Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters are the properties of Masashi Kishimoto. No profit is made off of this fan-fiction story. Any additional original characters located in this story are designated as such and belong to the author, Jae (Dae T. Angel).
A/N: Heavily canon-ish from this point forward. I've already been playing fast and loose with Kishimoto's ninja magic as it is.
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XIX.
The Trappings of Love
Sasuke watched the muscles of Naruto's back flex under the sheen of the blond's sweaty skin. He ran a hand along their length, feeling the tremors that were Naruto's reaction to his touch. He smiled, teeth lightly grazing the flesh of his bottom lip, then rocked his hips forward into the delicious heat of Naruto's body.
Naruto groaned, his voice stopping short of a whimper. Head bowed lower over his fisted hands, his breath tumbled out of him in a staccato train of sound—airy and full of need. The way he rocked back onto Sasuke's condom-encased cock with little guidance quickened the other man's desire to keep drawing those sounds of pleasure from him.
Sasuke glanced down at the sight of his penis appearing and disappearing into the tight heat of Naruto's ass. He pressed the fingers that held on to Naruto's hips deeper into the blond's skin.
"I'm glad to see that I can still coax this submissive side out of you," Sasuke said in a low tone.
Naruto moaned into the futon bedding, his toes flexing against the fabric at either side of Sasuke's legs. One of his arms slid forward, still bent at the elbow, and reached up to bury fingers into his long, messy hair. He began rocking back onto Sasuke's dick with more urgency.
"Mmm… that's… the way… you like… fucking me, isn't it?" Naruto breathed out. He turned his head to the side so he could peek through the fringes of his disheveled hair and over the curvature of his shoulder.
A rush of scorching hot blood descended further into Sasuke's loins when their gazes met. He sucked in a calming breath as he tried not to lose his focus and give in to his looming orgasm. It sat on the horizon, waiting for the right trigger to push him toward release.
"I enjoy fucking you any way you let me, Naruto," Sasuke replied while he leaned forward and pressed his chest flush against Naruto's back. The action effectively stilled Naruto's movements, affording Sasuke a few moments to recover control.
Naruto arched up into him, reaching back to grip the thickness of Sasuke's thigh. His fingers kneaded and massaged Sasuke's skin, seeming to imbue every touch with the breadth of his yearning for them to continue, but he waited—breath still fluttering against the sheets and body falling in tune with the other man's cues.
Every place that their skin touched felt alight with an enticing warmth. Sasuke hovered his lips over the nape of the blond's neck as he allowed some of that sweltering heat to leave his body and waft across Naruto's damp skin.
Naruto shivered, releasing a guttural groan that vibrated through him up into the cloak of Sasuke's embrace.
"Sasuke…" he whispered. Then again: "… Sasuke."
The hand in Naruto's hair slid back onto the futon and clawed at it.
"Shit," Naruto swore. "It's crazy how fucking horny you're making me right now."
He shifted, straightening his back and levering himself upright with the hand on the futon. Sasuke moved with him, settling on his heels as Naruto fitted himself in Sasuke's lap. Naruto slowly ground his ass against Sasuke's hips and stared over his shoulder with heavy, half-lidded eyes.
"This feels good," he continued. "I could keep riding your dick until we both cum, but it's been a while since I've let a guy do me. So, I need you to fuck me in the best way that makes it count."
Sasuke felt his cock twitch at the way Naruto spoke. This was the side of Naruto he had been anticipating since they had started their foray. Despite the challenge that lay ahead with Naruto's memories and his separate personality, this intoxicating, erotic encapsulation of Naruto's desire was the most familiar and unchanged thing Sasuke has witnessed from him. This knowledge encouraged the migration of Sasuke's hands from Naruto's hips up to grip the blond's chin and down to encircle Naruto's neglected erection.
He tilted the other man's head toward him so they could share a heated, wet open-mouth kiss as he began pumping Naruto's cock. Naruto reached back to grip Sasuke's hair, deepening their kiss while lifting his hips to thrust up into Sasuke's fist, then shifting down to fuck himself on Sasuke's dick.
They continued this cadence for several minutes before Sasuke broke their kiss, releasing the blond, and said: "On your back, Uzumaki, so I can give you what you want."
Blue eyes dazed and glazed over with lust, Naruto licked his lips, then nodded in compliance. He slumped forward, easing himself off of Sasuke to maneuver himself onto his back. He lay there, naked body on full display against the backdrop of the futon, legs propped up and parted. He beckoned with both hands for Sasuke to come to him.
What he could only describe as pure electricity crackled along Sasuke's spine and rampaged through his limbs until it settled between his legs. He breathed a few more calming breaths through his nose to temper his arousal. Naruto was… ruinous.
As Sasuke laid the length of his torso on top of the other man, Naruto accepted him with a heady amount of desire. Unprompted, he drew his legs up further and spread them wider, lifting his hips so Sasuke could prop them up with an errant pillow. When Sasuke realigned himself and thrust back into Naruto, the blond moaned, arching his head back with closed eyes. Naruto groaned out lewd words of encouragement while Sasuke rolled his hips and fucked him with unhurried, purposeful thrusts. His arms hooked under Sasuke's, pulling him closer as Sasuke pillowed one arm under Naruto's head and used the other to reach between them.
Sasuke's hand was around Naruto's cock again, stroking it in time with his movements.
"Shit, shit… Sas—yes, yes… Fuck!" Naruto chanted against Sasuke's neck. "Right there. Umph… Make me cum, Sasuke. Please, please…"
Sasuke was inching closer to the precipice and Naruto's desperate pleas of need were fraying the edges of his control. He shifted gears by changing his gait and began punctuating each of his thrusts with a snap of his hips.
Naruto breathed heavily through his nose, breath tumbling out of him in sync with this new rhythm. Strong fingers dug into the flesh of Sasuke's shoulders as the heat between them kept building and building.
Then Naruto tensed, choking out a curse and clinging to Sasuke with a bruising force. Hot stickiness shot up over the tunnel of Sasuke's fingers, coating both their stomachs. Driven by a primal need to join Naruto in his release, Sasuke untangled himself from Naruto's grasp so he could have better leverage on his knees. Hands pressed to the back of the blond's thighs, Sasuke shoved Naruto's legs against his chest, folding the man in half. In this new position, he began shoving his cock deeper and faster into Naruto with aggressive force, using the way Naruto's body grew taut to help carry him toward his orgasm.
He grunted as he slammed into Naruto's hole, his vision going white. He rode out the wave of pleasure washing over him until it left him spent and lank.
Naruto's legs easily slipped from Sasuke's hold when he relaxed his fingers and they eased back down to the futon. Naruto was staring at the ceiling—arms strewn haphazardly above his head and chest heaving up and down from the measured rhythm of his breathing. After a few beats, he smiled a crooked grin.
"You do good work, Uchiha," he drawled. "I feel thoroughly and properly fucked."
Sasuke huffed out a short laugh, hands akimbo on his thighs. He leaned over, overtaking Naruto's line of sight, and brushed the blond's sweaty bangs to the side. He smirked affectionately as he said: "Idiot."
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Afterward, time slunk by in a languid stream that saw both of them tangled in the comfort of each other's arms. Somewhere in the haze, Naruto shifted his body to cover Sasuke's so he could begin adorning the man with tender, almost worshipping kisses. This left Sasuke feeling handicapped by how delicate Naruto was with him. Affection still seemed to be the blond's primary language of care and he lavished it indiscriminately onto Sasuke's person. It was overwhelming in its singularness.
By the time Naruto began fucking him, Sasuke's face was flushed red and his skin tingled all over from Naruto's ministrations. Naruto took him at a slow, steady pace, fondling Sasuke while trailing his tongue along whatever patch of skin he could reach. Sasuke stubbornly held out for as long as he could before he finally gave in and told Naruto to stop taking his time. He wanted more, and the way Naruto kept tormenting him with soft caresses was too much.
Through his distraction, he almost missed the impish smile Naruto gave him.
"Whatever you want, Sasuke," Naruto crooned, nipping at his ear. "You just have to ask and I'll give it to you."
Sasuke's third orgasm overtook him in a dizzying swash of sensation. Naruto had kept a slew of sweet nothings falling from his lips while he drove into Sasuke with targeted thrusts. The blond seemed to revel in the noises he drew out of him.
It was not long after that Naruto reached his climax as well. He continued with a few more shallow thrusts before slumping over, spent.
Then time's torpid flow took over again—guiding them into another endorphin-filled haze of post-coitus bliss.
"How many rounds do you think we can squeeze in before Kanaye comes back in the morning?" Naruto's voice broke through the comfort of their silence sometime later.
Sasuke glanced over at him, taking in the sight of the blond lounging naked at his side.
"Do you really want to spend the rest of the day having sex?" Sasuke asked, amused.
Naruto turned to him, smirking, then reached out to grasp one of Sasuke's hands. He laced their fingers together and pulled it up to his lips.
"Would you be opposed to it?" he queried as he placed a kiss on the back of the other man's hand.
Sasuke watched Naruto, speechless. Naruto had a horrible habit of catching him off guard with these offerings of affection. It took a moment before his thoughts cleared and he huffed out a dubious laugh.
"Dobe, is this how you'd wooed your wife into marrying you? Enticing her with promises of all-day fucking?"
Naruto rolled onto his side so he could nestle closer to Sasuke.
"Kanaye had to be conceived somehow," he said smoothly, voice peppered with mirth.
Sasuke shook his head, smiling. When he glanced back at the blond, he found Naruto focusing intently on him.
"You know, I never allowed myself to dwell on it back then, but I really did miss you, bastard," Naruto confessed.
Sasuke's expression softened. "The feeling is mutual," he said guilelessly.
A small grin graced Naruto's features before he leaned over to kiss Sasuke. The gesture was simple yet sweet, and it held all the trappings of an "I love you." It filled Sasuke's chest with an inexplicable yearning that swelled and pulsed inside his ribcage. Once again, Sasuke felt helpless against the emotions Naruto put forth.
As Naruto pulled back, Sasuke's eyes followed him. They spent what seemed like a countless number of moments simply watching each other.
Then Sasuke spoke up, "Come on, let's get cleaned up. We can debate the possibility of us going at it again while we both soak in the bath."
Naruto snorted, "You say 'debate,' but you grossly underestimate how persuasive I can be."
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Their venture to get clean comprised Sasuke enduring Naruto's wayward hands and Naruto subsequently learning the boundaries of Sasuke's forbearance. More than once, Naruto cornered Sasuke against a wall or a door so he could kiss and fondle the man as he pleased. This method of persuasion might have worked if it was not for Sasuke's propensity to be stubborn. As tempting as Naruto's touches were, Sasuke had caught the underline challenge in the blond's actions. So each time Naruto accosted him, he eventually slipped out of reach. It was not until Naruto made a cheeky comment about Sasuke needing to stop acting coy that Sasuke felt the necessity to assert himself. He ended their tête-à-tête by manhandling the blond off his feet and into the water-filled tub they had prepared with little regret.
"You are the most unromantic prick I've ever come across. Do you know that?" Naruto sputtered out as he stood up from the soaker tub, shoving his drenched hair out of his face.
Sasuke offered him an arch look while he finished showering.
"Oh, really? Is that what you were thinking when I got you out of your clothes and on your knees earlier," Sasuke replied airily.
Naruto exited the tub and trod over to him. Sasuke did not expect the pinch the other man assailed his hip with and he flinched away, surprised. Seeing the smirk Naruto gave him provoked Sasuke into responding with an elbow aimed at the blond's chest, but Naruto caught the attack mid-jab and diverted it away.
"Being horny can cloud your judgment, I'm learning," Naruto said, refusing to let Sasuke's arm go.
They faced off with defiant looks until Sasuke's glare finally segued into something less confrontational and more like an irritated quirk of his lips. Naruto made a face but released him anyway. Then a few minutes and a notable silence later, Sasuke realized that the muteness Naruto had adopted was his way of pouting. The notion of this additional layer in their dynamic was strangely disarming. So as a peace offering, Sasuke volunteered to wash the blond's hair for him, and this seemed to mollify Naruto.
When they both entered the refilled tub, Sasuke sat at one end while Naruto sat at the other. Their legs met at the middle in a casual interweaving of limbs.
Naruto stared at Sasuke with another assessing look, prompting the other man to raise a questioning brow.
"Are you really not going to tell me what Kurama said to you?" Naruto asked after a few moments.
This conversation was inevitable, Sasuke thought.
"If you actually trust the fox the way you say you do, then yes," he answered.
Naruto frowned, looking down at the water's surface. "I'm not going to pretend like that isn't frustrating as hell to hear. I'm not surprised by it, but I'd hoped all this covertness wouldn't continue once I told you what was going on with me. It makes me kind of wary about what it is I'm not remembering, you know?"
His eyes flicked back up to Sasuke.
Feeling a spike of guilt, Sasuke's brows furrowed in sympathy.
"Then why don't we start things off with you telling me about what you do remember?" he offered, shifting the topic slightly.
Naruto's frown deepened, "I've already told you that I don't remember much."
Sasuke rolled his eyes and used his fingers to flick water at Naruto.
"I need you to be more strategic about what you tell me, dobe. Think of this as a mission. For me to attempt retrieving your memories, I'll require touchpoints to help orient myself within your mind."
The blond blinked a few times before understanding settled over his expression.
"Ah, right," he said slowly, then his features fell into deep thought. "There are maybe three key things that stick out to me the most despite the fogginess."
"What are they?" Sasuke asked. With Naruto's change in demeanor, Sasuke's focus honed in on him and he sat up straighter in the tub.
"I—waking up from that coma stands out the most. It's the first time I met Kaiya and when things changed between Kurama and me," Naruto started, "then there's the first time you and I ever had sex. That's the most recent of the things to make it through all the haze. The last thing is… being on a cliff overlooking a ravine. I don't know if that's a memory or not but it's the one visual that sticks with me from this recurring dream I'm having."
Sasuke's brow creased at the mention of a ravine. The scene of Kurama confronting Naruto's two personas by the edge of a cliff immediately came to his mind.
"In this dream, do you ever find yourself falling off the cliff or fighting someone?" he asked cautiously.
Naruto's face became a portrait of distress as his body language transitioned from open to guarded. "Sometimes… sometimes I'm falling," he answered, voice turning small. His gaze was distant. "There's a knife in my chest and I'm falling… but I know it's because I deserve to die..."
Grimly, Sasuke noted how the last of Naruto's words were spoken as if he had entered a trance. What he was witnessing were the effects of a trigger event for the blond. That was clear now. Seeing this and knowing what he did about Naruto's mental state, the man's earlier panic attack also made a bit more sense. Whatever the Kyuubi had done to keep Naruto's memories and other personality at bay had created exacerbated trigger points for the other man. Perhaps that was the haphazard handiwork the creature had spoken about.
Before Sasuke could attempt anything to bring Naruto out of his catatonic state, small wisps of red chakra manifested along Naruto's wet skin. His blue eyes flashed red for a moment, then he blinked. He gave a small start as if he had been jarred out of some daydream.
Naruto stared at Sasuke, seeming to remember that they were having a conversation.
"Shit, did you ask me something?" Naruto said worriedly, "I blanked out for a moment."
Sasuke gave him a wry smile and gently jostled one of Naruto's legs with his own.
"I asked if you wanted something to eat," he lied. It would do no good to push Naruto toward another episode.
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you're actually going to make a meal? You've been pretty elusive about cooking since we got here."
Sasuke tsked and splashed him again.
"Whatever, idiot. Sure, I'll make you a snack and serve it on a plate cradled by rose petals. Does that sound good?"
Naruto laughed, flicking water back at Sasuke in retaliation.
"That sounds pretty romantic, bastard," he chuckled.
Seeing the way Naruto smiled at him, Sasuke became more resolute in his decision to help the man in any way he could.
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A/N: Psst, this is a two-chapter update, so...