Chapter 21: Mind Games pt2
Parings: Naru/Sasu….duh.
Rating: K-T (first) M-NC-17 (later)
Disclaimer: I do not own the sheer genius "Naruto"; Shippuden or other. The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto and his genius brain that created this masterpiece.
Summary: Remember the summer camp you went to; that quaint place out in the woods, by a lake, sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories and eating s'mores? Well this summer school, sure as hell, isn't that. Three months, Sasuke, teenage delinquents, illegal alcohol, prescription drugs, annoying shrinks, escape plans, a Shitzu from hell, and new relationships; welcome to camp. NaruSasuNaru.
A/N: This chap's focuses on Naruto. WARNING: It's going to get kinda gritty up in here.
A/N2: Check my profile for link to the artwork. :)
READ THIS BEFORE YOU GO ANY FURTHER!
To answer some questions I've been getting about Sasuke's OOC-ness in the last chapter; here it is:
No, HELL NO, he's not bi; he's not crazy and he's not going 'soft'; AND NO he's NOT going to jump the pink-ette AT ALL! #Blegghh.
He actually likes Sakura...well tolerates her at least... Remember when Kakashi explained Sasuke's character to Iruka; ya'know about the possessive; protective side of him... If anything, with Sakura he fills in the role of tyrannical big brother to her but CURRENTLY he's practicing something called the fine art of 'MANIPULATION,' a.k.a brain f***ing.
You may return to you regular programming.
(*)(*)(*)
Pushing the door open he went completely immobile as a seeming tidal wave of freezing ice battered him. Slowly turning around a tall buzz cut redhead grinned, amber eyes alight with thinly masked sadism. "Well you ill-mannered heathen...aren't you going to say 'hello'?"
It took a massive amount of will to utter the next word: "...Kyuubi."
(*)(*)(*)
This wasn't happening.
His body had gone completely numb under five split seconds and his spine had stiffened like galvanized iron; memories he had been trying hard to bury and suppress sprung up before him in a nauseous wave. He swallowed, hard.
"Kyuubi." He repeated flatly entering the room and closing the door behind him. "...what are you doing here?"
"To visit you..." The redhead man answered snidely, "... or haven't you still grasped the painfully obvious?"
A tan fist clenched in irritation but after years of practice his face remained completely lifeless; even though rage was steadily building in his stomach, clawing up his throat like burning acid and narrowing his mind to concentric blooded circles of loathing.
"What do you want?" he asked his tone emotionless and flat.
"Actually, I wanted to find you on a slab in the morgue but apparently you still obstinately clinging to life..." Kyuubi said easily while brushing invisible lint off his pristine uniform; "...sad, pathetic and worthless as you are."
The majority of the words seemed to bounce off Naruto easily; all things considered those were on the extreme lighter side of Kyuubi's insults; but unbidden some still sunk under his skin; attacking the tender part of his psyche that still remained an abused six years old.
"Anyways," he scoffed humourlessly, "...in retrospect I really didn't think this through, did I... agreeing to send you to a military camp was incredibly stupid. I should have gone with the serious prison option...you know concentration camp style... circa Nazi Germany 1914."
He went deathly still, "Are you...?"
"Unfortunately, I can't remove you from here...apparently too much time has passed; but then I realized that finishing this program still won't do you any good because you still have a prison sentence to complete." He lied smoothly.
First blow.
That caused a reaction; blue eyes flew open. "What...but the parole officer said..."
"Oh," he grinned baring longer than normal white canines, "...that's right...he didn't tell you did he...well the military lawyers revisited my case; they've ruled that the use of liquid mercury was an act of premeditated murder and not aggravated provocation...so after this...program...you will be remanded by the Navy to serve fifteen years in maximum prison."
Second blow.
Naruto's world went incredibly hazy as he grabbed at the nearest wall, "Y...you didn't..."
A serpentine grin crossed the face of the chief petty officer; "Yes I did... and based on that, they have extended my guardianship of you until you're twenty one." he smirked still lying his ass off; but Naruto didn't need to know about it, did he.
Naruto took a minute to digest the information hitting him like M16 bullets. He sunk his teeth into his tongue until metallic blood pooled in his mouth just as he counted back from five hundred in Russian just to try and calm down.
Kyuubi was still talking: "...anyways on another topic, some of your teachers have informed me of your grades...your rock bottom grades...and that fact is that you're barely passing anything." He snorted, "...honestly I'm not surprised...you always would be stupid; no brains to fill a tin can."
Third blow.
Lies; all of it. The truth was that Naruto was almost in the highest percentile at everything; academic and physical, guaranteeing him a spot in the military, but Kyuubi's aim was to disrupt his psyche; to set him off kilter, and it was clearly working.
The Uzumaki could've dealt with all that before he heard this: "...and by the way; you're little Aaliyah...well I heard that she met with a...unfortunate...accident at her temple...the misguided shell-bomb kind...I heard she's burnt beyond recognition."
Fourth blow; something in Naruto snapped.
He blindly lunged at the redhead and immediately found himself in a gripping arm lock; "ASSHOLE!" he snarled craning his head over his shoulder. "You had something to do with that; didn't you?"
Kyuubi wrenched his arm harder and leaned in whispering: "Maybe I did...maybe I didn't...even if I did..." he leaned in amber eyes alight with cruelty, "...what're you going to do about it...that black haired Muslim bitch deserved it."
"Why?" he struggling out of the hold. Breaking free he staggering back; the hurt in his core reflected on his face. "...what is wrong with you...why would you do that?"
"Because I could." was the simple answer as the man turned to leave. "One month and twenty-seven days left... enjoy it."
(*)(*)(*)
His world had just flipped on its side. Everything he was hoping for had just blown up and burnt to ashes right before his eyes, especially his freedom.
He felt sick.
Dizzy, he knew he needed to return to class but that just wasn't an option; he needed to get this anger out of his system before he went crazy and did something stupid he knew he would instantly regret. His vision field narrowed to one place. Naruto burst into the gymnasium at top speed, nearly breaking the door down in his effort to get inside. It was empty...perfect.
He paused for a split second to breathe; but then he reacted and his fist took a chip out of the closest standing wooden dummy. The rage in him was blinding; reaching heights he normally shied away from because he knew that if there was even a small micro-crack in his control, the anger would take over his body he would become an animal.
'Aaliyah...my god...I'm sorry'. He cursed himself for dooming another innocent human being; just as he had been told myriad times that he was that cause of his parents deaths.
He didn't even try to do one of the calming techniques Iruka had taught him. It wouldn't work anyways. This rage needed a primitive medium to get out and there was only one thing he could to get this all this rage out, and it consisted of two words; 'punching bag.'
Grasping the ends of his shirt he ripped the thin blue cloth over his head, hooked his teeth at the hem and deftly ripped strips of the cloth. Using the strips of blue cotton he deftly wrapped his hands, winding tighter and tighter until he could fell the blood flow stopping and the appendages went cold and numb.
All the time while wrapping his hands mechanically his gaze was turned inside. His blistering loathing and hatred were so closely entwined that he didn't completely understand or differentiate who he despised most; Kyuubi or himself. The memories with the redhead bastard still were running through his mind and he did nothing to stop them.
They were fuel.
Heaving the densely packed ninety pound black bag he hooked it on the dangling tether and started to punch.
(*)(*)(*)
"Sasuke!"
The raven's head shot up from his calculus book astonished as to why Iruka was screaming his name. It was just in time to see the sable haired man skidding up to him panting like he had just run a marathon.
Obsidian eyebrows contracted. "Iruka-sen-"
"Naruto..." he panted, hand over his chest, "He's going berserk in the gym; no one can stop him...even I can't."
His eyes widened for a second as he asked carefully; "...what happened?"
A grim look slashed over the young shrink's face. "His guardian visited him..." that and the grim look on the man's face was enough to answer everything.
Sasuke calmly closed the book he was pretending to read while in actuality he was mentally calculating the proportions of the cyanide solution to the Tantulla berries for the paralysis inducing concoction and then stood up: "...And... you think ...I can get to him?"
"Yes." The man sighed.
"Why?" he asked slowly as his mind started to run over myriad intervention tactics; there were two... psychological or physical...the question was...which one.
"You two have a..." Iruka trailed off for a second then blurted out frustrated; "...a something...that's... it's undefinable...you two are exact opposites but somehow...somehow... you're exactly alike...the anger you both have is differently motivated but it's still anger...he's in a self-destructive rage spiral...please Sasuke...please try get to him... talk to him." The man was desperate; eyes frantic.
'Talk,' Sasuke snorted mentally, 'if he's truly in a rage spiral; there is no power on earth that can make him react to a conversation...get on your game Iruka.'
"Hn..." He said. The interference method he had just come up with wasn't the most...logical to most people but he instinctively knew it would work; but there was a...slight... problem. Pinning the psychoanalyst with his gaze he demanded: "...but you need to promise me that whatever method I use to get to him, you're not going to freak out about it...I need carte blanche approval."
"What...why?" the man asked clearly confused.
His face went grim, "... trust me...my method isn't going to be...docile."
(*)(*)(*)
It was a strange sensation; being immeasurably mentally exhausted and unimaginably physically forceful. The punching bag Naruto was decimating was on the brink of bursting at the seams but he still punched it with everything in him.
There wasn't any hope for placing a figure on it; Kyuubi would go to extraordinary lengths just to make him suffer in any way possible: physical, emotional, and mental; the amount of screwed up mind games the man had played on the blond during his life with him were incalculable.
The man was completely psychotic but the thing was, like a true sociopath, he knew exactly how to hide it. Kyuubi was the most charming person someone could've ever hoped to meet...until the ugly came out.
'Kyuubi,' he snarled mentally, '...you cruel fucking redhead motherfucker. I HATE YOU!'
Reaching up to his hairline he mechanically wiped the sweat off his brow with the cotton wrapped hand. A stinging tingle made him bring the limbs to his eyes, the blue orbs roved over the appendages absently noticing the battered knuckles and the matted blood.
It didn't matter; he was totally numb.
His back met the closest wall and slowly sunk to the floor still staring at the battered hands. His head met the wall behind him and his eyelids slipped to half-mast as the blue orbs stared out into space.
Numb.
*****Naruto memories*****
3 yrs.
He couldn't stop crying; no one would tell him what was happening behind the huge white door; sniffling the thin three year old brought his legs up to his chin and buried his bruised face in the cold comfort of his scratched arms.
His Spiderman t-shirt hung piteously on his sobbing frame, chest heaving with every breath. His left foot was twitching with the cold air after having lost the small red shoe and the matching sock somewhere he couldn't remember. He was hungry, cold, tired and confused but that didn't stop the crying; he knew that behind the looming door were his parents.
He absently remembered the screaming...the metallic crunch of metal...the splash of his juice box hitting the roof, the spike of metal that pierced his mother in half. After that everything went black. He had woken up to see a man in white trying to talk to him but the only think he heard were his own screams for his mommy and daddy.
The words that floated around him were; 'accident'..., 'fire...', 'blood-loss...', 'seizure...', 'coma...' but he couldn't understand anything.
The only thing little Naruto wanted was his daddy hoisting him up to play 'airplane' or his mother's soothing voice as she cleansed his cuts and put on his HULK Band-Aids.
"M...mommy." he sobbed.
"Naruto?" a kind voice prodded him. The tufty headed child glanced up bleakly at the blond haired and white clothed woman.
"M...mommy," he sniffed, '...wher's my mommy."
"Naruto." She said slowly, "...I'm so sorry baby...you're mother and father are dead."
He couldn't comprehend and it showed. The nurse tried again: "Naruto...your mommy and daddy aren't going to go home with you...they're gone baby...I'm sorry."
It took a while for him to process what she had said; and then to the surprise of the nurse and the surrounding witnesses, when most children would have thrown a fit, he went completely silent; blue eyes wide but empty; clutching at his scraped knees.
"Naruto?"
Nothing.
"Naruto...NARUTO...DOCTOR!" she screamed as the blue eyes rolled up and the small body went lax in a faint.
(*)(*)(*)
The priest knelt down beside the little tan form slowly colouring a page out of the exercise book. Father Yomuraba went still; the only colour on the page was red.
Blood red.
"Naruto?" he asked the silent child. Blue eyes looked up at him for a second before returning to his activity; the man was used to the child's blank look; he had seen it too many times with the gaggle of orphans under his care. "Naruto, there is someone here to see you...his name is Kyuubi...he was a friend of your parents."
The tiny fist stopped moving then started trembling. The priest waited for a moment before tilting the shaggy blond head up to him and was surprised to see tears glinting in the lifeless blue eyes.
"Naruto...you're being adopted."
(*)(*)(*)
6yrs
Fever was wracking his six year old body. Weakly he reached up and his dim eyes took in the dark ship hold basement that Kyuubi had locked him in just because he hadn't gotten out of the rain early enough. When he had started to sniffle and cough; the man had shoved him in the mostly empty room with a sneer and a; 'Don't infect others, you parasite.'
(*)(*)(*)
9yrs
He was running and laughing. The dirt kicked up by his heels lingered in the hot Boa Vista Brazilian air as he played barefoot football in the tightly packed dirt field patch with some of the local kids that lived near the army base.
"Pasa la pelota!(1)" someone screamed at him.
Naruto grinned and kicked the battered green ball over to the brunet boy running beside him only to run into a still form and fall on his ass.
His heart rate skyrocketed when he looked up at Kyuubi's dark face and swallowed.
(*)(*)(*)
13yrs
"You sure?" Naruto asked his bunkmate; a thirteen year old sandy haired gangly European teen; the son of the shipmaster.
"Yes." Rowan replied rolling his eyes and handing him the bottle; "...Garrett gave it to me...it's just beer; try it."
Hesitatingly he took the dark bottle and took a swig; the alcohol raced down his throat and hit his half-empty stomach sending an immediate high to his novice head.
"Whoa..." he pulled back for a second then with a shrug downed the whole bottle; chugging the contents down in five huge gulps.
"Dude," his friend said grinning, "you might want to take it easy...we do have cali in the morning."
"Yeah, so...even if I'm stoned, I'm still going to leave all of you in the dust...gimme another." He ordered.
He didn't remember much after that just that at the wake-up call for cali he was in the bathroom puking his guts out. Apparently someone had notified Kyuubi of his predicament and the redhead officer was then standing at the bathroom's doorway.
Dimly Naruto heard glass breaking and then his lax form was hauled up, his face meeting a shard of broken beer glass. "Try this for size." And carved the six whisker marks in his face. Dropping the bloodied sliver of glass Kyuubi hunched down over the bleeding form and grabbed the short blond locks with one hand. "I had to leave a meeting with the president for this dumb-assery. The next time something like this happens, you're going to get jelly-fished(2) ...with sting rays."
The blond swallowed.
(*)(*)(*)
16 yrs
"Excellent form, Force." The combat supervisor said slapping a sixteen year old Naruto on the back while using the nickname that he had gotten when his cell had deemed that everyone needed one. "...keep it up and Fury might have some actual competition this year at the games."
He grinned while resembling the sniper rifle. "I hope so. It's in the Joro desert right...that won't be fun; that Arabian sun is a killer."
"Oh no sonny boy;" he grinned, "that was last year...after the fifteen sun-strokes we got they've decided to move it to the forest lin-"
"Oh, Asuma..." Kyuubi's voice cut in. Naruto went tense. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but Naruto here will not be in the games this year...he has a recon mission.
The man shifted his toothpick from one end of his mouth to the other; a confused look on his bearded face. "That's strange...I hadn't heard of any planned."
A grin crossed Kyuubi's face, "Spur of the moment; you know how it is; the higher ups want surveillance of the rebel force at the base of the Hijad Mountains."
"That's unfortunate." The man murmured checking his beeping watch and scowled. "Damn...i forgot about that; gotta go guys...and Naruto like I said...ignore the recoil, just keep shooting."
The blond nodded as he left. Out of sight Naruto said emotionlessly, "There is none; isn't there?"
"Actually there is one...but you will not be going." Kyuubi replied, "...in actuality you will be doing grunt for the nuclear birds boys...with all that radioactive waste, try to not grow another arm."
(*)(*)(*)
The pain that was crippling his body felt like he was trapped in electric charged garrotte wire. Lying on the bed in the small decon/isolation room; his body shifted between feeling like he was burning inside out and freezing in alternate minutes.
The doctors had assured him it would lessen gradually but currently he couldn't feel anything beside the pain. There was one thing he focused on though; and that was Kyuubi's smug face when he had to be rushed into the infirmary screaming his lungs out as the container of radioactive waste had mysteriously upended on his turned back.
(*)(*)(*)
17yrs
"Dude...a chick is staring at you." Fredrik grinned nodding quickly over to a stall in the market place.
Seventeen year old Naruto's brows contracted while heaving the crate of melons to the truck; "You're crazy; how can you tell when someone is staring at you under all that Hijab?'
"Whatever man," the other cadet said smirking, leaning on the trucks side biting into an apple; "...you're lucky man."
"How?" he asked wiping sweat off his sun baked brow.
"...to get goggled by her... you don't know who she is...do you...that's Aaliyah bint Assain; she's the local sheiks daughter."
"And she goes to the marketplace without her father's army of bodyguards?" he asked incredulously. The fact was that the local rulers had issued an edict to advise their people to avoid the 'European infidels' as much as possible, so Naruto was insanely curious as to how this native girl was in the market place alone.
"Apparently."
Rolling his eyes he turned around and met a pair of dark eyes staring over the veil. The thing that got to him was that she didn't shift her gaze in deference to the law that most Muslim women obeyed; she stared right at him. Somehow, he knew that from the dancing light in her eyes, that she was grinning at him...daring him to make a move.
"Damn." He said stepping forward, "...how long do I .."
"Five minutes..." Fredrik said smirking, "...don't get caught."
(*)(*)(*)
17yrs
"Aaliyah, No." he said pushing her away, "you can't run away from you father's house!"
"Why not," she hissed, wrapping her metre length of obsidian hair around her head, "he's a tyrannical-." She mumbled off into Arabic.
"Regardless," he pressured, "you are his only daughter, even if he's pressuring you into this marriage it just because he wants you to b-"
"I don't care!" she spat, "I love y-"
That was where Naruto forcefully stopped the memory; pushed himself off the floor and went back to decimating the bag. He didn't want to remember leaving their hideout for the five minutes to check on a noise he heard outside, he didn't want to remember hearing her tinny scream, he didn't want to remember coming back to find Kyuubi grabbing her by her hair and the panicked look in her teary eyes.
No... He was better of trying to not remember any of it; because when he did, it caused him to want to snap something's neck.
(*)(*)(*)
"Don't do anything until I call for you..." Sasuke warned, eyeing the door silently. The psychotherapist and the head doctor nodded. Turning around he eyed them seriously; "I'm dead serious...do not even look."
"We know Uchiha!" Tsunade snarled, "...just go get him before he does something stupid."
He softly opened the heavy door a smidgen and slipped inside. The lofty room was dim and dust motes were hovering in the still air; the majority of the shutters were still closed, just a few opened enough to allow meagre rays of sunlight to fall on a sweaty form about twenty feet away from him.
Sasuke went still; dead still.
He couldn't believe the message his eyes were sending to his brain; Naruto's shirt, his main mental barrier to the outside world, was torn off and discarded on the floor and looked ripped. The blonde's muscled back was barely covered with a sweat soaked grey wife-beater blaring his dark VERITAS tattoo to the world.
Sasuke's teeth ground hard. This was worse than he had expected.
After fifteen seconds of watching him he snorted internally; self-destructive rage spiral, his ass; clearly Iruka had been completely histrionic, his worry for the teen inhibiting his clear judgement. The blond was just dealing with his anger issues in the most direct and accessible way possible...and the youngest Uchiha couldn't blame him; there were days when him himself just wanted to punch anything in sight to an indecipherable pulp; which then resurrected his main question: what the hell had gone down in that visiting room.
Naruto though seemed completely oblivious to everything around him; he just kept punching the black bag hanging a foot from his person with scary and deadly accuracy. The Uchiha was positive that in the blonde's mind there was a face in the middle of the black vinyl.
Leaning on the closest wall; arms crossed Sasuke watched silently as the navy brat went through a series of blistering punches and then with a roar and a spinning kick sent the bag flying off the tether and to crash into the wall behind it.
He shivered; damn...that was some straight up power ... and it was arousing.
The raven's eyes skimmed over Naruto's backward silhouette view, he was standing stock still in the middle of the room, camouflage print covered rock-hard thighs and legs spread wide; the sweat-soaked undershirt, tense arm muscles rippling while he breathed hard. Then Sasuke's glanced down; oh...that's why the shirt was ripped; the hastily wrapped hands gave a perfect view of completely shredded and bloody knuckles.
"...Let me guess...they asked you to come talk to me...right?" came the dull question while the Uzumaki still faced the empty space where the bag had been.
"Yes." He answered truthfully not moving an inch from his position on the wall.
The tan neck twisted around and Sasuke was careful to not show any kind of reaction to the hooded blank lifeless blue eyes under dark gold eyebrows. They stared at each other for a tense minute before Naruto walked over to him. Absently Sasuke wondered how a man wearing size ten military shoes could walk that silently, like a feral jungle cat and looked terrifyingly like one too.
Thump...thump...thump...His heart beat was increasing but there was nothing to reflect that on his indifferent pale aristocrat face...until Naruto stepping into his foot of personal space; leaned in and caged his dark head with bent elbows and arms.
Sasuke took a quick breath and got a one hundred percent scent of virile male; the heady sweat, the dark musk and the sharp metallic blood. He unflinchingly met the blank blue gaze head on but out of the corner of his eyes he could see the small golden-brown hairs on his forearms; he even took in the unnervingly six mocha coloured slashes on his face like someone had burned or cut them there.
"So...go ahead." Naruto said evenly tilting his head causing wetblond tendrils to slip into his eyes, "...let's...talk."
Perfect.
Sasuke smashed a curled fist into the unguarded solar plexus and pivoted to avoid the powerful reflex backhand aimed for him.
"Christing fuck!" the blond swore as his fist collided with the metal door where Sasuke's head had been three seconds ago. "What the hell was that?"
Sasuke danced out of his range: "Let it go."
"Let what go, bastard?"
The raven darted in and swiftly swept Naruto's feet from under him; leaning over the floored figure he whispered; "The rage...let it go...loose yourself."
"You're crazy." Naruto said virtually trembling with the opportunity he was blatantly being given. "You can't handle it."
"Trust me...I can." Sasuke said almost silently while remembering all the times his own anger nearly destroyed him. "...all the pain inside...amplified...it needs to get out...or you'll go crazy."
"What do you know about crazy?" was shot back at him.
"It's red." He returned and snapped his leg up to meet with a major joint and something in Naruto's arm went crack. "...it's lust...it's ugly...let it go...don't hold back."
Naruto snarled and lunged forward in a bestial move that shocked Sasuke and the two went down in a wrestling heap. What happened next was anything but what the raven was expecting; his arms pinned over his head Naruto found his pulsing pulse point in his neck and bit down like a vampire hard enough to break the skin. Something dark, hot and lust riddled shot through him. His nostrils flared with want but this wasn't the time or the place. Reacting he pushed up with his knees and dislodged the blond off him.
Hopping to his feet he pulled back and slammed an elbow into a tan jaw. They circled each other for a minute and then the real fight started. No one was holding back; Sasuke met the blonde's blows with his own in exact reciprocation; same strength, same techniques, same fury; Naruto was seeking an outlet and Sasuke was just providing it.
Time slipped by in a haze of adrenaline; carrying with it blue bruises, black eyes, strained muscles, cuts and nearly broken bones; sweat rippled like wildfire off their skin; but they kept at it.
(*)(*)(*)
Outside pacing up and down the corridor Tsunade spun around, white coat flaring, when a hollow smash rent through the air followed by a deep grunt.
"What the hell?" the medic asked eyebrow at her hairline, "...are those crazy bastards...fighting?"
"Seems so." Iruka mumbled glancing out the window, "Kakashi...where the hell are you?"
Iruka looked up in time to see the busty doctor grabbing the door's handle and pulling. Frightened Iruka tried to yank her back, but she brusquely brushed him off like it was nothing.
"I just want to s-" her words trailed off, brown eyes going wide.
Iruka knew exactly what she was seeing without looking at it himself; "It's your first time seeing them, isn't it?"
"Gaki..." she whispered taking in the whole scene; to her astonished eyes it seemed like slow-motion; Naruto's strong dynamic movements contrasting with Sasuke's smooth finesse, "...they look like..."
(*)(*)(*)
'One...two...three...' Sasuke let all the strength in his legs go and capitulated under Naruto's tackle. Motionless with his sweat soaked back on the freezing ceramic floor he looked up searching diligently for the sane glimmer in the blue eyes that the whole venture was aimed for.
Deep mischievous sapphire eyes glimmered down at him and the Uchiha had the unnerving thought that Naruto realized his submission was just a part of the game...a carefully manufactured tactic. After a moment of silence Sasuke raised a battered hand and threaded his long fingers through the sweat soaked mop of blond hair and calmly asked; "...better?"
In response the blond bowed down and licked at the deep bite in the alabaster neck and nuzzled against it, "...yeah...I am...I suppose you want to know what got me off in the first place."
Sasuke shifted and grunted; he knew he was going to be bedridden for days. "Not particularly, no." he answered softly, revelling in the cat like licks on the torn skin.
"...but you know...don't you?"
Sasuke stared him the eyes as his whole body throbbing like an abused Congo drum but still managed to give a small caustic smile; "...about the ugly...the twisted inside us that we all try to shy away from...yes...I do know...the thing is... I know what I am...and I accept it."
Naruto leaned in and tilted his head just to rest his forehead against the others and whispered just before lips met, "I guess we're more alike than I thought."
(*)(*)(*)
Weird chap huh…personally I'm not really one hundred percent satisfied with this; I keep obsessing that there is something I should add or that there is something I'm overlooking.
Well… Meh.
So Naru P.O.V; hope ya'll happy.
(*)(*)(*)
"Pasa la pelota!"- Spanish, "pass the ball"
jelly-fished – I'm not completely sure but I head that this is when they dunk you head first in a vat of water...meh.
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