title: closer to god
author: myinukoi
warning(s): shounen-ai; very few religious expressions; language; sexual references; unbetaed.
pairing(s): sasunaru.
disclaimer: i disclaim.
//summary;; There's a new kid at the Catholic school who's hell-bent on seducing Naruto. SasuNaru.
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closer to god...
closer to god...
closer to god...
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II. Sacrifice
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
Isaiah 53:7
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Sasuke reached out a desperate hand, but light leaked through from the spontaneously opened door and he winced.
"Bastard!" The blond spat and ran out into the hallway. The janitor's closet closed soundlessly and Sasuke stared into the darkness he was encased with, absently.
Last week's bruise throbbed. He suspected its healing process was slowed down dramatically now that it had a fresh punch in its place.
He let his head collide with the wall behind him. His dark-haired head was tilted up as if searching for an answer from a mythical force, such as God.
Y'know...they really should make it a requirement that you're at least willing to allow the Lord into your heart to become a member of a Catholic school. Because delusory beings in the heavens with magical powers such as turning water to wine and walking on lakes is far from the logic I was raised to believe...
He slowly slid down the wall, a wistful smirk on his pale features. He could have served as the perfect image to a lost Da Vinci masterpiece had there been any light or any witnesses to capture such an ethereal instant.
Yet, his own beauty and sex appeal only came to mind when the blue-eyed dimwit was near, and after their one-sided make-out session a few minutes ago, he doubted the blond would be coming near him anytime soon. And if so, the outcome would be far from pleasurable.
Hn...in those paperback romances, being thrown into the nearest secluded closet and kissed breathless by sex gods was an ideal fantasy, no?
If so, why was the blond not so keen on it?
Sasuke was not naive nor humble. He knew he was beautiful. It was just that he usually chose not to be such an obvious asshole about it. He would only flaunt it to those he believed would amuse him with their flustered reactions. Those like Naruto.
Yet it seemed that Naruto was still in denial. His inner sight was blinded by strict Sunday school tutorials and false media slander. Unfortunately, he continued to believe he was heterosexual and Sasuke wanted to open his eyes. Because surely God wouldn't be as cruel as to grant the world such a uke-ish, fuck-me-my-seme!body if it was designed for a female's use.
Hn, his inner-self chided. So only when it is convenient to you, do you believe in God?
He ignored his reasonable conscious and brought another question unto himself.
Naruto seemed to have such a self-certified dislike for me as soon as we met? As if nothing could change his mind... So all I simply have to do is discover this fault in my characteristics, temporarily fix it for a short-term relationship that ends with me robbing him of his chastity... and voilà! Another victory!
The plan seemed dependable enough. Dependable enough, that is, to get him through the remainder of the day unharmed. Sasuke sauntered out of the dark closet as the bell ending the lunch session resounded throughout the empty hall. His ego was re-inflated in a quick two minutes and fifty-four seconds, right in time for fifth period.
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"But your lips are red, Naruto-kun."
"I had a cherry popsicle."
"It's 65 degrees out, Naruto-kun."
"Did I say popsicle? I meant cherry cold medicine. Popsicle! Cherry cold medicine! They kinda sound similar if you say them each really fast..."
"Are you sick, Naruto-kun? You have a blush."
"Jeez, what's with the third degree?" The tanned teen raised his hands in the air in annoyance, disrupting his collar. Sai's innocent mask that was prepared and placed during his interrogation dropped only to be replaced with an icy glare.
"Brr..." Naruto playfully shivered, yet his facade of gaiety couldn't hide the nervous curiosity in his blue depths. What did I do that made him glare like that? "Are you imitating the glacier that crashed the Titanic?"
Sai didn't even attempt to fake a laugh at Naruto's joke.
"Where'd you get the hickeys, Naruto-kun?" The voice was dark, coated with varying levels of jealousy and animosity.
Naruto, startled out of his mind, pulled down his shirt collar. Sai and Naruto both winced. As much as the brunet would usually cheer to such a show, it wasn't as entertaining when the toned chest was littered with light red - and growing darker - blemishes.
The bell rung, dismissing students from their lunch and back to their average, tedious classes. Loud groans of disappointment scattered across the group of teens with practiced ease, yet Naruto, going against the grain, felt a surge of relief course throughout his being.
"SeeyoulaterSai!"
A yellow flash zipped by, and Sai was alone with Naruto's empty ramen cup and his own bubbling scorn.
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School ended, and unfortunately, Sai could not serve as the personification of 'perversion relief' (what irony!) since him and Naruto seemed to be on weary terms. So as the Uchiha approached, with the ever-familiar glint in his eye, Naruto bolted, leaving pissed students and teachers in his wake.
Sasuke was right on his tail, legs in long stride, and his temples perspired at the effort. He sighed in annoyance and decided to jog a bit. The embarrassing effort paid off as the blond's whizzing butter-top hair finally came into view. The tan teen dashed through the school's iron entry gates and left the residence with undefinable speed, and only then did Sasuke, who was the star athlete on his last school's track team, begin to sprint.
Now the two were dodging traffic and lazily-ridden bikes. Sasuke was barely aware of the fact that his surroundings were morphing: the pristine, tall, white buildings were shrinking in size and dulling in color. The streets began to steadily litter with trash. The faces he sped by seemed hunger-stricken; whether for food, money, drugs, or sex was unknown. Yet everything blurred into a foreign shade of gray and his legs dulled to an unidentifiable numb, the only thing visible with upmost clarity was Naruto's yellow head, which never resembled the sun more.
Sasuke was determined, now more than ever. Naruto would surely go down as his greatest victory to date!
The blond skidded to a stop at a worn-down gray building and then rushed up the steps.
This kid is hell-bent on avoiding me! Sasuke fumed. The brunet had never ran like this, so hard and so long, in his life so his breathing was definitely taking its toll. He refused to stop and allow the pain in his legs and the scorching heat in his lungs to circulate and settle. He was up the stairs as well.
He saw the blond fumble with some keys and press his entire burden against the door in exhaustion. The doorway opened up and he fell inside. Sasuke, using his last burst of energy, rammed himself against the door that Naruto was, with all his body weight, trying to close.
In the end, it seems that sheer perversion outweighs blinding fear.
Sasuke was now inside Naruto's home.
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This was, by far, the vilest household Sasuke had ever had the misfortune of entering. As he stared out the cracked, dusty window, instead of a beautiful, metropolitan city view, he was greeted with a small, dingy ghetto.
"Give me prissy shit about where I live and I swear to God I'll kill you. Because I know I can get away with it in an area like this," the blond spat, and he left the small, cramped living room to the adjoining kitchen when he heard the whistle of his teapot.
Sasuke turned to face the blond and tried to cover up his disgusted grimace with a sly smirk...or smile...or something somewhat pleasant. He failed horribly and he figured he probably looked as though he were in pain, so he dropped the niceties and left his face stoic.
"Tch," Sasuke tutted. "What is that? Cursing, using His name in vain, and a threat of murder? Not much of the typical Catholic schoolboy are you?"
He was handed a mildly fractured teacup, and the ambrosial smell of green tea assaulted his senses in the most delightful of ways.
While sipping with as much class as he could muster in a low class apartment, within a lower class ghetto, he saw a cockroach skitter across the kitchen wall. For the sake of his sanity, he decided to get to the point.
"Naruto-chan," Naruto growled but Sasuke continued, "why do you find me repulsive?"
Without blinking, Naruto replied, "Because you're a pervert."
Sasuke sighed with feigned hopelessness, "If I didn't molest you and say ecchi things, would you like me?"
"No," the blond sipped his tea. "Because you're also an asshole."
"And what, dare I ask," Sasuke frowned a bit, "leads you to believe that I'm an asshole when all I've wanted to do was court you?"
Naruto returned the frown with twice as much disdain. "You made Sai mad at me. You took away my most beloved possession."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow and his jealous loathing was hidden so well, he resisted the urge to physically pat himself on the back. "Sai? Is he your boyfriend? Your most beloved possession?"
Honey-colored cheeks flushed and blue eyes widened in shock. "No, Teme! Two different different things! You offended me twice!"
"Ah," Sasuke finished off his beverage and nodded with current understanding. "I see. So could you clarify my offences?"
"Sai's my best friend. One of my few friends! You left a bunch of hickeys on my neck over the course of this week, not to mention this afternoon, and now Sai is mad at me."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed in contemplation. Why would this friend be upset if Naruto had hickeys? Wouldn't he be happy to know his loser friend was getting some? Or perhaps, this friend wants more than friendship from Uzumaki...
"Would you have any idea as to why your little love-bites made him so disturbed?" Sasuke asked quietly, settling himself into an old love seat.
Naruto rolled his cerulean eyes. "Duh! Sai's family are a bunch of hard-core Catholics. Not that he's as obsessed as them, but he has his values too. He now thinks I'm a whore! Or just mean since I haven't been telling him about any possible relationships!"
Sasuke smirked slyly and pulled the blond's thin wrist, causing his lithe frame to fall atop his own. Miraculously, Naruto's tea didn't spill. A pale finger traced up Uzumaki's clothed, quivering thigh. "And why won't you tell him, Naruto-chan?"
Naruto got up quickly, he faced the smirking brunet and his eyes shone with sapphire flames.
Sasuke closed his eyes expectantly and clenched each muscle in his body.
Here it comes...
The blow to the stomach still managed to knock the wind out of the Uchiha. He sputtered a bit in pain while Naruto ranted.
"And, you're an asshole, because you took away my most precious possession. My fucking ramen!!!"
As Sasuke squinted through pain-ridden, onyx eyes, he could have sworn a crystalline tear made its way down a flushed, tan cheek.
"R-Ramen...?"
Naruto nodded furiously, his blond locks slapping his forehead. "Ichiraku's Ramen Bar! It was my haven! And you took it from me! You bought it because you have too much money and you don't know what to do with it! You sonuvabitch, get out of my house!"
As a guilty Sasuke was being dragged by the collar to the door, a thought struck him.
"Naruto, I'm sorry. It was my brother, not me... If I managed to get Ichiraku's back..."
Naruto threw him out of his pitiable abode and glared with unrestrained fierceness.
"Ha! Like you could! The day you get my precious Ichiraku's back is the day I'll do whatever you want!"
"Really...?" Sasuke asked with a small smirk. His brother could be awfully persuasive, under certain circumstances, of course...
"Sure, I will. But it's not as if you can. You don't own Uchiha Industries, Sasuke-baka!"
The door was slammed harshly and Sasuke was left alone.
However, his smirk and confidence never dulled.
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Saturday night, Naruto ate his ramen with renewed vigor, as it was on the house from an extremely happy Teuchi. Sasuke sighed happily and watched his (non-consensual) blond date with a satisfied smile.
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