Author: Dilemmalicous: Putting the uke in Sasuke since… um. Well, less than six months now.
Warnings: The full Yaoi. Hot ninja smooching, part three. Fondling and smex. Just a touch of author's twisted sense of humour, as she was spazzing out about writing the above.
Nota bene: This has been written for ages, and I've only just decided to post it here on FF. I'm serious about this being for mature audiences. Got an email from a thirteen year old asking for this chapter. To use l33t speak, OMGWTFBBQ. I mean, okay, some of the romance novels out there get more detailed I suppose, and yes, I discovered hard core pr0n when I was younger than that, thanks to an uncle who worked for the Huster magazine publishers and couldn't hide things worth a damn, but -still-..I'm not comfortable about having kids younger than the characters in fic read my stuff. (And there's a reason I put this past the time-skip, dammit. I'm happier if they're at least 16. Otherwise, eek.) I tapped it out in a state of mortification, and stalled so many times that I lost lines of stuff I'd had in my head due to sheer meltdown. Oh, and there's a with a footnote for it at the bottom, along with a small out0take.
Fingers burnished gold in summer sunlight gently run through ebon hair, pulling out leaves, smoothing, stroking. Naruto's still hard, the firm heat of him burning hot and unnerving against Sasuke's hip, but the blonde seems content enough. He's humming. Sasuke's head lays against the crook of the blonde's neck and the sound vibrates through his skin. It's strangely perfect.
There's more sunlight with the tree down but it doesn't matter. The sun's dropped further past the tops of the trees now and there are long stretches of shadows. The afternoon chorus of cicadas mixes harmonies with Naruto's humming in the still air. Sasuke's breathing steadies. He tilts his head back and gives Naruto a languid kiss.
If the earlier workout had had the effect of mellowing Sasuke, the chakra-driven orgasm has made him positively agreeable.
There's warm pressure against his mouth, sensitive hands carding through his hair. He can't recall a time he'd been touched so much, so lovingly. It's strange that it comes from someone he's fought tooth and nail, kunai and jutsu, against for so many years. He's punched these lips that kiss him so sweetly. He's ripped a gaping hole through the broad smooth chest lying under his fingers.
The memory makes him feel cold again, and he shoves it aside, deepens the kiss to rid himself from the chill.
Naruto's mouth tastes different. Salty, bittersweet, like one of those odd lotus root dishes that are specialities of small mountain villages. Himself, he realises with a start of surprise. There's a moment where he tries to break away, then that callused touch he'd wanted earlier starts to explore his ribs with a warm hand rubbing with rough pressure. It's just hard enough for it not to tickle, more than enough to arouse. Sasuke gives in. If the dobe isn't freaking out about Sasuke's come in his mouth, he won't either.
Naruto breaks away for a moment, quickly clearing more of the ground of their equipment. There are too many dangerous things in the chuunin vests for them to be used as a pillow, Naruto's shorts are pretty safe but too soaked in sweat, and Sasuke's are full of shuriken. The blonde grabs a small bottle of the regulation oil used for weapon care, and everything else gets flung to the side. It's going to take them ages to find all their things later on, but neither of them really gives a damn.
Kissing again. He's on his back in thick sun-warmed grass. It reminds him of that long-lost childhood, the scent of crushed grass and the feel of it against bare skin, but that's where nostalgia stops. They're half-pressed together, chest to chest. In a way, it's nothing new. They've fought too often, wrestled each other to the ground too often for Naruto's weight to be unfamiliar. But Naruto is skimming his fingers with surprising delicacy across the back of Sasuke's hands, his forearm, the thin fragile skin on the inside of his elbow. No one has ever touched him like this. Sasuke's shaken out of that languid bliss by the shock of renewed desire.
He's been seduced, is -being- seduced, and it's wonderful.
His hands reach around his teammate to tug the blonde onto his body. There's a smile pressed against his lips. "Sasuke…" Low, lower than he's ever heard that voice before, honey-warm and throaty. It takes effort to open his eyes.
Naruto has always wasted chakra; it spills from him like water from a bottomless font. So much power that he nearly failed the test to become a genin, so bad was his control over jutsus that required only drops of chakra. It was like filling a thimble with a typhoon. The more power a jutsu required, the easier it was for him to do. A paradox. He has more mastery over the power now than ever… but…
Naruto is burning. A man, a creature, a god of fire. Red and blue chakra dance around him, around them both, making blonde hair look almost white, his eyes almost black. His expression tender and a bit worried, his expressively light touch against Sasuke's cheek as he reaches forward… power and love…
Sasuke wants to burn too.
He holds Naruto's hand against his face with his left, moves the other hand up the long muscular thigh. The almost invisible blonde hairs tickling his palm make him shiver with reaction. He pulls himself up and leans in, timing it so that as his lips touch the other ninja's, his right hand gently grasps the other's pulsing cock and traces along the veins underneath.
The blue in Naruto's chakra flares as he whimpers into Sasuke's mouth. The world spins, and the Uchiha finds himself flat on his back again, a hot mouth breathing almost inaudible words of desire against his lips, his cheek, his throat. That familiar weight again, sweat-slick skin against skin. He's lost his hold on Naruto, but doesn't care. Naruto is between his legs, rocking slowly. They're both sporting erections now, and he's drowning in need. Sharp white teeth breaks his skin as Sasuke bucks against him encouragingly.
Pain and pleasure and fire and pleasure…
Sharingan red eyes look into mirroring eyes of Kyuubi red. He should be scared, he should but it's -Naruto-. Considerate, bloody-minded, loud, loving Naruto.
Claw tipped hands rake painlessly down his sides, raising goose bumps along pale skin in their wake, then move under his buttocks, lifting. There are soft kisses across his face, like leaves falling. There's a pause, a soft gurgling sound, and then the feel of oil being smoothed on his cock with lustful care. Lower. Silken brushes against his balls. Lower. Cool wetness caressing a place he never imagined could feel so sensitive. Sasuke knows where this is going, but is too far gone to care. It took two years to repair Naruto's faith in him, but he had never stopped trusting Naruto, even when cold logic dictated otherwise. His hands are tangling in his friend's shock of blonde hair, tugging encouragingly, panting as he murmurs, "Yes."
It was what Naruto needed to hear.
Probing cautious fingers touch him, enter him, careful despite the wild chakra exposing his fierce desire. That gold-tan back arches over the Uchiha, blonde hair brushing against black as he shakily breathes out a whispered "Sasuke…" One is no problem. The second feels strange, the pain akin to the odd pushing sensation of a medic-nin's chakra applied to a wound, a good pain. The third makes him hiss softly and tug at blonde hair with his teeth. There's a low laugh against his throat, then kisses under his chin and across his lips. Red eyes meet red eyes.
There's really only so much he can take. "Do it, dobe."
A bark of laughter, a fierce kiss that mashes his lips against his teeth. Hot flesh pressing against a quivering, stretched muscle. A slow, searing progression that makes the Sharingan flash the world into negative for a moment, turning Naruto's hair black against a raging corona of chakra. Sasuke's hand drops to Naruto's shoulders, and his nails bite once more into muscle. He won't cry out in pain, instead arches his neck and back into the sensation. Blood and pain and heat and pleasure. He's flush against the other boy now, balls and half-hard cock pressing exquisitely against the Kyuubi's spiral and rock hard abs.
Burning, now they're both burning, both fighting for control. Sasuke grins up at the blonde savagely, and moves enough to make his muscular buttocks flex around Naruto's cock. One of the tan hands clutching at his waist whips up and pins his right shoulder to the ground. His hips are lifted higher by the action, pushing the blonde in deeper, and suddenly Sasuke understands Naruto's facile comment about his hidden weapons cache. One brush of that iron-hard cock against something inside him and chakra sings in his veins. He's achingly hard in seconds, and muzzily thinking about adding to his equipment list.
Movement. Slow, pulling out, like a receding tide, his inner tissue and muscles rubbed with coarse velvet that tugs gently as it retreats. The hand pressing him down lifts to cup his neck. "You're not the only one turned on by power, bastard," Naruto whispers with ferocious passion. "So strong, so stoic. So powerful. You make me want to break you just as much as you want to break me."
Sasuke rakes bloody furrows down Naruto's sides, struggles not to lose to that hard heat which is sliding back in with inexorable slowness or to those fiercely arousing words.
Retaliation, he lives for it. He squeezes the pulsing member inside him more deliberately, and is rewarded with a hard bite against his chin and a hot hand around his own cock. Fingers tickle the weeping slit there, and the words "You drive me crazy" are growled into his ear. More speed, more friction, the slow thrusting gaining ground. He throws a leg up over Naruto's shoulder, and they both moan as the blonde sinks deeper still into him.
"You…," Naruto pants.
"You…," Sasuke grunts back, a teasing mocking look in his swirling eyes. He laughs as the blonde snarls, gives a chuckling gasp as callused fingertips rub hard under his cock and tweak his balls. White sharp teeth bared, Naruto grins back at him, snarling and swatting his rear when he tenses those muscles again.
Chakra in the air. Heat in and around him, burning away the pain, the loneliness. Power and passion and that never-ending rivalry. Ninja flexibility lets him teasingly tug Naruto's ear with his toes. Revenge comes in the shape of too-gentle bites to his nipples.
He'd expected sex to be pleasant, and is shocked to find it's fun.
He laughs as the rhythmic pounding surges through him, pressing him into the soil, and Naruto laughs with him. It's like that fantastic rush of power he got from the curse seal, but infinitely better, clean and clear, untainted. Wonderful. He's pulled up clumps of grass, too far gone to brace himself with chakra. Surging power flows between them with every steady snap of Naruto's hips. There's a pause, a plateau…
They fall together, silently.
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There's a curious hush to the air. The chakra blowout of their orgasm has sent the cicada fleeing. Naruto rolls them both to one side. His softening member is still in Sasuke, their legs are entangled. Their breath mixes, rapid but slowing. Naruto moves the half-inch required to bump his forehead against his friend's.
"Next time, bastard," he says with a grin, "I'm gonna make you scream my name."
Slowly drawing his left leg down from Naruto's shoulder, Sasuke smirks lazily, "You wish, Dobe. Next time," and he stresses the word, "You'll be begging with mine."
They grin at each other. The battle's still on.
Right. Now, I've no idea whether to keep going with this. I think I can end it quite happily here, stamp complete on it and toddle on to the next fic. Or I can go on with them deciding that the public onsen probably won't appreciate them in the state they are in, and they head to Sasuke's for one of those outdoor tubs. Or something.
- No, seriously. I was studying papermaking in a small mountain village in Japan. My sensei took me, his wife and his sensei to a small restaurant cum art gallery. The place was very posh. Seasonal, wild vegetables hand-plucked from the mountain, whole fish covered in sea salt skewered on sticks and baked in hot sand in the middle of the table, and then out came the house speciality: A beautifully done up basket of delicately cooked tempura, accompanied by an edible flower display and a small hand-made cup. In the cup was a hot, viscous liquid, slightly clear and thin on top but thickening to a dense creamy whiteness. My hosts went into ecstasies over it, and explained that it was a lotus root something or other. I mentally went, oooo-kay, and gave it a go. Salty-sweet and textured… and we couldn't see the chef. I bottled out. Got a ribbing from the senseis for wacky western hijinx, and was told how fortunate I was to experience this delicacy. Mmhmm. I told my sensei he was welcome to my experience if he was still hungry. He was. I kept my dirty mind to myself. grin