SasuNaru, yaoi and OOC.

Standard disclaimer applies.

When he had decided to come home to spend his summer vacation at his place, he had expected his parents to be happy. But when he had stepped inside and before he could even say 'I'm home', pain exploded on his right cheek while his head snapped to the left. It took his brain a second to catch on that somebody had punched him in his own house and another two for him to get rid of those blinking stars he was seeing.

"What the hell was-" Words died in his throat and his mouth went dry upon seeing his livid father while his very disappointed mother stood a meter away. What the hell was going on?

"You despicable-" His father trailed off obviously too furious to continue his words.

"Was he the reason why you couldn't come home most of the time?" his mother started, her blue eyes dark with pain and betrayal.

His stomach turned sour. He was now certain what was going on.

"...how many times have you slept with him? Why does it have to be a guy?"

Silence.

"You better explain to us why you're sleeping with a guy and to top it off an Uchiha!" his father roared. He was certain that all the housemaids had heard and their neighbors too. But the house was silent. Did that mean his parents gave everyone a rest day in order to save the family's reputation?

His silence drove his father to grab the collar of his shirt and shook him.

"Explain!"

But what was there to explain? At their age, he trusted them to know why. Everything was in the name of love no matter how corny and foolish that was.

"Speak!"

He was being shaken again so hard it was a surprise his head was still on his shoulders. From the distance, he could clearly hear his mother crying. It was heartbreaking.

Why was he taking things so calmly? He wanted to know. It was as if he was just an indifferent observer of an unfolding drama.

He raised his head and looked at his parents. "I'm sorry for making you feel this way but I'll never regret anything because I," he squared his shoulders and raised his chin, "I love him."

His mother wailed and his father called him fool and he knew nothing but pain.

Because I love him.

Chapter 23: The shadows of time

Yoake ni hohoemu kimi ga oshiete kureta ano uta wo utaitsuzuke
hoshizora ni kaeru namida wo kazoeteta
nando mo nando mo tada kurikaeshiteita yoru
aa, fukaku fukaku genzai mo
sou.. aishiteiru
-"Hoshi no suna", Gackt

As if sucked by a very great force, the sea water receded quickly baring a portion of underwater ground that should be usually submerged and leaving a number of fishes gasping for their lives. Then just as quickly, water returned from wherever it had been a moment ago with a vengeance more cruel than man and fate put together, as powerful waves came crashing down; obliterating, destroying and drowning anything in its path, showing no mercy

Arashi's emotions upon seeing his son heavily making out could be likened to that phenomenon. As much as he wanted to rip his gaze from the two unaware boys, he couldn't. The image had awakened the feelings he had suppressed and hadn't felt for what seemed like ages. He found himself weakening at those memories of longing and passion that brought a bittersweet feeling of happiness with regret.

At the loosening of his grip on the tray, gravity rightfully and viciously snatched it from his hands causing it to fall.

Crash!

And the sound snapped everyone from their state.

The two teenaged boys broke their sloppy kiss with a wet sound and steadied their rocking bodies to look at the source of noise. Seeing Arashi with an unreadable look standing at the doorway and the feeling that came with it... it was worse and far more intense than when Itachi walked in on them. It was almost beyond words. Before they could say anything which wouldn't happen soon, Arashi fled. He ran like the devil was on his heels, and in a way it was.

"Is everything okay?" their housemaid asked.

"Of course," a pale Arashi answered without stopping. "I'll be back," he shouted over his shoulder before he stepped out.

Arashi shook his head as his car rolled into the street. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he fought images of him and Fugaku until his knuckles turned white.

Don't, he blithely told himself, but his sheer efforts were futile… He didn't want to remember the image of Naruto and Sasuke because he knew their faces would morph into his and Fugaku's just like few minutes ago.

"Stop it," he ordered, disgusted. Then he cursed when the rhythm of his heartbeat chanted his business partner's name… his former lover.

Fugaku…

Fu-ga-ku

Fu-ga-ku

"I said stop!" Wanting to escape the past, the present and the future, he stepped on the gas further and his destination? The person who had been his anchor when his beautiful and dream-like world shattered twenty-one years ago.

"Arashi?!" Tsunade uttered when she found her younger brother standing on her doorstep looking confused, troubled, lost and upset. "What's wrong?"

Arashi forced a grin. "Nothing. Do I need a reason to visit my dear sister?"

Tsunade didn't buy it for a second because Arashi wore his heart on his sleeve. He was like Naruto, or to be exact, Naruto was like him. However instead of asking, she let the man in. She hoped his younger brother would tell her before her patience would run out and she'd end up beating it out from him.

"Arashi, my esteemed drinking partner!" Jiraiya's voice echoed throughout the house. "Would you like to have a glass of-"

"I need more than a glass."

The older male beamed and patted the other on the back. "Then, shall we drink ourselves to a stupor?" He then led Arashi to his library, leaving a worried and frowning Tsunade behind.

Arashi.

-SasuNaru is love-

It had been like an eternity since Arashi left before the two boys could move and find their voice. Sasuke pulled away and slumped next to Naruto's still unmoving body. They blankly stared at the ceiling with their minds as white as snow while they still grappled with the fact that Arashi had walk in on them. Their secret was out and now... now what? What would happen now?

Both of them weren't naive enough not to know that doom was near. For everything that was right as dictated by social norms, morality and ethics, Arashi would never ever approve of their relationship and to them it was right, yet wrong just as their relationship was wrong, but right.

What would they do now? What should they do? They hoped somebody was there to tell them… to teach them… to comfort them that yes, things would somehow turn out fine.

"Sasuke," Naruto croaked, his voice shaking. Biting cold terror still outlined his every muscles and he knew things would stay like that until everything would settle down. He was scared... really scared to death but he had to be brave for Sasuke. He had to pretend.

"Hn?" The Uchiha replied. There were a lot of things he wanted to say, all comforting and assuring, but he just couldn't say it. He just couldn't, because he was also terrified for Arashi's impending anger and for Naruto's safety. What would Arashi do to his son? How far would Naruto go for him? How long before-

"Let's talk with your father. I'll explain-"

"Explain what?"

Sasuke faltered and desperately search for an answer, only to find none. He just wanted to spare and protect Naruto. "In any case, let's do this together." He took Naruto's hand and squeezed it gently. In reply, the blonde gave him a small shaky smile.

The moment they stood up and got dress to search for Arashi was the moment their war began and they sincerely hope they would win.

I'll fight for you until my last breath.

Over the rim of his glass, Jiraiya sharply watch his brother-in-law as the latter started to drink himself into oblivion, with their conversation little to none. Jiraiya knew Arashi wasn't a heavy drinker and that when he drink, it was to relax and unwind. So what drove the blonde to be like this?

Jiraiya was snapped out from his thoughts by the polyphonic sound coming from Arashi's left pocket. He watched as the man took out his mobile unit, looked at the caller id, murmured his son's name with a slight scowl on his face then turned his unit off. Jiraiya didn't have to be sober to be certain that his brother-in-law had a spat with his son, but what he wanted to know was what the spat was all about to cause the parent to run away from his son and not vice versa as was normal. Judging with the way the blond male was downing one glass after another, his chance of knowing today was close to nil.

Naruto looked at the clock. It had been two hours since his father left, and despite what their housekeeper said, it seemed his father had no plans in coming back. Where was his father anyway? He dialed his father's mobile number only for his call to be rejected.

"Sasuke, you should go home," Naruto said quietly.

"I'm going to wait for uncle-"

"He's not answering my call and our housekeeper has no idea where he went to." He lowered his voice, "Go home before your father will get mad at you."

Ah yes his father. Not wanting to add anymore trouble then there already was, Sasuke stood up. "Call me if anything happens."

Naruto nodded. "Don't worry too much," he said and pressed his lips against Sasuke's. Sasuke's right hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of golden hair as he deepened the slow kiss. If anything, the kiss was reassurance and courage for what was about to come.

"Well?" Tsunade asked the half-drunk Jiraiya. "Did he say anything?"

"Silent as the dead," the man replied then protested when his wife grabbed his collar in a threatening manner.

"By any chance, are you keeping secrets from me?" Tsunade inquired dangerously, her eyes glinting with untold cruelty.

"You know who I'm loyal to," Jiraiya chirped sweetly. He grumbled about scary wives when he was rudely dumped on the sofa. Just then their landline phone unit rang.

"Baachan," came the guilty voice from the other line. "I drove otousan away and now he's missing."

Tsunade scowled. "He's here, Naruto." She could practically hear Naruto's relief. "But I want to know what happened."

There was a brief silence, a deep intake of breath before Naruto narrated the embarrassing event.

As usual no words were exchange between Uchiha brothers when they encountered each other at the stairs. The older one dressed in a fresh and well-ironed suit was going down while the younger one was climbing up. Itachi quickly noted the dragging pace, Sasuke moved as if in a trance, or to be exact in auto-pilot mode. Showing no concern like a sibling should, Itachi continued his way, ignoring his brother's presence in a well-practiced habit. That was until he heard a word that had thrust him back to those almost forgotten years when he and Sasuke still treated each other as brothers. It was a word that his foolish brother would utter every time he needed his help, his advice, his protection when he'd find himself in trouble whether by his doing or not.

Itachi stopped and looked at Sasuke over his shoulder, but the latter continued walking as if he didn't say anything. Without bothering to call after the younger male, Itachi resumed his walk.

-SasuNaru is love-

Candlelight dinner for two? Check

Slow instrumental music? Check!

Christmas special Strawberry shortcake? Check!

Beloved lover? On his way home.

Seeing that everything was ready except for his lover, Arashi took his apron off and strode towards the window to look at the winter night scenery of the city. Despite their parents' protests, he was still living with Fugaku enjoying and savoring their time like they used to. But things were different now. There was tension lining their relationship and once in awhile they would hear insults from each other's parents. He could describe their relationship as heaven with hell in its midst.

From the corner of his eyes, the Christmas lights on their small Christmas tree twinkled and beneath the tree were his two presents for his lover. Red dusted his cheeks as he remembered the set of sex toys inside the plainly-wrapped box. He wondered what Fugaku got him this Christmas. Would it be another expensive jewelry? He could swear that his Uchiha had a fetish on giving him silver and platinum jewelries if one drawer of their dressing table was an indication.

A smile broke into his face when he heard the front door being opened.

"Welcome home," he immediately greeted while holding out a chair for his lover.

"Fucking cold and hungry," Fugaku said while he casually gave Arashi's body a meaningful wolfish glance before placing his gifts under the tree.

"Glad I prepared a hearty meal." He was about to start slicing the roasted chicken when a pale hand covered his.

"Let me," Fugaku offered and gently pried the knife from his hands.

He was about to step away when an arm wrapped around his waist, bringing him short. An unbidden soft moan left him as lips brushed against his nape oh-so-tenderly... teasingly... provocatively.

"Do you know what my Christmas wish is?" Fugaku asked in a low seductive voice.

"N-no." It was so hard to think or even guess when his brain was malfunctioning at the onslaught of barely-there sensations.

"Is for Uzumakis to stay away from Uchihas," Fugaku growled causing Arashi's half-mast eyelids to flutter open. In a split second he saw a silver shadow slashing through the air and right into his chest. He looked down and found a knife with its blade fully sunk into his skin. He didn't know if the coldness he felt was due to his inevitable death or Fugaku's betrayal. He looked at his lover, murderer and traitor and saw nothing but malice. He staggered back so suddenly that he lost his balance and he was falling... falling... his airborne tears glinting in the darkness...

Arashi immediately sat up and gasped for air while clutching his chest where the knife should be. It was just a nightmare. As vivid as it was, it was just a nightmare. No, he was wrong. It was a happy memory turned into nightmare because of what he saw in Naruto's room.

"Arashi," a voice in the dark called out softly causing him to whip his head to the left. Seeing nothing but those honey-colored eyes glinting in the dark, Arashi thought it was his father. "O-otousan!?"

"Get a grip, Arashi!" Tsunade barked in a low voice. "He won't haunt you." She heard her younger brother sucked a deep breath. "What's wrong?" she asked although she knew already.

Arashi leaned forward and pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. "The memories... they're coming back when I walk in on Naruto and Sasuke-kun making out," he confessed flatly as if he was under hypnotic powers. He had thought he had finally forgotten about those feelings and the memories attached to them, especially when he didn't feel anything but friendly affection towards Fugaku when they met again. He thought he had won. Dammit!

"It couldn't be helped, because those two are your and Fugaku's deadringers," Tsunade said while placing a hand on Arashi's right shoulder.

"It wasn't supposed to be this way, Tsunade. Naruto... Naruto along with that boy would suffer the pain of separation and loss." He gripped his hands as he effortlessly imagined what those lads would suffer. It was history repeating itself unless...

"Arashi..."

The man jumped to his feet when a brilliant idea came to him. Why did it take him this long to think of that? "They'd get hurt unless I'll do something about it."

Tsunade just looked at him, confused of the sudden change of his mood- from depressed and troubled to ecstatic. Was her brother bipolar?

"I won't become our father, neechan." And there was finality in his tone that made Tsunade frown in concern.

"Don't be brash, Arashi," the woman warned especially when she saw the glint of something akin to madness in those eyes. "What about Fugaku-san?"

The man paused awhile, reconsidering, weighing, assessing and speculating things. "He'll do the same thing."

"You won't listen to what I'll say, will you?" a calm Tsunade asked. She was just worried for him and Naruto. As far as she knew, things were never as easy as they should be when an Uchiha was involved.

Her brother just grinned. "Surely you want your nephew to be happy, don't you?"

"Of course. But-"

"Then it's settled." He took one step towards the door then crouched down while he grabbed his head and moaned. A second later, a worried Tsunade was by his side, inquiring.

"Do you have aspirin for hangover?"

A vein on Tsunade's forehead ticked and she unhesitatingly hit him.

-SasuNaru is love-

To be chased by packs of wolves and foxes while the wind blew fiercely as balls of fire were dropping from the sky was downright nasty. Even if it was only a dream, Naruto forced himself to wake up. When he succeeded, he woke up with extremely exhausted leg muscles and saw his father looking at him with an unreadable expression. Seeing as that he couldn't go back to his dream, which was far pleasant compared to what would happen in a matter of seconds between him and his father, Naruto started thinking. What would he say? Should he say good morning then pretend yesterday was just a figment of his father's imagination? Or should he say welcome home then run away? Or he could-

Breathe, Naruto, breathe.

"Naru-"

Why think when he could plunge directly?

"Sasuke and I are dating or to be exact lovers!" he blurted out. Let his father know how deep he and Sasuke were with each other.

"I see so it wasn't my imagination playing tricks on me." No matter what he said to Tsunade, a minute part of him still hoped it didn't happen.

"So don't ask me to leave him, because I won't!" And his unadulterated stubbornness was there for the world to see.

"I won't."

"C'mon, otousan. Just because we're both guys- eh? What did you say?"

Arashi rolled his eyes. "I said, 'I won't.'"

"Eh? But why?" the younger blonde asked warily. Was his father lulling him to a false sense of security?

"Don't question your fortune, Naruto. Just be glad I'm okay with this."

"Really?"

For a long moment, both males stared at each other, with the younger one searching and assessing what he found on the similar pair of blue eyes.

"Thanks," he finally said, relieved.

Then Arashi's voice turned firm and stern. "But that doesn't mean I approve your sexual intimacy with him. You're too young for that!"

"But we've done it a lot of times!" Naruto blurted out tactlessly.

Silence dropped over them like an anvil as the statement settled and echoed in their minds. Naruto's face turned as red as an over ripe tomato and he looked away from his father.

On the other hand, Arashi had a hard time grappling with the fact. To know that his son was dating his best friend who was a male was a shock, but to know that his son... his innocent son had lost his virginity a long time ago was heartbreaking. What kind of a father was he? Mentally, he cried.

"Otousan?" Naruto uttered when the silence had become unbearable.

Arashi croaked then cleared his throat. "Do you use condoms?"

The question was so sudden that Naruto fell from his bed. Don't tell me we'll be discussing this!

"You should use protection, Naruto," Arashi commanded. "Now, I want Sasuke-kun to eat his lunch here."

"B-but I have a class at the cooking studio," his son reminded him.

"I know." A devilish grin graced Arashi's face, "He and I will spend a quality time together. After all, we have something in common." Giving his son a meaningful look, he swept out from the room.

Naruto could only stare at his father and his subtle arrogance.

-SasuNaru is love-

Sasuke took a deep breath as he stood in front of the Uzumaki residence's front door, gathering his courage that was slowly but surely evaporating. Before he could even press the doorbell, the door was flung open by none other than Arashi.

Gulp. Stare. Gulp.

"I've been expecting you, Sasuke-kun," Arashi told him enthusiastically.

"I hope I'm not late, sir," Sasuke replied quietly. The blonde noted the polite address and mentally chuckled.

"I am told that an Uchiha is never late."

"So I heard," Sasuke muttered under his breath as he followed the older man inside. Although he was very familiar with Naruto's house, he felt like it was his first time to walk along its halls and all because Arashi was acting strange. The smile the man was giving him was downright suspicious and bordered near malicious. He swept his gaze on every nook and cranny that was visible to his line of sight making sure that there was no weapon hidden when he learned that their housekeeper was given a day-off.

"Where are you going, Sasuke-kun?" Arashi inquired when the lad detoured towards the kitchen.

"To help you cook, un-, I mean, sir."

"Everything is ready," the man replied, increasing Sasuke's want to go to kitchen to check for any containers with poisonous substance.

"Let me wash my hands."

"Sasuke-kun, Sasuke-kun..."

"..."

"Wash your hands in the washroom," Arashi said in a voice that brook no disobedience. He watched as his guest followed his statement. He could smell fear from Sasuke and the sadist in him seemed to be pleased. Surely, a parent had a privilege to bully his child's boyfriend. Lover, his mind shamelessly corrected, making him scowl. However, he had to give it to the Uchiha for trying not to be obvious.

"Shall we eat now?" Arashi said as Sasuke settled on the seat provided.

"I gratefully partake," the two chorused.

Under sharp blue eyes, Arashi watched as Sasuke's shoulder get more tensed. Even his grip on his chopsticks was tightening and he seemed to be doing it unconsciously. With mischief streaking through his veins, he wondered how long Sasuke would last.

"How are you and your family, Sasuke-kun?"

"Fine," Sasuke answered automatically. Don't do anything stupid, he told himself, and never ever let your guard down.

Arashi leaned forward, his chin resting on one fist. "Fine as in healthy? Fine as in I don't give a damn? Or fine as in fuck off?" He just grinned when the lad looked at him coolly. When the boy complimented the meal he prepared- an act which he thought to be a calculated tactic, the blonde sighed in relief. "I'm happy to hear that. In my nervousness, I spilled a liquid cleaner into the pan where the sauté meat was."

The Uchiha's gaze flew towards him and he continued smiling as the boy none-too-quietly swallowed a bite and placed his chopsticks on the table.

Although a part of him didn't want to believe such statement, he wouldn't put past any man to commit a homicide attempt to the one who stole his son's virginity, especially when the said man was very protective of his son. Normally, he would weigh the possibility and sincerity of such accident, but given the condition he was in, panic got the better of him. He was going to die! Arashi was-

"...kidding!" the man's voice pierced through his morbid thoughts. Relief followed by anger seeped into his veins while his host was laughing heartily. God! He was so annoyed. Surely, Naruto would forgive him if he accidentally killed the asshole, right?

"With all due respect, sir," he started with his voice coldly polite, bluntly tensed and controlled. "What do you want from me? If you think you can convince me in breaking up with Naruto, then you're in for a big disappointment." Although, Naruto assured him that his father approved of their relationship, he was cynical to believe that Arashi, as not to ruin the camaraderie between father and son, lulled Naruto to security and assurance while he planned how to convince him- Sasuke to stop dating him. Ha! As if he would be convinced! He squared his shoulders and haughtily challenged the man.

Arashi straightened in his seat, his stance domineering and regal. "Would you if I asked you?" There was no malice or threat in his voice, just curiosity.

"No," Sasuke blurted out, almost like a child close to giving tantrum.

"Then I won't. You're here so I can lay down rules."

The younger male stared owlishly. "Rules?"

"As a parent, I have lots of concern about my son. Surely, you understand that?"

Sasuke nodded immediately seeing how Arashi fingered his knife, as if contemplating to use it as a weapon.

"During dates, I want Naruto to be home by ten," Arashi started, his voice as stern as ever. "Don't let this distract you from your studies, so no cutting classes just so you can make out. No making out in the kitchen, dining room, tool shed, garage, lawn, family den and in other places where people can see."

Sasuke happily noted that Arashi didn't mention Naruto's room. The man was being indirect, but he wasn't complaining as long as they had a place where to make out.

The blond sighed almost in resignation. "I wanted to tell you to hold those um... urges back but..." He shrugged his shoulders while soft pink dusted Sasuke's cheeks. "Try to control those hormones, but if both of you can't, use condom." Arashi swallowed back the curious inquiry of who was being done by who, because it was too personal and it wasn't his right to know. "Do you understand?"

"Of course, I understand."

Arashi smiled. "One more thing, there are pieces of hell scattered in the heaven you found, so enjoy but don't be reckless." He fell silent as he let the words sunk into the younger male's mind. Would Sasuke understand the meaning behind his statement? He hoped the boy did.

"Will you tell my father about this?" Sasuke asked seeing that Arashi had finished his talk.

"No, I won't. I'm not in the position to tell him." A pause. "But if you have plans to tell him, letting him walk in on you making out isn't a good idea."

Sasuke blushed, while deep down inside, he wished his father to be accepting as Arashi. He really did. Fervently.

-SasuNaru is love-

When Naruto came home mid-afternoon, he was surprised to find Sasuke in the family den leisurely reading a book.

"Welcome home, dobe," Sasuke drawled in his usual arrogance.

The blonde decided to ignore the insulting petname in favor of his curiosity. "How did it go?"

The other boy shrugged his shoulders. "Better than I expected." His boyfriend didn't have to know how scared and meek he had been.

Naruto scoffed. "You weren't scared?"

"Should I have been?"

"Right. Nothing ruffles your feathers, eh?" While being sarcastic, he reached out to touch Sasuke's duckbutt hair, adding insult to his statement. Contrary to what he expected, Sasuke didn't take the bait. Instead, he just stared at the blonde with an unfathomable gaze. "Sasuke?" Naruto uttered while getting uncomfortable under that gaze that awakened something deep within him. He whined when that gaze intensified; when he could feel its heat creeping on his skin like a bold caress. No, he couldn't take it anymore.

Sasuke mentally smiled in victory as he felt those lips pressed against his and a second later, the blonde's tongue followed. He lightly placed his hands on the other's hips.

"Bedroom?" Naruto asked huskily, his eyes still closed. Faintly, he heard Sasuke agree. As if in a sultry daze, he walked to his destination, as if floating. All the way he was giggling like he was drunk. In a way, he was.

He wound his arms around Sasuke as they resumed their kiss. He moaned when the latter deepened their exchange and felt his tongue touching and exploring.

Sasuke wrapped an arm around Naruto's lithe frame, pulling him closer while his other hand snaked into the blonde's shirt, slowly brandishing his name on tanned skin. Naruto gasped and threw his head as he felt the soft caress on his heated skin, exposing his neck to Sasuke's ravishing mouth. He moaned, encouraging his lover to create more love bites. He pushed him away to get rid of his own shirt then pulled Sasuke back to vertically tumble on his bed, their feet still touching on the floor.

フォームの始まり

Sasuke pulled back and took off his shirt while Naruto looked on, admiring the planes of that hard body and the tension of those muscles. He licked his suddenly dry lips and gulped. He smiled when that body lowered towards his and he pushed Sasuke on his back to lay siege on his chest.

He flattened his tongue on Sasuke's right clavicle and dragged it all the way to his left. Then he drew a wet line from one nipple to another before taking one bud into his mouth, causing his lover to arch back into his touch while his pale hands moved to grip on his hair.

"Naruto!" Sasuke gasped as teeth tugged on his left nipple while a hand painstakingly toyed his other nipple, making his skin on that area more sensitive than before. He grabbed Naruto's waist and brought it down to rub it against his… slowly yet forcefully.

Naruto moved down, leaving wet and hot kisses on his trail. He swirled his tongue around Sasuke's navel while his hands work on his jeans, then on his boxers.

A slew of crude words flew from the pale lad as he felt warm and slightly calloused hands gripped his rigid erection, and he was lost to pleasure of it when he felt hot breath fanning him. Fuck! Cumming was so easy for him at that moment.

Naruto looked at the angry red Sasuke's erection had become and smiled. He licked his lips before parting them slightly to admit his lover's tip. Gently and teasingly, he started applying suction to it while his tongue provokingly danced against it, coating it with saliva and with its own pearly cum. He grabbed Sasuke's hips to stop him from bucking against him before he slowly caressed his balls, completely playing with them.

"Dammit, Naruto!" Sasuke said between pants, unable to comprehend anything except the pleasure that was building inside him and the heat that engulfed him inch by inch. His eyelids fluttered close as he completely sheathed into that wicked mouth and he slowly thrust into it. He shot into a sitting position when a slick finger touched him where nobody, not even him, did. He looked down at Naruto and gulped. No sight had been more erotic than this: Naruto with his mouth preoccupied with his cock, one hand busy making patterns on his balls while the other hand was stimulating his perineum. And his eyes… those eyes… Sasuke felt himself hardened even more.

"Oh God, dobe!" Sasuke breathed, his voice strained with desire and lust. Then the blonde abandoned his balls and held his cock instead. And right in front of him, Naruto drew out his tongue and licked the underside vein of his throbbing manhood. Sasuke could only throw his head back and he came right there and then, unable to hold back the pleasure that had threatened to sweep him away the moment he was inside the blonde's mouth.

Naruto wiped the sticky liquid from his face just as Sasuke jerked him up and kissed him senseless, their positions now switched. However, Naruto wasn't complaining, his whole body was strumming with his need for Sasuke. He wanted Sasuke and nothing else mattered. He breathed his lover's name and reached out for him.

Sasuke had a different way of giving pleasure. His touches were always hotter, calculated, tricky and overwhelming… always a preparation of what would succeed after it. But Naruto didn't mind… as long as he could feel Sasuke over him, on him and in him, it didn't matter. He mewled when soft lips dragged on his inner thighs, completely ignoring his manhood screaming for the man's attention. Sasuke moved his tongue to touch the blonde's perineum, kissed it and nibbling it. He glanced at his lover's erection, completely fascinated with how it spurted one drop of precum after another and then he moved his tongue lower just to drive Naruto crazy with wanting.

However, Naruto was beyond crazy. Need was coming out from every pore of his body. No, he was need, and he unconsciously moved his hips, wanting and demanding. He protested when a hand tightly gripped his erection, disabling him from cumming.

"Please," he muttered, his eyes blinded with lust. "Give it to me." He wanted it… not just the pleasure coming from Sasuke's slick fingers moving in and out of him. He wanted the real thing… Sasuke's hot rod within him… moving and claiming him. "Please." A guttural moan escaped from his throat when Sasuke entered him, almost ripping him into two, but wait! Something was strange and Naruto could feel it. Something was blocking him from completely feeling his lover. He looked up, confusion twirling along the desire in his eyes. "Sasuke?"

"Hmmm…."

"It's different from usual."

"Condom. I'm wearing one," Sasuke answered while still adjusting to the tightness around him. Following Arashi's rules was the only thing Sasuke could do to show his gratitude to the man who was okay with their relationship and because of that, he went to the nearest drug store to purchase condoms.

"Oh," Naruto eloquently replied and his eyes rolled to the back of his head when Sasuke slammed against his sweet spot. His legs around Sasuke's waist tightened, but it wasn't enough. He needed more… he wanted to feel more. He wanted unadulterated pleasure. In one smooth move, he straddled Sasuke and took the man out from inside of him.

"Dobe?" Sasuke moaned when he felt hands desperately getting rid of the condom. "No," he told the blonde weakly. "Don't."

"But I want to feel you," Naruto replied before tossing the condom to the floor. He moved his hands in an up and down motion. Sasuke moaned at the blonde's ministrations and felt himself hardening at his lover's attention. Then he raised himself on his knees and holding Sasuke's rod, he lowered himself. He threw his head back as he felt Sasuke sink home. "Ah" he breathed softly as he finally had what he wanted… skin against skin… Sasuke against him… inside him.

Sasuke's stomach tightened watching the blonde with his body taut as a bow. He rolled them around and he whispered, "Sorry, couldn't wait!" With that, their conversation ended as they plunged head first to the swirling ocean before them. He grunted between powerful thrusts, watching how desire danced on Naruto's face. Naruto was right, it was better this way… condom was an obstacle to feeling and surrendering to each other.

Naruto's grip on the sheets tightened as pleasure slowly rose above him. He wrapped his legs around Sasuke, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to draw Sasuke deeper and he moved his legs. He placed his heels on the edge of the bed and spread his legs as far as his muscles allowed, but it didn't do him any good. He helplessly called out his lover's name, trying to tell him what he wanted without words, just actions. He cried out when Sasuke took one leg and hung it over his shoulder while one pale hand held his other leg against the bed, after that he was satisfied.

Sasuke pulled back until his head was the only part that remained inside the blonde. He circled his hips around, stretching the blonde completely, teasing him to no end. Normally, it would have hurt, but t the blonde was as lost and dazed as he was. Naruto was panting his name while muttering incoherent words urging Sasuke on repeatedly.

The hoarse cry that ripped from Naruto's chest was Sasuke's undoing as he emptied everything into the blonde. Sasuke fell onto Naruto limped and satiated. They shared a simple kiss and relaxed, savoring each other's presence insider their own little world.

And then July melted into August and once more, fate became cruel as Sasuke and Naruto found themselves in a grueling heat incomparable to that of Summer...

TBC

On chapter 24: "Leave, Sasuke." Fugaku ordered coolly and watched as his son... his stupid younger son, who never failed to disappoint him, struggle futilely. He shall put his stupidity to an end.