Side fics to Drafted: Sick Sasuke
Pairing: Naru/Sasu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: "Naruto', don't own it; not mine. I just borrow Masashi's characters and replace them in naughty positions, and I mean really naughty positions.
Summary: Little one-shots depicting Naruto and Sasuke's life after "Drafted."
A/N: Probably the WORST TIME TO WRITE THIS considering this pandemic, but this was being written for months now… all the same, be safe y'all. Sasuke is still 26 y'll.
Un-Beta'd.
Dedicated to: Lobstirrchwan!
There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down
I know life would suck without you (whoa oh oh)
At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole, but I love you
Pink: True Love
"… Agent Uchiha… are you okay?"
Black eyes narrowed to the sorry peon who had just asked him that question, "I am, why? Are you questioning the integrity of my advice?"
"No," the man squirmed in his seat, "It's just…. you've said the same thing three times already."
Sasuke blinked a little, had he? "So? I was just trying to stress my point; we cannot see the Kurdish forces as enemies."
"We know that Agent," A smooth voice said from the back of the darkened room just as the lights flickered on.
It didn't escape the gathered how Sasuke winced.
"Agent Uchiha," Director Boyles said smoothly, "Your advice on the Kurds was cohesive but do you know that the moment we entered this room, over an hour ago, our biometric data was taken and for the last forty-five minutes your temperature has been on the rise. I've seen you stifle four sneezes in the last ten minutes and you just flinched at the light. The repetition wasn't to stress your point; it was a lapse of short term memory."
Sasuke's jaw clenched, "I'm fine."
"No you are not," Director replied. "Your skin is flushed and your breathing is labored, you are ill Agent; please go home and let your husband take care of you."
"Commander Uzumaki is at the Naval Base and he's way too busy to just leave his duties to chauffeur me home," Sasuke said tightly. "And besides, I'm not married."
"You're right," Director Boyles replied, "But you two have been involved for nearly eight years now, that is a common law marriage in my book. Besides, Commander Uzumaki has been notified half an hour ago and is almost here."
Sasuke felt betrayed. He opened his mouth to speak when the landline rang and Boyles answered it curtly, "Boyles here… yes, I see. Send him in, he's expected."
Murder…. localized genocide…. unleashing those deca-nanomite robots that carried ionized Ebola and were trained to kill by a sting. Those were the ideas to eliminate these traitors that sprung to Sasuke's mind. He squared his jaw and began to pack up his laptop bag.
He slung the strap over his shoulder and was about to go to the door when his vision blurred and had to grab at the nearest flat surface. He grimaced. Fuck it all, he was sick. The door handle turned in and a man, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in army fatigues, a black t-shirt and was aggressively blond came in. His blue eyes ran to Sasuke and he sighed.
"Sorry Director, that you had to deal with this," Naruto said, "But thank you for calling me. I'll take care of it."
Sasuke glared, "Go to hell, you sanctimonious ass. I'd rather walk home than be in three feet of you."
"I'm flattered bastard but I'm allergic to hell, which you don't believe in," Naruto said easily. He then bowed his head to the men, "How long will he have, sirs?"
"As long as he needs to get back to normality," Director Boyles said while twiddling his pen. "Take him home, Commander."
"And don't let him out to terrorize the village," someone quipped. Sasuke's head snapped to that person, his glare primed to decapitate and kill when Naruto grabbed his shoulder and turned him away.
"Come on, Uchiha, you know your one freaky lab accident away from weaponizing that glare," Naruto said.
Sasuke felt himself being ushered down the carpeted corridor and then the elevator was called. A hand was pressed to his forehead and Sasuke flinched away from the touch but not before Naruto had felt the overly-warmness on his skin.
"Hell, S'uke, you're burning up," Naruto said as he pushed Sasuke into the elevator. "We need to get you some medicine ASAP."
"I don't need any fucking medicine," Sasuke snarled.
Warm hands grabbed his shoulder and Naruto stared at him, "Baby, your eyes are unfocused, you have a wobble in your step and your skin is hotter than rocks around the fucking Yosemite Geyser."
"Fuck. You." Sasuke hissed as the elevator hit the ground floor.
"Jeeze, you're a grumpy grouch when you're sick," Naruto's hand guided him past the lobby, used his visitor's pass to swipe them out and when they hit the warm air, Naruto guided him to the visitor's car park and the to the Dodge Ram. "Get in, you bastard."
Grunting, Sasuke went in and flung his laptop on the backseat and strapped himself in. He leaned his feverish head on the headrest while Naruto had the air conditioner on. One-handed, the soldier drove them out of the compound and into the town. He drove down to the nearest CVS and hopped out, while Sasuke stewed in the truck.
He seethed. This was hell on earth to him. He vowed strange and cruel death upon the heads of his department that had sent him away. He needed to work, dammit. And Naruto, if that sonofabitch dared stop him from coming to work the next day, he was going to—a dizzy spell had him grabbing his head and sucking in air as if he was dying. The roiling feel in his chest and the sudden spike of his temperature, had him cringing.
The door was tugged open and warm air came in for a moment before Naruto hopped in, closed the door and then uncapped the bottle of DayQuil. Pouring the liquid out, he handed the cup over to Sasuke, "Don't make me have to hold you down and force ye to drink it."
Scowling, Sasuke took the cap and shot the medicine back before grimacing. "Cherry, dobe? Of all the fucking flavors you had to get me cherry?"
"I'm sorry, what would you have preferred?" Naruto asked easily. "Some mint green DPH with a double dose of battery acid?"
"I'd take the battery acid, no chaser thank you," he huffed even as the medicine was starting to work.
Naruto took the freeway and dialed up a Nickelback song on the radio. The smooth motion of the car and the painkillers were making his drowsy and by the time Naruto pulled into their shared home driveway, he was one breath away from a heavy sleep. The Naruto—the bastard he was—uttered something that had Sasuke growling under his breath.
"Do you want me to carry you up, sweetheart?"
"Fuck you and go die in a fire," Sasuke huffed before popping the inside handle and getting out. His legs felt like rubber underneath him and his vision swam but he managed to get out and into the house. Dropping his laptop bag on the couch, he tugged his jacket off and nearly ripped his tie away too. His mind was deliriously imagining a bed when Naruto grabbed his arm and steered him into the bedroom.
"Let me help you take a bath and then whip up some soup for you. You're an asshole but I love you," he said softly, "So, you're gonna have to eat before you take the next dose." He then hunkered down and Sasuke looked into the warm blue eyes he had fallen in love with eight years ago on the basketball court at Gai's. "I know you're gonna bitch and whine about it but you're gonna have to stay away from the office for a while. There are dozens of analysts there, I'm sure they can hold down the fort until you get well."
Huffing—of sniffing really—Sasuke sighed, "Fuck it all."
"That's my beautiful bastard, now, about that bath," Naruto clapped him on the shoulder. "Lukewarm or the fires of Mount Doom hot?"
After a bath, vegetable soup, and more fucking medicine, Sasuke tried to banish the fatigue pulling him down and look at his laptop. But why the fuck were all the letters mixed up? He squinted, trying to put back the word Benghazi where it should be after Libya but the damn thing would not cooperate. Or, was it his brain?
"All right," Naruto said, plucking the laptop away, "That's enough. You're gonna fry your brain at this level."
Huffing, he clutched at the blanket while Naruto joined him on their bed. "I know you're a fucking workaholic baby but it won't do you any good to pushing yourself further than you can manage." An arm was wrapped around him and he—reluctantly (at least, that was what he told himself) he leaned into the hold. "You need to rest."
"I'll rest when I'm dead," Sasuke muttered half-heartedly.
"Keep pushin' and you will be," Naruto snorted, "Let's just get some rest, okay, been a long day for you."
"No, it wasn't," he countered.
"Baby, this morning you nearly used a stick of butter as deodorant," Naruto teased. "Thank god I got there in time or you'd have gone to work smelling like 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter'."
"Bastard," Sasuke sighed but then sank into his lover's arms. "You're gonna pay for that."
"Yeah, yeah," Naruto kissed his forehead. "At least you're not burning up. Maybe it was just a bug or something."
"Y—" he yawned. "Maybe."
Soon enough, he was out like a light.
Three days in and Sasuke was getting to his limit. Wavering between bouts of dizziness and little hunger, these fucking four walls were beginning to close in on him. Naruto was gone for most of the day leaving him alone with HBO and CNN, the only two channels of their 400 plus that he was willing to watch. He was sick that he wasn't at work but then when he took more than five tottering steps to the bathroom he remembered why. Even worse, he had not been touched in the three days. He wanted…fuck…he wanted Naruto. It was not as if he was sick on the bed, his vertigo only reared its ugly when he stood.
He shut the TV off and went to the bedroom. Shrugging the thin blanket off her sat at the edge of the bed wondering what to do to get his lover to well…get on him. He rubbed his face, glad that the mucus had dried up a day ago. He tugged his shirt off and laid back on the bed, resting. What might it take to get his boyfriend to fuck him?
A visual clue maybe?
He managed to wiggle out of his shorts and black boxer-briefs. Now, if this did not do the trick, he would have to wonder if Naruto was a red-blooded as he claimed. Checking his cell, he noted it was time for his man to come back home so he managed to drape the blanket over his cock. However, he began to think of the past eight years with his lover and he was getting hard. His hand pressed on the cloth ever so lightly but he refrained from touching himself...yet.
The scrape of wheels on gravel only made his expectation higher and he even slid a hand under the blanket to touch himself. He began to lose him in his own fantasy when Naruto called, "Sasuke, baby, you here?"
His low moan had to be nearly inaudible but soon Naruto was pushing the door in and walking in, only to stop at the doorway and stare. He forced his eyes open and looked through lust heavy eyes to his lover. "Care to join me?"
"Sasuke," Naruto asked warily, "Are ye sure about this?"
"Have it your way. I'll take care of myself then," he said only to have the blanket be ripped away from him then Naruto placed his knees on the edge of the bed in front of him and then everything …disappeared. Naruto's hands, lips, and tongue, had pleasure spiking through him as he sucked Sasuke's cock. Peeling his eyes open he watched him, barely breathing. Naruto's brow was furrowed but then his blue eyes flick up to meet Sasuke and his heart nearly stopped. Fuck. His gamble had been right.
"Keep going," he breathed, "You're fucking amazing."
He slid his hands into golden hair and rocked his hips, fucking Naruto mouth slowly, groaning as his lover bobbed his head faster. Then he stopped and Sasuke was about to cry out in loss when the hurried shucking of clothes had him seeing a magnificent golden body being unclothed.
"Want me right here on my back?" Sasuke asked giddily, "Or—"
"I want you to stay right there S'uke, don't move."
Sliding unto the bed, Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's flushed body again, holding him for a kiss that turned Sasuke's insides out in the very best way. Sinking down on top of him, Naruto kissed Sasuke passionately, not caring that the Uchiha's slightly feverishly body was pressed against his.
"I want you just like this," Naruto whispered then kissed Sasuke once more. Reaching over to the nightstand, he fumbled for the lube, while the sheets gathered in Sasuke's curling fingers. He cocked his legs up while Naruto slicked his fingers up.
Slowly, Naruto began to prep him, "Damn baby, I love how you're still so tight. How do you want it, rough and fast or soft and slow?"
"Don't—" Sasuke arched with a pant, "Don't' give a fuck, just get inside me."
Cocking Sasuke's legs over his shoulders, Naruto was about to guide himself in but stopped, "On second thought…turn around, baby."
Those words shot straight to Sasuke's balls, and he bit down on a moan. He knew what Naruto wanted and he wanted it too, a rough, hard fuck with him on his hands and knees, pinned down and doing nothing but taking it. As he shifted position, Naruto was behind him pressing against Sasuke's bottom, folding himself over his back. Sasuke's head was already spinning and the anticipation was almost driving him insane. And just like that, he felt the wide dome at his entrance and with a sucked breath and a smooth slide he was filled in, balls deep.
Sasuke's head twisted sideways on the pillow while a hot body covered his and wide hands covered his to lace their fingers together. All Sasuke could think of was Naruto's heat and being filled in so deeply. He felt kisses being dropped on his shoulders while Naruto's cock slid deeper. As Naruto always does when he wanted to fuck hard, he took his time, letting Sasuke get used to him before he went to town. Sasuke's body yielded easily to him, feeling the soft glide in and out before Naruto's hips found a perfect, smooth cadence, for a few strokes, anyway.
Just as Sasuke felt his body get lax and when he would finally breathe, Naruto sped up. There was a death grip on Sasuke's hips now and the blond, with one hand, held him perfectly still as he slammed into the raven. Skin slapped against skin obscenely. Every thrust knocked Sasuke breath from his lungs, and halfway out of his mind he was moaning and cursing, but the only thing he could feel was Naruto, warm body and is hard, thick cock tunneling through him, zeroing in on his prostate with every ram and the deliciously painful grip on his hips.
Naruto kneed his legs apart and his weight shifted, pushing Sasuke all the way down onto the pillow-top mattress, as he fucked Sasuke deep and hard. Nothing else existed for Sasuke, nothing else mattered, only the Uzumaki's cock driving into him, and his own abandoned cock rubbing against the sheets. He felt the orgasm building by the second but did not want this lovely erotic torture to end.
His fingers clawed at the sheets and his toes curled tightly but under Naruto's bulk, he could not move. It was halfway torture to lie there and just take it, to love how his man fucked him but he was still somewhat weak so maybe it was for the best. With Naruto's body against his and his sliding cock assuring him of their love, it was impossible to think of anything else, but his body was starting to lock up.
Naruto's hot breath was in his ear. "Fuck baby, you get tight when you're close."
Biting his lip, Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to lose his shit just yet. He felt Naruto getting close by how he sounded— his catching breath, his strained and shaky voice and shorted jabs of his cock. Naruto then rallied up and managed to thrust even harder as if he fuck up to Sasuke's throat. Grabbing the sheets, Sasuke pressed forehead into the mattress, holding his breath and hoping.
Come on, Naruto, get me to the last…get me there.
And then, as if was an answer to his prayer, Naruto sank his sharp teeth into Sasuke's shoulder. And he comes apart, screaming. One second, Sasuke's on the verge, and the next, he's gone, utterly gone. His body locking up, his breath trapped in his lungs while his cock is spurting out cum on the sheets. Naruto just kept fucking him relentlessly even though he was shattered underneath him. Then Naruto grabbed his hips, roared like an untamed beast and collapsed on top of him. All Sasuke could do was to lie there- not like he was going to complain- and clench his passage over the still hard cock inside him while the aftershocks rippled through him.
"Fuck." Naruto breathed and he exhales, his big body relaxing on top of Sasuke they way the Uchiha loved it after a session like that.
"Fuck is right," Sasuke's breathed.
Naruto dropped a light kiss on his shoulder. "You started it."
As Naruto pulled out, Sasuke flipped on the back and cuddled close, "You know," Sasuke murmured, with his head on his boyfriend's chest. "Whatever I've got you might have just got it too."
Naruto laughed, "Like hell, I've been poisoned with the worst fucking cocktail of poisons and that shit did not even stick. Try again."
"Fine," Sasuke yawned, "Keep fucking me like that and I'm sure I'll recover, deal?"
"Deal."
A/N: I swear I'm working on A.I. Robot but in the meantime, REVIEW DAMMIT!
