seen in harsh, thick puffs of air. I was shivering, but on the inside, a fire was burning. It kept all of my limbs alive, and my skin one huge sensitive area. He must have known, bastard. But how? Damn him. Hand to stomach, fingers as cold as ice. I hiss, not from the cold but the warmth: the fire has a outlet. It licks hungrily, and I'm lost in its power, helpless. He chuckles, the sound as cold and brittle as the ice in his gaze.
It still turns me on like nothing else.
If I try to trace back the years, maybe I could figure it out. Wy he came back. But I'm scared to look back, then up, and realize he's gone again and I've been dreaming this whole time.
I don't want this to be a dream.
But if it is, I don't want to wake up.
I thought his skin would have felt like ice. I don't know why, I just assumed.
Porcelain is always cold.
But as his body meets mine, there's nothing but fire. A wildfire that consumes me and all of my senses, leaving me dazed, breathless, and aching for more. I reach up to wrap flames around his ice walls. He complies, and I feel it. The change. He's melting.
Everything except for his eyes.
Maybe some things should just be left alone. The past is in the past and can't be altered. For some time, I wished it could be. All that pain… All those nights alone… Times I passed his darkened house, hoping, praying.
Then I look at where I am now, and I realize there's no other way I'd rather have it end. If I changed everything, it might turn out differently.
No.
Hell no.
The air is no longer cold, it's hot; blazing. Still, when I pull air into my lungs, it stabs like dual ice blades. That's how hot it is inside my body.
I am the fire.
He's the ice: my counter-element. Everything I am not and everything I never was. Rage fills me, escalating the flames. My hands tighter, his eyes widen. There's no way I'm falling second to this ice prince.
I'm fire, dammit!
We roll over, and now his eyes are starting to melt: he's submitting. It's my turn to grin. And I know it's a grin ablaze like a fire.
Give and take.
That's the relationship we have. I can accept that. I mean, it's not a bad thing.
He gives a push, I take the hint. He gives a shove, I accept the challenge. I give a smile, he takes it into himself. I give a wink, and he takes initiative.
And that's how we got here, actually.
I can feel him melting beneath my hands. The beautiful ice creature is losing. His eyes are closed as I pour my fire into his soul, ragged breathing the only sign he's still alive. Bastard. And for that, the wrath kicks in and I arch hard. His eyes fly open as a cry escapes him. He looks up at me. I'm still grinning; I can feel it burning across my face. I watch those eyes melting. He tries to tilt his head. My hand licks out like a dancing flame and catches the curve of his face, stilling him. My fire finally begins to engulf him. I want to watch it in his eyes.
Being opposites isn't such a bad thing. Yes, we don't agree and sometimes there are fights.
But I don't think I'd love him as much if he and I had more than one thing in common. After all, I'm positive he feels the same way.
That's why he came back.
The ice melts away as the fire burns strong. I know he feels it too. Our sweat is the melted water that pours from us, and suddenly, it's gone. The fire escapes me, rising toward the ceiling. The higher it climbs, the louder I'm screaming. The ice disappears; he's clinging to me, and helping the fire along with screams of his own. God, I love this feeling. If only time could stop now, this instant.
But no.
The fire slowly dies away. The ice quickly recedes. There's nothing but water: the perfect balance between fire and ice. We fall together, in one fluid motion. We hit the mattress and lie there. His hand moves to stroke my hair. It feels like water caressing me. I run a hand over his body, as smooth and as beautiful as water.
Everything's perfect.
And besides. Why stop at that moment when I can have it over and over and over again whenever I want?
I laugh weakly. I know his expression: one eyebrow raised, half a smile making the corner of his mouth twitch. For some reason, I laugh a little harder.
"Naruto…?" his voice, calm and placid, like water. I know with absolute certainty he's at peace with me. And that makes me happier than ever.
"You moan like a bitch."
"Fuck you."
I laugh again: "I love you, Sasuke."
"I know," he leans down and kisses the top of my head. "I love you too."
And with the gentle waves of our emotions rocking us into oblivion, he and I sleep.
