Rating: N17, baby. 18+ for the UK.
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: Hooboy. Let's see. Yaoi. Hot ninja smooching, part deux. A blowjob. Creative uses of chakra. Author's twisted sense of humour.

Nota bene: It's called automatic writing, like using a Ouija board only with a laptop. I'm not to blame for any of it. Nope. …Don't believe me? Blast.

So, um. I'm adding this chapter because, having been scrolling through the backlog of fic here, I've found that is relatively lenient about the mature category… so, decided this chapter is safe enough.

Red and gold. Wildly raging chakra pouring around him, mixing with the sunlight dappling his pale skin. His Sharingan is overwhelming him, drowning him in visual detail; every golden hair of boy kissing him, the smoky dark lashes, the individual beads of sweat and water tracing down tan skin… He shuts his red eyes slowly, wanting to feel this moment, to be this moment, not just to see it. The chakra hums agreeably against his heated skin.

Naruto's eyes are already shut, but his mouth, his mouth is open. Light tracery of a tongue against his lips, then through. Sasuke's never kissed like this. Messy. Hot. Devouring. He finds himself digging his nails deeper into the blonde's shoulders, wanting more. His friend obliges, slanting his mouth hungrily, detailing the roof of Sasuke's mouth with a light and teasing tongue. Provocative. Their tongues slid together, duelling for breath. Maddening. Knees nearly buckling, Sasuke shivers deeper into the kiss. He'll kill the dobe for the embarrassment of making him moan, but not now, not when it feels so good.

Maybe later.

That hot, clever tongue is tickling across his jaw, licking its way down his neck, lapping the sweat from the hollow of his throat. Sasuke kneads the dense muscles under his hands, hoping Naruto would take the hint and quit bracing against the tree. The only thing touching him is that burning mouth, and… and… it's just not enough. He starts to growl with frustration, but the sound turns into a groan as the wet heat bites at his pecs and nibbles at the flat dusky nubs of his nipples. Never imagined… His nails break through the golden skin in his passion, and it gets better still. He can feel the blood, feel the red chakra dancing under that skin, healing, pushing against the sensitive pads of his own fingers.

It takes effort to remember he's a ninja, that blood is a fact of life, not a kick-ass turn on. He refuses to give Orochimaru any more credit for warping his brain than he has to.

Blonde hair moving lower, lower, sparking sensation with every accidental brush against his abdomen. The large hands to either side of him slide down the bark. He can hear the rasp of calluses against the smooth tree trunk, and feels stupidly jealous.

Maybe he'll kill Naruto now, just for being a tease.

Or not. He had opened his eyes to glare, and now stares. His rival is on his knees now, all that wild power resting at his feet, and those hands are leisurely starting to pull down the Uchiha's black boxers. White teeth press into the skin of his hip, biting as Sasuke makes an inarticulate sound and buries both hands in that white blonde riot near his waist. Nipping. Leaving marks. Long lazy swipes of Naruto's tongue, under and in his navel, prodding, tasting, have Sasuke using chakra just to keep upright against the tree. The brush of Naruto's strong golden neck against his straining cock makes him shudder with an arousal he'd never before felt. The soft chuckle from below would normally have sent Sasuke into an almost homicidal rage, but lips mouth him through the boxers and if Naruto wants to laugh those warm gusty breaths against his cock, fine.

The boxers get thrown onto the pile of kunai.

Blue eyes meet Sharingan. There's a pause, then Naruto's tongue slips out and flicks across the weeping tip of Sasuke's cock, eyes looking up at him with dangerous triumph. His rival's on his knees and it doesn't mean a damn thing.

Sasuke sucks in a deep breath, shakily. Nails scratch delicately along the tender tissue of his hip, then firmer as the blonde engulfs him. There's a soft crack, as Sasuke's head gets flung back and encounters the tree. He doesn't care. Naruto's kisses are devouring, and this is even more primal. Liquid heat and limber tongue move around his cock, exploring, testing. The rough palm of Naruto's right hand rubs against the Uchiha's thigh and buttock, the left wraps possessively around the base of his friend's cock.

"Naruto…" Sasuke clenches one hand in the blonde hair, bringing the other arm up to bite into his forearm. He nearly said something stupid. He pants instead, the taste of his own sweat a brief distraction from the rhythm Naruto is setting. Slow glides balanced against the tongue pressing his cock hard against the roof of his friend's mouth. Languorous laps at the sensitive bottom of the glans contrasted against the hand that shapes the Rasengen shaping instead his red chakra into an almost electric sheath. Sasuke tastes blood and flings his arm back and away. His own chakra is racing wildly in response to this. The hand clutching the tree sparks blue-white. There's so much chakra in the air. A small part of him is grateful they put up the combat wards to keep out possible bystanders.

He'd heard about blowjobs, but was pretty sure this was a step or two beyond. Way, way beyond. And he's fighting it, the pleasure, the thrillingly torturous singing in his nerves, the feel of his blood. He wants Naruto to concede. Wants to win, although what exactly escapes him.

He feels a smile around his cock, and knows he's about to lose as second before fingers blazing with red light press against the fragile skin behind his balls.

Sasuke breaks and loses control.

"Ahn… AAAH!"

His cry is punctuated with the sound of a thousand birds as his chakra goes wild. The tree behind him falls with a thunderous crash as Sasuke slides to his knees, half draped across Naruto's back. They're both breathing heavily. The air is full of the scent of them, sweat and pleasure and the ozone edge of battle.

Naruto sweeps the damp fringe of Sasuke's hair aside with a tender, shaking touch. Sasuke's half-lidded eyes are black and liquid, like hot coffee, and full of sated pleasure as their lips meet in a suddenly shy kiss. The blonde shifts to sit, careful of the bits of sharp equipment and the tangle of fallen tree limbs. Sasuke falls partly on his lap, slows his breathing before leaning against the other boy's chest. Gravity is just as against him as it was after their speed training. Only better.

He'd say something if he could find the energy.

"So, if a tree falls in the woods, and no-ones around to hear it, does that mean the sex was good?"

He'd -kill- the blonde if he could find the energy.

A soft laugh snuffles into his hair and warm arms embrace him. It'll wait.

Addition N.B. from the author: So… Chakra. When I decided to cave in to the urge to slash Naruto, one of the things that struck me was how certain themes don't get much play in fanfic. Eh? It's a universe with hot ninjas! Magic scrolls and jutsus! Monsters and sharp pointy objects! Wild and kinky se… well, guessing at that one. I figure I'm going to have fun with this stuff. I plan to only write ninjalicous action. Yep, that's my vow, MY ninja way!

Oh, and may I just mention my great amusement with the fact that this chapter forced me to add 'blowjob' to my spellcheck dictionary? And I thought I was in hysterics when I added yaoi to it for my BA dissertation…

Next chapter: Naruto has a brief window of opportunity with the blissed out Sasuke, before the latter recalls he wants to stab him and hang him from a pole. Can our blonde hero convince his homicidal friend that great sex makes up for lousy jokes?