Sorry about the wait!I have two other Sasu/Naru fics in the works, but I'm gonna work on this anyway XD

Rated M for a reason – a yaoi reason

This is kinda a filler/prologue chapter to the adventure to come…so it's NOT just pointless lemon…but it is…yaoi. D

I own nothing.

Mmmm.

Something was nuzzling me awake, and oh did it feel good. It moved from the base of my neck up to my cheek, where it kissed the scars on my face, then lightly moved down to my chest. Which, I remembered, was bare. As was the rest of me. The something massaged my chest and I moaned, not wanting to wake up, but not wanting the warm softness to stop rubbing into me. Then I felt teeth graze over a certain spot on my hip that felt like it had been grazed over before, and I heard a throaty laugh that was more familiar that I could ever hope for and I remembered –

It was Sasuke.

Sasuke was back, Sasuke was on me, Sasuke was touching me.

Sasuke had sex with me last night.

No, no, it just couldn't be, he couldn't be back. This must just be another cruel, awful, all-too-realistic dream that would end with me waking wet from tears and…other stuff.

"Good morning, dobe," murmured a low voice in my ear. My eyes flew open, and Sasuke was right on top of me, his hands running through my hair and over my naked body. He was so beautiful, with the smell of sex and, well, just Sasuke all over him. And the smell of me, kinda, but I don't like to think about that because I don't want him to be tainted by me.

"You're not real," I complained sleepily. "Not fair. That dream was already way too realistic. It shouldn't continue til the morning."

"I'm not real?" Sasuke inquired. He ran a gentle thumb over each line of my face. "How odd. If I'm not real, then who screwed you into your mattress last night?"

I flopped a bicep over my eyes.

"No one. That was a dream."

I heard a familiar Hnn that make me practically have another orgasm. It's insane, how much he drives me insane.

"I'm hurt, Naruto-kun," came his mock-insulted voice as his hands tenderly pried away my arm. His eyes met mine and his lips brushed against me, making me tremble. "I'm merely a dream? I would have hoped to be more memorable than that…"

At the word memorable, he arched his back just like I had all those years ago, and as the naked bulge between his legs rubbed against mine, I realized for the first time why he had moaned.

My eyes shut tight as a rush of something delicious coursed through me. Sasuke made a self-satisfied sound.

"So this isn't real?" His mouth teased my cheek, his lips opening and closing slowly on the side of my face. He arched even more, pressing into me, and through the fog of sleepiness that I hadn't quite fought through yet, I heard myself make a tiny sound, to which he responded with a hand stretching…well…southward. "I think it's time you woke up, dobe. I think it's time you let me show you how real I am."

As his palm gently stroked me into a very pleased consciousness, the events of the past night came back to me – unfortunately, that meant I remembered something.

"D-Dammit, Sasuke," I mumbled as his teeth grazed my throat, "I'm supposed to go to Tsunade-sama's office this morning and tell her how everything went with you, and what we're gonna do now…by the way, what are we gonna do now?" I should have struggled against him; I should have fought my way into a sitting position, pulled the blankets around my waist, and talked to him. But I had missed the mere feeling of his flesh on mine, his breath on me, his everything…so instead I let him slip a hand under my neck and pull my mouth up to his. I couldn't help it; it had been too long. I let him nudge my still-sleepy lips just the littlest bit open with the very tip of his tongue, allowing my eyes to flutter shut again and just feel him.

"If you'll come with me," he said breathlessly, "we're going to hunt down Itachi and we're going to kill that son of a bitch."

I don't understand how he can talk about murdering his own brother in such a graphic way and still seem so deviously sexy. It probably had something to do with the fact that his knee had nudged my legs apart as we spoke. I tried so hard to focus, but memories from last night were pushing themselves back into my mind at his touch.

"I'll come with you," I panted through his lips. "Wh—oh God—when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow," he almost growled.

"Good," I said, trying to remain practical even as he rolled me over onto my stomach, continuing to dust harsh, needy kisses down my jaw. "Then today we can tell Tsunade-sama—"

"We're not going to tell her anything right now, dobe." I let out a gasp as he yanked up my hair to look me in the eye with an animalistic…desire. "We can go tell her tonight, okay?" I was about to insist, to tell him she'd be worried and she wouldn't be able to prevent Kakashi from trying to visit him in the dungeons where of course he wouldn't be, but then he slipped a finger into me. "Please?" I had no idea why he was the one begging when we were in this position, but his voice flowed through my ears and pushed my presence of mind out through my mouth in a weak voice that, very simply, said:

"Okay."

That's all it took. It didn't matter that I had just woken up, it didn't matter, it didn't matter that we had just done it a few hours ago, it didn't matter that we had such a deadly task to complete – we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I let him ease himself into me with very little preparation before I reached up and pulled his head into the curve of my jaw so he could kiss me on the cheek and I could hold onto his hair. My eyes shut tight again as his body rocked with mine, the stings of pain barely diminishing the pleasure shooting through me.

"S—Sasuke-ku—" I tried to pant out; I needed him to take care of the pulsing embarrassment that had started to grow between my legs, but for some reason he placed a hand over my sweaty mouth. His thrusts were becoming erratic again; I could feel his need inside of me.

"Don't call me Sasuke-kun when we're like this," he snarled in my ear as he petted my lips. I made a questioning groan, clutching at the blankets and trying to resist reaching down and touching myself; I knew he'd hate that. "Call me Sasuke-sama" A shiver went through me at his dominating words, but I loved him so much…

"Sasuke-sama," I breathed when he moved his hand to clutch at my hips and pound inside me harder. I tried to make my voice as timid and uke-like as possible to make him feel the control I know he'll always wield. "Touch me, Sasuke-sama."

He let out a grunt of pure arousal and complied, harshly. My eyes shut tight at the rough treatment and I bit my lip, but then, just as I was so damn close, I heard his voice again:

"Am I hurting you?"

He was actually worried, through the quick tight movements of his fist, through the deep thrusts that made me feel like he was grazing my heart, he was worried about me. I tried to shake my head (I seem to be trying a lot), but then I felt his body spasm and my own body respond. Red-white-hot light sprang up beneath my closed eyelids as the sensation I prayed would soon be familiar erupted within me. I don't know if I said his name this time, I don't know much about the moments we spent rocking back and forth except that I wish they would never end. I never wanted him to pull out of me, no matter how much it hurt. I never wanted him to let go of me, even if his hand was covered stuff that I didn't want to name that I knew I had coated him in. I never wanted him to stop pressing his body into mine, even if I could barely breathe.

Once it finally finished, I wished it hadn't. I rolled over to face him but I grabbed onto his shoulders so I could wrap my arms around him and kiss him fiercely, as passionately as I possibly could, even though my lungs hadn't recovered yet. I wrapped my legs around him too and we rolled across the bed, tugging at each other's hair and exploring the mouths we had missed so much in almost excruciating detail.

"You could never hurt me any more than you already did," I managed to say. At this point, I was straddling him, with the blankets tangled around us. He looked up, his flushed face aching with sadness that I didn't understand until he leaned to kiss away the tears pouring staining my face. I hadn't even noticed I had been crying. We rolled again, his lips covering not just my mouth now, but almost every inch of me.

"I can never apologize enough for leaving you," he said sadly. Now he was the one straddling me and my tears fell into my hair. "But I promise I'll never leave you again, as long as you want me."

"I want you, Sasuke-sama," I whispered. "I'll come with you wherever you go."

He pushed the sweaty hair back from my forehead and dusted my temple with his lips.

"Good," he grinned. "In that case, I think I want to do that again…"

I smiled back at him and obediently turned on to my stomach again. This is how we'd spend our last day before embarking on the quest that, if we accomplished, would make Sasuke mine and mine only for the rest of our lives. We'd spend it like this, kissing and touching and loving and trying to make up for the lost years. Tsunade could wait til we lay bloody and bruised and content, at least for the day. Tomorrow we'd leave, but until then, we'd try to make today last forever.

Maybe we'd even have a chance to get out of bed and eat or treat Sasuke's scars.

But judging from the way his nails were digging their own scars into my chest and the fresh moans he was giving off, I doubted it.

Thank God.