Ok so here is the beginning of the smuttiness, though is not yet at full force, I'm still trying to find my muse.
I don't own this blah blah blah and if you are very catholic and dislike the idea of a gay priest do not read please
Much LOVE and please rewiev!
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"Yes… it was in this wall"- said Naruto and he could feel that something somewhere was beginning to fall apart.
Sasuke didn't want to see the blond, he couldn't; because if he did he would end up trying to kiss him, touch him, to become one with him… But he couldn't allow himself that, not now, not ever…
However, ne couldn't stop himself as he turned around feeling pulled by the sound of the voice of the other person in the room. And again that sensation reminiscence flooded him over, he knew he was going to go back to his memories and it would all come crashing back, but he also knew the other was experiencing the same feeling.
'At least I won't be going alone'- thought the raven to himself as the memories envelope him whole and he gave in to the sensations it brought back.
The night he had met Naruto by the fountain…
What was he doing in such a place anyways? Is not like it mattered anymore, he just had to wait half an hour more and he would be free to go back home. He had to admit though that the gardens he was strolling about were beautiful and so was the fountain in the middle of it.
He savored his solitude and tranquility, it has been a busy night and he had started to suspect he might have a little too much to drink when he saw an astonishing attractive man standing alone on one of the surrounding gardens.
He approached him, not really sure as to why he as doing this; maybe it was indeed the alcohol flooding through his veins or maybe it was because he felt pulled to the man or maybe, just maybe, loneliness was getting the better out of him.
The other man turned towards him and followed him with his gaze as he came nearer.
There was something on this person approaching him and he could feel it.
When the raven had finally made it next to the other man a polite smile formed on their lips.
'What's your name?'- asked the blond…
'What do you want it to be?'- asked Sasuke playfully. '
Fine then, don't tell me, that way I'll call anyway I want'- answered the other male with a small smile plastered on his lips.
'And how will you call me'- asked the raven taking notice of the glass the other was holding on his right hand.
'Mmmm… I don't know…'-said the blond as his eyes inspected the other up and down and when their gazes met, both of them smirked without really knowing why: -'…Red'- he mumbled.
Sasuke smirked and said: -'Then can I call you blue?'- he asked.
'Oh so very original… Is it because of the eyes?'- asked the blond letting a smirk of his own to form on his lips.
'I wasn't even looking at your eyes…'- murmured the raven feeling somehow offended.
'Then what were you looking at?'- asked the blond with such seriousness in his tone as if the answer to that question was the most important thing in the world.
They stared at each other in silence, Sasuke not feeling the need to answer the question and Naruto not feeling the need to know the answer anymore.
'I like that name… Blue'- said the blond and a small smile graced his lips.
'Let's go back inside… I think I want another vodka'-spoke again the blonde after the moment of silence the two of them shared.
As they were making their way towards the back entrance, Naruto bend over and took a dandelion.
His lips as he blew away the seeds from the dandelion… Why did he wanted so much to kiss the blond?...
Why did he felt this way if he just met the blond? Who cared, maybe it was the alcohol finally getting to him.
It was only going to be 30 more minutes, but without realizing it those 30 minutes have somehow turn into 2 hours as they about everything and nothing. They both were people who enjoyed their silence, and so they found liking each other's presence as they both appreciated their silent conversation. Music could be heard all the way outside on the balcony in which they were.
'I think I had a little too much to drink…'- mumbled the raven just for the sake of saying something and hear the voice of the blond give him a response.
'Why you said that?'- asked the blue eyed man standing next to him, his eyes never leaving the starry night sky.
'Because…'- he started, but he turned around towards the blond.
The glass barely touching the blonds' lips as he took another swing of his vodka…
Why was it that his lips seemed so appealing?
'Let's get out of here'- said the blond turning towards Sasuke.
'Where would we go?'- asked the raven slurring his words, but he wasn't quite sure what was causing it, if the alcohol in his system or the intense gaze he was receiving from the other male.
'Here'- mumbled the blonde and moved himself from the rail he had been leaning against and the word around him decided to spin on its own accord. He started stumbling toward the direction he thought would be the entrance to the salon.
'Your are drunk…'- stated Sasuke as he tried to catch up to the blond, who suddenly turned around and grabbed the fair skinned man's right hand and placed it on his lower back.
'Dance with me'- demanded Naruto, as his hands placed themselves on Sasuke's shoulders and he swung from side to side.
'I think we better get you home'- said Sasuke as he tried to remove his hand from the others lower back, but failing miserably; he briefly wondered if he was really trying to in the first place.
The feelings of his hand roaming across Naruto's lower back as he held him and helped him walk staggering and regretting that last vodka shot…
'I think we are really drunk'- mumbled the raven as his hand, now free to move from the other's lower back, remained there; was Sasuke keeping it there?
'So what if we are… Don't you wanna dance with me?'- said Naruto stumbling with the words, and Sasuke wondered when Naruto had gotten so close to him.
'Yes I want to…'- mumbled Sasuke not very sure of what he was agreeing to but not really caring since the only thing that he cared for right now was how close the tan man was to him.
'Me too…'- slurred the drunken blond leaning in closer to Sasuke.
'I like how you smell… is kinda like vanilla'- said Sasuke…
They hadn't even noticed how or when, but the distance that was separating them had disappeared and even those little steps that were between them seem like too much.
"This is not right…"- mumbled Naruto not noticing that it was him the one covering the small distance between his and Sasuke's lips: -"You can't…"- but he was unable to finish the sentence as Sasuke's lips had covered his and silenced him with a kiss.
They could later on come to terms with the fact that Sasuke was priest…
How had they come to this? Why couldn't they help but to repeat their history? None of them knew and in fact none of them was actually wondering since the only important thing in this precise moment was that kiss, that caress.
"You smell like cigarette…"- mumbled Naruto in between kisses.
"Yes"- answered back the raven his lips never leaving the others': -"I always smell like cigarette"- he said and both of them smirked.
They relish on the feeling and the memories it brought with it.
No matter how much they had tried to avoid this exact same moment, they both knew that they had been moving towards it since they decided they couldn't be together.
Well, it wasn't much of a decision, being that Sasuke was a priest since the first time they had met almost 6 ago; it was, if you may call it that way, god's territory and Naruto wouldn't take away what was God's by right.
But right now, as he remember his grandmother telling him that this was a sin, he thought to himself that he could share a very good spot in hell with this sinner.
Sasuke wasn't one to lose his control that easily, but to hell with all!
There couldn't be anything more right than this moment they were both sharing. And if this meant he would rot in hell, so bee it, because not even if Jesus himself came down from heaven and told him to stop he would do it.
He had wanted to kiss the blond for the longest of times, barely containing himself.
Why had he not met him before? Why destiny was as cruel as to bring them together now? Now that it seemed impossible to be together. If other would have been the circumstances Sasuke didn't doubt they would have ended up together.
Why had they met so late in life?
They had instantly recognized each other as if from a different life, a life in which they could make out, make love, and make whatever it was that their bodies demanded them to do.
"You should quit smoking"- said Naruto when Sasuke decided that he wanted to taste the tan neck.
"Then how would you remember me?"- answered back the raven as he bit down on the juncture of the neck and shoulder earning a grunt to escape from the blonds' lips.
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Ok so I'm really very sorry for the long wait hehehe real life got in the way.
And also I'm really sorry for the very short chapter, but I felt that if I kept witing I would get myself to carried away hehehe
Well I'll try to compansate by updating sooner and with a longer chapter okay?
Don't forget to rewiev!!
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