Too Many Interruptions
Chapter 14: Sasori
It was the day of The Big Race, and even that was an understatement. It was massive. Humongous, even. It was absolutely the biggest thing that could ever happen in their tiny town. Everyone was going to the big—gigantic—racetrack just past the outskirts of the village. It wasn't even technically the village's land, but nor was it anybody else's.
All the shops would be shut, and everyone had the day off. It wasn't really the race as much as it was everything surrounding it—people from all over the country flocked to the gates, exotic items were sold in the small stalls that popped up nearby. And then there was the betting. Even children as young as two had a bet on, courtesy of their parents.
So, on such a famous day, why were two people still at home, missing all the celebrations?
"Urgh, I'm so sick…" Naruto had muttered to Sakura when she'd come to get him to go to the race with her and everybody else. "I—" he interrupted himself with a fake coughing fit, "—don't think I can make it…"
Sasuke had done something similar just a few minutes before, as Sakura had gone to his house first.
"You and Sasuke, sick!" she exclaimed to Naruto.
"Yeah, you don't want to catch it… You'd better stay away from us…"
Sakura agreed and went to the race without her teammates.
It was a rare thing for the town to be completely empty, and these men planned to take full advantage of that. There was nobody around to interrupt.
"So…" Sasuke said nervously, unconsciously winding his blanket around his fingers in his nervousness. 'Nervous' wasn't exactly the right word to describe the mix of excitement, arousal, fear, annoyance, and desperation that he felt, but it was a lot easier than listing all his emotions specifically.
"Wanna do 'it'?" Naruto asked lazily, brushing a strand of his hair back, attempting to be sexy and trying to shock Sasuke out of his frozen state, where he was sitting on the bed looking up at Naruto, who was still standing.
It worked; a pillow came flying out of nowhere, and probably would've killed Naruto—pillows can kill—if not for his quick reaction, diving forwards out of the way.
"Oh, hello there," he said nonchalantly, finding himself on top of Sasuke.
"Hi," Sasuke answered with a glare and growing irritation as the idiot had managed to avoid his attack and had landed himself in a better position in the process.
"I suppose this is as good a place to start as any," Naruto announced greedily, catching Sasuke's lips in a kiss before he had a chance to react.
Sasuke struggled for a moment before remembering that this was Naruto and he was in love with him and that it was the whole reason they'd skipped The Big Race. He kissed him back, dragging him closer, and holding him there.
Naruto found himself trapped with all of Sasuke's arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. It was a place Naruto had found himself many times before, but never stopped enjoying.
They were just getting more serious when a loud crash boomed through the room.
"What was that?" Sasuke's survival instincts kicked in—quite literally. Naruto was thrown across the room and into the wall, crumpling on the floor.
Sasuke got up and crept across the room to the window. He looked around carefully, but there was nothing out of the ordinary—just the houses across the street, the milk bar, the wooden puppet hanging off of those light poles, and the mailboxes. Nothing that could've caused that loud noise, such as a fallen tree or any other large wooden object falling to the ground.
Relieved, Sasuke went back over to Naruto and descended in front of him.
"Sorry about that," he said calmly. "I just overreacted."
"Overreacted?" Naruto said loudly, groaning as he lifted himself into a sitting position. "You threw me across the room!"
"Well, yeah. Sorry." Sasuke kissed him to make up for it, and Naruto took advantage of that, pulling him into his arms and carrying him the short distance back over to the bed.
"Now, where were we?" he asked breathlessly, looking down at Sasuke eagerly.
Sasuke would've answered with the dirtiest sentence he could think of, but he was silenced by the sudden intrusion of Naruto's tongue in his mouth. The room was getting hot in concurrence with the men, so Sasuke did Naruto a favour and removed his shirt, followed by his own.
The brief moment apart was too much for Naruto; he dived on Sasuke again, kissing him frantically. Sasuke let his hands roam up and down Naruto's back, pulling him tighter. He wrapped his legs around him yet again, clearly indicating the way forward. Naruto felt no such hurry as they had the entire day with each other, but he figured sooner was better than later, so he detached from Sasuke with the intention of reattaching in a better place.
Looking down at him, Naruto noticed Sasuke's face was rather flushed. He grinned smugly.
"Shut up, idiot," Sasuke mumbled angrily, noticing Naruto's stare. It was a bit hard not to notice, really, as the entire room—no, the entire world seemed to have disappeared. It was just them, no interruptions.
"I haven't said anything. Yet," Naruto answered, smiling and holding himself above Sasuke with one hand while the other teased its way down his body. Sasuke's face twisted deliciously as he got closer and closer. Naruto slid his hand underneath Sasuke's pants and bent to kiss him at the same moment he took the hard length, feeling Sasuke's moan reverberate through their joined mouths. He squeezed it gently, then let go, moving that hand to his own pants and removing them swiftly while Sasuke was still distracted by their passionate kiss.
He moved their bodies together, and Sasuke predictably moved his legs around, gasping as he felt his bare member hit Naruto's naked skin. Naruto held him tighter, moving roughly and kissing Sasuke's jaw and neck so as to properly hear him react. Sasuke kept up a steady pant, as fast as if he was running miles, and occasionally groaned as he hit Naruto's body and felt his own arousal slide against his skin. It wasn't satisfying; it was maddening.
"Oh, for the love of—!"
"Me?" Naruto interrupted with a breathless laugh, his face bright and excited. "Don't think god would really approve." He punctuated the words with nips at Sasuke's nipples.
"Urgh, you're driving me insane!" Sasuke tried to put the proper emotion into the words, but everything he said came out low and sensual.
Low and sensual seemed to work, because, instantly, Naruto lifted himself off of his lover and wrapped a hand around Sasuke's shaft.
Then came the second loud crash of the day, much closer this time. As in, front lawn close.
The two men looked at each other quickly, distracted. Sasuke looked cautious, but Naruto looked mutinous. In the end, it was another violent shove that decided the matter, and Naruto found himself on the floor again, while Sasuke stood at the window.
It was so odd; the scene was exactly as it had been the last time he looked.
"You are annoying," Naruto stated, rubbing his head where it had hit the wall. Sasuke barely spared him a glance, continuing his observations.
The same boring houses across the street, the same shop on the corner, the same light poles… minus the puppet. There, Sasuke noticed the difference with a gasp and realised how mindless Naruto had made him.
"More than annoying…" Naruto mumbled, oblivious.
He was a ninja, trained for this kind of thing, but in Naruto's presence, a puppet in the middle of the street had seemed perfectly natural. Well, the unnatural anomaly was gone now, nowhere to be seen.
Until it popped up suddenly directly in front of the window, looking right at him with painted-on eyes.
"Argh!" Sasuke jumped back in shock, clutching his suddenly frantic heart. Again, he was sure it was Naruto's influence making him react so strongly. The life-sized puppet didn't give him a chance to regain his composure; it whipped the window open and came into the room, in fast jerking motions.
Sasuke became aware that he was naked, as did Naruto. In an infinitely more convenient position than Sasuke, who was standing in the middle of the room, all Naruto had to do was duck behind the bed to hide.
A voice came from the puppet: "You're Sasuke."
"Uh, yeah…?" Sasuke answered, painfully aware of his very visible erection. He subtly moved his hands in front of it.
"Where's Itachi?"
"Dunno," he said nervously, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Why aren't you at The Big Race?" It spoke as jerkily as it moved.
"Uh… I'm sick."
"I'll hold you hostage," it decided, and without further ado, it grabbed him and tried to jump out of the window with him. Not all of Sasuke's training had been numbed by Naruto; he twisted out of its grip and whacked it across the wooden block representing a head, knocking it over. He landed back on his feet as lightly as a cat, feeling a familiar wave of control sweep over him.
"Hey!" A man with red hair jumped in and caught the puppet before it fell.
"Who are you?" Sasuke asked, bewildered and quickly getting angry with all these intruders in his house.
"Sasori," he said shortly, distracted. "Tell Itachi to call me, okay?" Sasori hardly looked at him as he climbed out of the window.
"What? Why? What are you doing here?"
"Bye." He ran away so quickly, it was like he vanished.
Sasuke was left standing alone, naked and pissed off, the curtains swaying in the breeze.
A/N: And Nichola—I mean, Ciel In A Dress—was left feeling glad that the chapter had finally come together, until she realised she had to write another one, and another one, and another one…
You'd think with only one ongoing story (not including my secret special half-written one), it'd be pretty easy to keep up with it, but ideas are running thin…
BR/N: Eh, I don't really have anything to say. But if you guys don't want to wait another four months for a new chapter, I suggest you give Ciel In A Dress some ideas. Just saying.