Weapons Check (Chapter 2 of ?): Standing under Trees can be Bad.
Author: Dilemmalicious- Putting the uke in Sasuke since...er, well, since yesterday, actually.
Rating: R for Rowr.
Archived: Currently at but if anyone else wants it, lemme know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto, and admit this sadly. Despite wishes, Naruto and the hot ninjas of the said programme and manga are not mine.
Warnings: A few suggestive comments, exhibitionism, heavy ninja smootching. Rowr.
The laughter trickles to a couple of snickers. "The hell! Naruto! Is -that- why you're always jumping around?"
Naruto's grin goes that little bit wider, his eyes sliding to the right as his whiskered cheeks grew pink. "Well..." He waits, still grinning, still blushing, as the Uchiha whoops with laughter again. "Well, only for the past couple of years." Sputters of disbelief and delightful outrage make him laugh himself. "Seriously, it's easy. And, " Naruto lets his voice drop confidentially, blue eyes filled with deviltry, "There's a spot there that feels incredibly good in there."
Black eyes stare back astonished into blue, and there's blushing from both ninjas. Naruto's grin turns predatory and he stands.
He's still buck naked.
Sasuke goes completely scarlet from his bare toes up. It is, to Naruto, extremely appealing. As his friend suddenly realizes he's staring and darts his eyes elsewhere, the blond ninja uses the other boy's panicked urge for visual avoidance and gets into his personal space. Very, very much into his personal space. Sasuke flings himself backwards hard against the tree, only to find himself loosely trapped by his friend's arms braced on either side of him. He could get away easily, no ninja skills necessary. Just a quick duck under the tan, muscular arms, and a headlong dash would get him to the edge of the Uchiha estate. There's the slim possibility that someone would spot him in his boxers, which would bring the fan girls of Konoha baying like a pack of hounds to his doorstep... But surely Naruto, orange-wearing exhibitionist that he was, wouldn't race into town starkers.
Sasuke squeezes his eyes tightly shut. Of course the dobe would. He painted the Hokage Mountain, he wrapped toilet paper around the Ninja training academy, what would a little demonstration of his manhood to the populace of Konoha be in comparison? And Naruto's manhood was definitely something the Uchiha shouldn't be thinking about right now. The blond was so close, so warm, like a furnace standing in front and around him. Hot steady breathes tickle across his face in contrast to sultry summer breeze. So still…
Half-panicked at that thought, Sasuke's eyes pop back open. A still Naruto is a disaster waiting to happen.
The vulpine grin he thought would greet him wasn't there. Instead, thoughtful blue eyes stare into his. It wasn't what he expected. None of it was what he expected.. Maybe he ought to pull out some of his ninja moves after all. This was Naruto, far less likely to take a hint than even the Sound ninjas had. He'd broken quite a few limbs before they'd gotten a clue. Sasuke shifts minutely against the smooth bark of the tree, and prepares to reclaim his personal space the hard way.
Naruto kisses him.
The bark under his hands peel away as Sasuke loses control of the chakra he'd had readied for his escape. Nothing touching him other than the gentle press of lips against lips, and he's immobilized. He waits for his friend to back up, to press in, to do -something-, but the lips remain on his with a steady perfect pressure. Naruto doesn't need words. The kiss says it all: Push me away or pull me close, your call.
The melted ice of Sasuke's heart boils. Hands grabbing the blonde's shoulders, he shuts his eyes tightly and gives in to it. There's a soft, relieved sigh against his lips, then he's pressed back against the tree by the hot solid weight of his best friend. The air crackles as Naruto kisses him hard, the insistent pressure against his lips as distant from the tentative kisses he's had from a few girls as the sun is from the moon. He's on fire with need, and the new, raw sensation makes him groan and open his eyes.
The air is filled with chakra. Crimson and gold.
So terrifyingly familiar from his serious fights with Naruto, power and violence roiling in tendrils around him. The Kyuubi. Orochimaru had told him of it, gloatingly, all about the demon within his friend. It should scare him. Naruto had gained the upper hand over the monster after years of training with Jiraiya, but it still should scare him.
It makes him harder than he's ever been before in his life.
He reaches out a hand, threads his fingers through the blond hair dancing with power. Shocks race through his flesh, sparking with agonizing pleasure. Sasuke digs his fingers deeper, rubs Naruto's scalp and moans. His eyes have gone Sharingan, he knows it, and Naruto… his eyes have changed as well. There's still a touch of blue, like his eyes are on fire, the cooler red edging the white-blue heat of the inferno. There's pleasure in them, delight, and raw hunger. He goes harder still, and digs the nails of his other hand into the blonde's shoulder.
Naruto nips his mouth and leans back just a fraction. "Power's such a big turn on for you, eh, bastard," he breathes. The words lay hot with truth on Sasuke's kiss-reddened lips. "I can give you all the power you want, you know. Just say the word."
And he wants this, desperately. Not just the power that's still wreaking havok in his very blood, but the heat, the sense of connection to another human being, and chakra or no, Naruto is human. But he never wants to rush into anything else as blindly as he did when he was younger. Once bitten, twice shy took on a whole new meaning with Orochimaru, and pleasure alone simply can't be enough for Sasuke. It never was. He forces through dry lips a single word.
"Why?"
Blonde hair tickles Sasuke's neck as his best friend laughs warmly against his collarbone. The Uchiha would thump the other boy, but it would require letting go. He's not sure he can do that.
"That's not the word I meant, bastard," Naruto breathes laughingly, punctuating his words with a bite. Sasuke now knows he damn well can let go, but decides to yank the other's hair hard instead. Naruto just bites harder, still laughing. "Ya know, for a so-called genius, you're an idiot." Sasuke just growls.
The rush of hot summer air between the two boys feels almost cold as Naruto pulls back to look into Sasuke's eyes. Sharingan looks back into eyes gone blue again, still wild and passionate but with that edge of violence drawn back a step or two. Not gone. Not gone by any stretch of the imagination. Sasuke fights the urge to do something, anything that will tip his friend back over the edge. He gets a knowing smile that makes him very suspicious about all the 'training' Jiraiya gave the blonde.
That smile deepens. "Did ya think I fought you four years ago for the hell of it? That I'd had some patriotic urge to keep the Uchiha here in Leaf? That I went with Jiraiya, fought the Akatsuki, went up against freaky Snake-guy just for your lame-ass 'I wanna get stronger' reason?" Naruto leans closer, smile gone, the wild intent back in his eyes. "I fought you for -you-, bastard. I fought them for you. I fought for you, for -me-."
The Sharingan gives the wielder the ability to see the fastest movement of the enemy, to capture their skill and intent with picture-perfect accuracy. Even if Naruto could be bothered to hide it, the Sharingan would expose the inner heart of him. He doesn't need it. The words I love you, the words you're mine hang unspoken in the heavy air. He might as well have been blind when he was younger. He'd seen Naruto's power, but not the Kyuubi. He'd seen Naruto's determination and passion, but not its focus. Sasuke shudders as it all snaps into place, and the hairs at the back of his neck raise, skin pricking with his astonishment.
He unclenches his hand slowly from the thick blonde hair, slowly skimming it over Naruto's brow, tracing the cheekbone under those watchful burning eyes. His fingers trace the other's lips, and slide along the other ninja's chin. Hot. So hot, so slick with sweat, the curve of Naruto's neck, the hollow of his collarbone. The only indication of Naruto's feelings show in the movement of his adam's apple as he swallows and the increasing heat in those blue, blue eyes. Sasuke finds the word in them.
"Please."
Next chapter: Sasuke gets his question answered, there's more erotic fun with chakra, an the author finally gets to the creamy lemon filling, assuming the lads don't nearly kill themselves by making out on all those weapons.