Side fics to Drafted: If It Ain't Broke…
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: I DO NOT PERSONALLY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE CIA/NSA/FBI/AREA 51 aside from what I see on TV.
UN-BETA'D
One day, me no even talking to you
Next day, watch me call ya
One minute, you hit me
Then the next you want me put it on ya
I love it when we fight just to make up
Funny how bad words turn to making love
I get under your skin, babe, just because
I love it when we fight just to make up
Well, make it up to me, baby
I make you happy in the bed
—R-City, Make Up
Dumbfounded, Sasuke watched at Director Boyles, took his phone, and pressed a button—a speed dial button. His eyes were latched on Sasuke when he spoke. "Commander Uzumaki, Boyles here, Code 2, your husband is being… difficult."
Difficult.
The motherfucker said difficult.
And when the fuck had, they made a distress code specifically to for him? And again, he and Naruto were not married, so what the fuck? Leaning back into his chair, Sasuke pasted his trademark. I do not give a fuck/ you're playing with fire look on his face and listened to the Director talk to Naruto.
"ETA ten minutes? That's acceptable," Director Boyles nodded as if Naruto could see him from the army base. "We'll be expecting you."
Giving a long-suffering sigh, while his chest was blistering with rage, Sasuke stood and began to pack. "Despite your objections, Director, bio-chemical weapons have no effect on the insurgents in North Korea. We still do not know the extent of their national immunization protocol. What to say they have not made their citizens immune to almost every toxicant made?"
"Using the bioweapon is not a definitive, Agent Uchiha," the Director said calmly. "It is only the last resort tabled by the White House analysts. With any luck, we will not have to use it." He paused, "I suppose, you're heading out for the playground, hm?
How the fuck did the man know that? Whenever Sasuke was pissed off, Naruto took him to the Naval base to work off his anger, but seeing as the commander was doing a three-month stint on the CIA grounds, he took Sasuke to the training yard just below instead. But calling the multimillion, GI-Joe tech level facility, the playground was beyond the pale.
"Yes," Sasuke said simply. "And I would appreciate it if your pawns did not make more bets this time."
"I cannot give you that Agent Uchiha," the man's lips twitched. "Seems like yours and your husband's fights are the only enjoyment we have around here."
Refraining for rolling his eyes, Sasuke closed his laptop bag and nodded, "Excuse me."
He got to the lobby just as Naruto came in. The blond took one look at him, sighed then reached out for his bag. "You're pissed."
A sleek eyebrow ticked up. "You can't tell?"
"Will you stop being an asshole for one second," Naruto huffed. "I'll meet you at the regular place. Your sweats are in your locker, right?"
"Yes," Sasuke nodded as the elevator came, and they stepped in.
It took them to the ground floor, and then he took a side stair to the underground lockers. Flashing his badge at the sensor, Sasuke stepped into the underground lockers while Naruto went off to put away his laptop in their car.
Changed into his sweat-pants, a dark tank-top that blared his triple band of blue and AEUQTIAS tattoo on his arm. He laced up his sneakers numbly and, after a few breaths, left the locker rooms to the outside compound.
On the way to the ring, near a forested stretch of land, Sasuke spotted the edge of the circle and stepped into the makeshift ring. "Good."
"So, here we are again…" Naruto noted as he too stepped forward. "Fighting like our teenage selves."
"Except now, we're ten years older," Sasuke said. "But I'm still pissed at you for forcing me to rest when I was sick." Sasuke took a readied stance, " I plan on doing major damage so you get a free pass to hit me as much as you can first, after that… brace yourself."
"Aw, in other words, are you saying you're worried about me?" Naruto said, unable to help the tease.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. It didn't matter; Naruto knew Sasuke was spoiling for a fight, to exorcise his anger and asserting his dominance, the one he pretended to Naruto has. In all things, he and Naruto were equal, but Sasuke had just an edge in maturity. Most days, Naruto was a kid in a man's body—expect when they were fucking.
Sasuke watched him, snorting. "You going to start?"
"This is your party. I figure you should have the first dance," Naruto said.
"Oh, shut up," Sasuke temper flared.
The first blow Sasuke aimed at him was easy to dodge, Naruto ducking around it with a soft mocking snort. The next came, and Naruto weaved again and then around the follow-up blow.
"Are we warming up first?" Naruto asked with a cock of his head.
Sasuke was testing the waters, not going as hard as he could be, but trying to read Naruto 's reaction time and the way he moved. Something he did not need to do as they had been fighting for the best part of ten years—he knew all Naruto's tricks. When the next attack came, Naruto weaved around it again, but Sasuke twisted unexpectedly and landed his fist in Naruto's middle.
The dam broke.
He was almost taken off-guard by the flurry of the next set of Naruto's retaliation. The Uzumaki had let Sasuke tested the waters enough Naruto came at him with fists flying. Sasuke fended them off with little thought. When it came to fighting with Naruto, he slipped into some strange subspace and reacted out of instinct than thought.
When Naruto took a break, Sasuke dived in. Careful to avoid the several blows aimed at him, Naruto dodged around those he could, and swept the rest away from him, sending Sasuke 's fists to either side before they could touch him.
"I don't know, are you done 'dancing' yet?" Sasuke mocked.
"You're doing the two-step," Naruto grinned, "I'm on tango."
Frustrated again, but of how close he had come to hitting Naruto, Sasuke upped the ante. Naruto was a big man, only a few inches taller than Naruto, but he had twice the bulk, and all of it was muscle. Sasuke wasn't going to ignore that one solid punch from Naruto would spell disaster, but he wasn't going to allow his head to get knocked off by the stronger man.
Aiming a series of kicks, Sasuke clocked a roundhouse into Naruto jaw, but the man only flicked away and laughed.
"I've been waiting till you decided to start the fight," Naruto threw over.
With speed Sasuke hadn't been expecting, Naruto threw himself forward, in a somewhat animalistic move—fucking capoeira—and shoved his shoulder into him, pivoted on one heel, and came up with a kick that passed Sasuke's cheek by an inch. He threw himself back on his hands and skidded away, with a grin.
Naruto leaped up with a grin, he spun a kick, and the blow landed but was deflected by the arm Sasuke shoved out toward him. It was a glancing blow, but enough to take Naruto off-balance, forcing him to twist to catch himself on the ground with one heel before Sasuke rushed in, and he was sent flying.
Sasuke twisted with that same startling speed and lashed out with one foot, using his body's momentum to drive his foot forward with extra force. Naruto caught it, a jolt running up his arms as the boot drove into his palms, but it was far better than taking the blow to its intended place in his gut. He knew better than to hold onto Sasuke's foot, but was a second late as Sasuke leaped and slammed his foot into the side Naruto's head.
Naruto shook the blow off like a terminator and recalibrated, hopping on his feet to shake the residual effects away. As fucking usual, people were gathered at the side, taking in the fight.
It was mindless, the flow, weaving and bobbing, flipping away, spinning, ducking, and that moment—almost slow motion—when Naruto grabbed his arm and Sasuke used the momentum to spin up, brace his hands on Naruto's shoulder and did a handstand on the man's shoulders. Suspended in the air for an eternal moment, Sasuke heard the hush fall over the crowd before time started again. When he flicked over and did a triple summersault away, he spun to his lover and grinned.
Sasuke rushed in just as Naruto did, and they met blow for blow, the synergy smooth like a river flowing. It was freeing, not having to think, only react. The blows stung- but stung good.
He knew that later, Naruto would kiss those sore spots, lick over the bruises, and worship his body so tenderly, he'd be floating in a sea of pleasure. They broke away, but he wasted no time in advancing on Naruto, lashing out with another series of blows. Naruto dodged once more, unable to help his laugh as the strike sailed half an inch from his jaw, Sasuke 's knuckles nearly brushing his cheek as his fist flew by.
Sasuke growled. "Fuck."
Adrenaline pumping, Naruto grabbed him, bodied him, grabbed his middle, and power slammed him to the mate. The air whooshed out of Sasuke's lungs as his back slammed into the ground, but he kept head from knocking. Sasuke grinned, twisted his body, and soon it was Naruto who was on the ground with Sasuke trapping his arms above his head.
Sasuke cocked his head, smirking, "You look good on your back, Commander, you should keep it up."
Naruto took advantage of the moment, used the man's hips to push himself away, and yank his legs free from beneath him. Sasuke back, trying to get away from Naruto before he could get caught. Naruto locked his legs around Sasuke's waist, shoving them back on the ground using his chest and weight to hold Sasuke down.
Sasuke laughed, "For that commander, dinner is on you."
Naruto dipped his head to kiss Sasuke, not minding the sweat dripping unto Sasuke's lips. "Deal."
Pulling away, Naruto held out his hand and pulled Sasuke up. Looking at the crowd, Sasuke sighed, "Why the fuck is it always like this with us."
The blonde shrugged and tugged his shirt off, showing the scores of people his golden skin, muscles, and tattoos. He slapped it over his shoulder and shrugged, "You know what they say, if it ain't broke…"
Someone had said those words to him a long time ago—back at Kyushu with the mission to take down Orochimaru's cell— Hydra. Kin. Kin had said that to him. The memory of the dead girl nearly shot him down a path of regret, but he shook it off. At least Kin was not suffering anymore.
"Catch me later," Sasuke said, "I'm gonna shower."
Naked and shivering under Naruto's hand, Sasuke revealed in his lover stroking his cock, getting incredibly hard again at Naruto's fingers in his ass.
The blood was pounding in Sasuke ears as he slid his body closer to Naruto, who was between his knees. Sasuke widened his legs up so that they're on either side of his body, Naruto's thighs resting on the inside of Sasuke's thighs.
Naruto is smiling now, not the wide goofy grin he usually wore, but a tender, loving contrite smile at the damage he had caused. Sasuke knew that Naruto saw all the blackening-blueing spots on Sasuke's milky skin showed everything—every touch, every mark, every place.
Captured in the haze of his pleasure, Sasuke placed one and on top of Naruto's on his cock, and squeezed gently as they stroked together. With one hand on top of Naruto's and the other grabbing at the sheets, Sasuke nearly mewled when Naruto dropped a kiss on his ribcage.
"Don't," he panted, "Its not your fault. I asked for it."
In response, Naruto laid himself on Sasuke, braced his weight on his arms, and kissed the Uchiha. A slow, loving kiss loaded with heat and lust and longing. "I should have pulled my punches." He whispered.
"Like fuck you will," Sasuke attempted to glare, but it fell flat. "I'm not some chick asking you for a play fight, Naruto, if I ask you to go berserk on me, fucking do it." Trapping Naruto's face in his hands, Sasuke said, "You are the only one I trust to get my head in the right place, dobe. You're the only one who has a hand on my leash to keep me sane, so if I need you to punch me back into sanity, you will damn well do it. Y' hear me?"
Naruto laughed, "I love you too, baby,"
Satisfied, Sasuke shuddered lightly with anticipation and arousal when Naruto cocked his leg up, and the head of his cock pushed in. Arching back, Sasuke felt Naruto bring his free hand to his face and gently—so gently—stroked Sasuke's cheek, looking into Sasuke's eyes. He whispered soft words of love, and adoration to the Sasuke as he slid in fully,
Gently pushing Sasuke back on the bed, Naruto lifted both of his legs to rest on his shoulders and started to move. The feeling was sublime, and Sasuke fell into the rhythm soon, sliding his body to meet the thrusts, pressing Naruto deeper inside him. The motion is slow, like molasses on a winter morning, but Sasuke felt it all; every stroke, every vein, every pulse, and sank his blunt nails into his lover's thighs.
Gradually Naruto expanded the arc of his movements, withdrawing to let the fat head of his cock rest inside Sasuke before sheathing himself fully inside the Uchiha. Blue eyes, the consistency of lasers, were all over Sasuke's body, watching him move, shudder, quake, and come apart under the blond's touch.
Once or twice, Naruto's eyes would close, and his head would loll back, his peach lips parting with the soft moans and groans of his pleasure. A look of pure beauty to Sasuke. His body, thick and muscled, started to thrust in harder, delivering back-breaking thrusts and Sasuke is no longer able to think about anything. The only thing that exists in his world was his and Naruto's connection, the intertwining of their bodies and souls.
Sasuke grabbed his cock, his flesh rock-hard from the sensational sex and sweet sensations possessing his body. He palmed his tender cock, stroking up and down, but he's so sensitive that the contact is almost unbearable.
Naruto paused, and drops Sasuke's legs down from his shoulders, guiding them around his hips. Automatically, Sasuke hooked his ankles over his lover's waist and pulled him in deeper. Falling forward, Naruto caught himself on his elbows and dips his mouth to Sasuke's chest, suckling one nipple into his mouth.
Sasuke's hand bury themselves in Naruto's wet golden curls, gripping at the strands and riding out the pure ecstasy in his body. Naruto lips left his nipples and travel up, leaving a trail of wet, sucking kisses up across a pale collarbone, up to Sasuke's neck, and finally meets his mouth. They kiss while Naruto grabs his leg in a tight grip, and starts hammering inside Sasuke.
Pulling away from the kiss, the Uchiha's head falls back, and his mouth opens with cries of lust. Soon, the friction of Naruto's belly on his cock is all it takes for Sasuke to shatter, his body splinters in fragments, and white is behind his eyes. Dimly, he feels Naruto coming inside him, pulse after pulse of hot cum coating his channel, and he lets out a satisfied gasp at the feel.
When the world stopped spinning in reverse, neither Sasuke or Naruto move from the tight embrace. All Sasuke wants is to feel the heated breaths on his collarbone and feel the tiny aftershocks run through him. Naruto is moving inside him, flexing a little, but then pulls away and slips out of his body, only to take Sasuke's in his arms and smile.
"See, baby," Naruto dropped a kiss on his temple. "I love you; you love me, we fight like madmen and come back to fuck it out. It ain't broke... and will never be."
"Promise?" Sasuke asked, with more vulnerability that he would ever admit to.
"Promise."
A/N: Errrrmmm... review?
