Author's Notes:
Life is a little crazy right now, but I was finally able to work on this again!
This time, an insight into Sasuke's feelings-yes, in this story he has those.
Need
The pale glow of the moon filtered in faintly through the window, softly illuminating the objects in its path. The insipid light, which simply melded into Sasuke's features, seemed to reflect off the man beneath him in a stunning sheath of gold. Sharp canines glinted in an agape mouth. Azure eyes, clenched through the moment of ecstasy, now opened just wide enough to peer back at a pale face half veiled in black. Sharingan eyes absorbed every last detail the light exposed, gluttonous in his adrenaline fueled need for more.
Heavy panting was all that filled the air, the sound of flesh on flesh having temporarily subsided in lieu of their visual exchange. Restlessness soon replaced curiosity, and Sasuke couldn't help but smirk as he watched Naruto begin to squirm and mewl in protest to the lack of motion.
"Sasuke. Please." He spoke breathlessly, lost to the world beyond his physical touch. His plea was reinforced with a purposeful clenching around Sasuke's swollen member, and the raven haired teen couldn't help but respond accordingly.
Firm hands gripped two well-muscled cheeks as Sasuke leaned forward to continue where he left off. Screams, moans and words of affirmation once again spilled into the room as Sasuke pounded into the willing body beneath him, taking him deeper and harder than before.
His heart clenched tightly against the bombardment of emotions the act elicited. Sasuke found himself lost to them, overwhelmed and dazed due to years of numbing himself to their presence. Luckily, one emotion laced itself between all of the unidentifiable feelings, and he latched onto it, feeding it until it flooded his system and drowned out the confusion. It wasn't an ideal emotion to have, but he could handle lust—lust is an emotion that would be gone once sated.
"Fuck." Sasuke grunted, close to the edge of his control. "Naruto, do you have any idea how good you feel?"
The blonde in question responded with a harsh cry signaling his release. Tan fingers gripped onto pale shoulders, dragging Sasuke down into a heated kiss, and subsequently dragging him right over that edge with him. Sasuke gave in to the sensation, allowing himself to finally step off the ledge of emotions that had been building up within him.
His every nerve seemed alive and buzzing with energy—that could only be described as Naruto's—flowing through his system. It felt like their very beings were merging and thrashing with every growl, grunt and forceful push of hips. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep within Naruto, releasing into the man in agonizingly gratifying spurts.
Both his sight and hearing momentarily faded, as if giving all of their energy to the sensations of the moment. All too late, Sasuke realized that he was unequivocally vulnerable, and he was torn between grasping at his last threads of control and giving in to the possibility of one true moment of peace. Without his grounded mind to stand on, he couldn't tell if he was souring through the sky, or plummeting to the ground. Maybe it was both.
Slowly, his senses returned.
Heat. He was unbearably hot; sweat slickened his body, mixing indistinguishably into the sweat and heat of the thicker chest below him. Lean arms clung to themselves around his waist. The blonde's grip on himself was strong, but his arms only rested on the encircled man's body. It was as if Naruto was scared to trap him, but even more afraid of letting him go.
Musk. The air was thick with sex, but Sasuke could hardly smell it over the earthy smell ravishing him from his position at the crook of Naruto's neck. Subconsciously, Sasuke nuzzled further into golden locks, simply pleased that he wasn't met with the smell of ramen.
Their breathing slowed, instinctually synching to each other's rhythm. Sasuke felt his mind drifting away to the easy ebb and flow of the chest below him. If it wasn't for the still wildly beating pulse, the soft breaths and still body would have made Naruto seem asleep.
"Sasuke." It sounded like a statement, but his unspoken questions hung in the air, building tension between the two. When Sasuke lifted dark eyes to lock with deep blue, no further words were exchanged. Sasuke could see the confusion clearly through the silence.
'Was this it?' They asked silently to themselves. Sasuke's heart tugged against its restraints at their shared thought, but, unlike the expressive man before him, he refused to let it show.
This was bad. Sasuke could feel his obsession growing, when it should have been satiated. It was only five minutes later, yet his mind was already wanting more. More touching. More kissing. More domination. More pleasure. More pain. More Naruto.
There was no longer just physical lust that needed to be sated; whatever had transpired transcended lust. The need currently only revealed itself as a dull ache clawing at the edges of his mind, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before the need would once again consume him.
Whatever this was, he knew the want would come back again. Just like before it would grow—now fed by the memories of what had been—until he'd once again find himself sneaking back into the grasp of a bond he was supposed to have broken.
Sasuke once again found himself torn between the path he'd once tried to take, and the path he knew was truly meant for him. No, he'd made his decision, there's no turning back. Burying his emotions with new resolve, he steeled himself to once again break his most precious bond.
"Naruto, I…" He had started smoothly, but stopped, unsure of exactly what to say. What could he say? Should he just leave?
"Sasuke." Naruto interrupted his thoughts. The tone that laced his name was confident and sure, and his face, once muddled with thoughts, showed now that he had somehow found the answers he'd sought. Sasuke leveled him with a steady gaze, searching for what the other had apparently found.
'It's ok,' blue eyes said, sure and unwavering in their conviction. "I understand."
The only sign that the words had any effect was the slight release of tension from Sasuke's shoulders and face. He felt put at ease by the words, but decided that figuring out why would be for a later date. It was almost dawn, and he had a sun he needed to escape.
'Thank you, Naruto.' He thought, wrapping his free hand at the base of thick blonde locks. He pulled Naruto into a chaste kiss, neither breaking eye contact, for they both knew what would happen next. Intense eyes swirled red, and Naruto's world went dark.
He laid the man back down, and moved to his clothes. As methodically as he dressed, Sasuke re-boxed his feelings, shifting back into his hardened emotional mask to face his world.
Clothed and posed to leave, Sasuke spared a final glance back at the man lying in a forced peaceful slumber. A rare smile graced his lips for just a moment, and, as he leapt away, he didn't bother stopping the small portion of his brain from already planning his next visit.
'Why can't you just leave me to my darkness? Don't you see that I don't belong in your light?'
Author's Notes:
No worries lovelies, this story is FAR from over 3 Stay tuned for the next chapter, 'Confession,' coming next week!
I always post an edited version of the previous chapter when I post a new one. Normally all that changes are grammatical aspects, but I have a feeling I'll be adding more content to this one.
As always, any type of review encourages me to write more! (If you think of anything you feel this chapter is lacking, I would love your input!)