The Valiant

(since I am no good with the smut I'm just going to skip all the juicy details as a whole however there will be an assortment of flashbacks that indicate what happened. If anyone is pissed about this then I'll make the next YAOI scenes as hot as ya'll want.)

The sun was setting beneath the high trees around the old broken Victorian house where the old white paint was chipped and the wood was an eerie gray. The cracks and creaks that seemed to come to life all it's own came from the wooden floors that had only ever been fixed up once in 1972.

The porch was old and dingy, flower pots that had once held living flowers were cracked and the soil dry. The screen door was horribly rusted and screeched a horrible sound whenever opened and the door behind it was a musty gray.

Everything was dull and old and gray. Except for two boys that were up the winding stairs-last door on the right.

Sasuke's palms felt raw as the held the wall in front of him for support, his knees were red and slightly bruised like his hips which were tightly held in firm strong tanned hands keeping him kneeling on the bed.

Naruto made one more jerking harsh movement before letting out a deep ethereal howl and falling on his back his arms snaking around the dark haired boys waist to pull him with him. Both landed on a heap on the bed panting. The blonde in absolute euphoria while the other-not so pleased-as his rear felt like it had been torn in half…however he surmised, he'd do it over and over again. "My ass hurts."

Naruto smirked. "Sorry. I get rough sometimes."

"Hn." Sasuke said before moving away from the blonde and standing. His legs felt like jelly and as he looked into the mirror, and moving as too see his backside caught the sight of blood and semen slightly running down his thighs in a strange pink. "Literally tore me a new asshole."

"But you liked it."

He made a grunting sound before waking towards his closet and flinging slightly clean bed sheets towards the bed. They landed softly on the wooden floor. "I'm going to take a bath, change the sheets and put the soiled ones in the laundry basket in the closet." He said before disappearing into the adjoined bathroom.

Naruto sniggered after the limping boy was out of sight and dutifully did his task. It wasn't normally that he would listen to anyone but-after getting the hottest piece of ass in a long sack romp you'd be hard pressed to not do as told.

He wanted to do it all over again.

Depositing the soiled sheets into the laundry basket hidden in the closet-he laughed to himself when he'd caught sight the various 'love stains' and blood-he decided to look about the room.

Five minutes and a very bored blonde later-Naruto was sitting on the newly done up bed, still naked, looking at the floor. He sighed. "So boring-even his room is drab." He said before spotting a dark book on the floor. He recognized the unique bird wings and smirked. "A Soundless Place…awesome! Finally something to do while Sasuke has alone time."

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Sasuke was showering-this time-letting the hot water sooth his aching muscles. His rear still hurt but now it was a dull pain-the kind you like when you push in a bruise. Stinging, annoying even but oddly fulfilling in it's own right.

Naruto was just that-Stinging-annoying but oddly fulfilling.

'Why did I let him top me?' He asked himself as he rinsed his damp hair with Hinata's shampoo-the girl often left herself toiletries for days that she would spend the night. 'I hate submitting to anyone but it felt so good. Being told what to do'

He massaged his scalp gently. 'It felt good to be filled to the brim, to bleed and be slightly torn…that idiot is sure a tiger in the sack…no foxes…fox suits him better anyway.'

His mind was rambling on now as he washed out the shampoo and moved to conditioner next, also Hinata's.

Hinata.

He clenched his fists at the memory of her shaking voice and her outright calmness in her eyes before she began to cry. It made him feel weak that he hadn't been there for her. For the first time in his whole life of knowing her.

"Damn it."

Sasuke's parents were musician's for the entirety of the sixteen years he had lived and living in a family where on Christmas it was tradition to fish your father's head out of a toilet and to discard booze while your mother was too sloshed to even think after a gig-you'd understand why Sasuke was so hard, and unbreakable. Itachi was as well-more so since he was older and seemed to understand things to the extent that Sasuke never could. To Sasuke-gig's and shows and booze and pot was never a bad or abnormal thing. He'd grown up being familiarized with the smell of these things and with the glassy looks he was given when his parents partied on the bus while Itachi would either put away the instruments into the rightful place or just sit at the tiny makeshift dinner table in the rinky dink tour bus and read one of many books that he picked up. That was normal for Sasuke, that was the true normality in his life.

When he was seven years old his parents-deciding to be parents, had decided to end their never-ending tour around the fire country and to stop by Konoha to visit Sasuke's grandmother Gina and then living grandfather Boris for the summer. Sasuke was horrified of this, he remembered, horrified of not going to smoke filled pubs and bars where the men smelled like smoke and the women smelled like cheap liquor wearing just as cheap lipstick and glittering makeup. Itachi was far from horrified however. He had been excited to finally get off the bus and with a crate under one arm and a plastic bag in the other, he'd greeted both grandparents with a dazzling smile.

They were given separate rooms-coincidently the rooms they now as teenagers inhabited.

Sasuke remembered that year so well because he spent the majority of it on his grandfather's knee in the living room or on the porch as the old man smoked from his antique pipe and regaled him with stories of his youth. Sasuke's grandfather had been his hero then and usually never left the mans sight. He also remembered that year because it was so often that back then Grandma Gina and his mother Mikoto would fight about Itachi and Sasuke's education.

'They're going to end up a low life like that husband of yours!' His grandmother always said after Sasuke's father would leave in the morning to do God only knew what while Mikoto smoked her clove cigarette and sipped at coffee or what he thought was coffee.

'My kids are fine. Look at Itachi, the kid does nothing but read…look at him now reading the Iliad at age nine. What kid reads that at age nine mom you tell me.'

'And Sasuke?'

'What about Sasuke?'

'He does nothing but sit around.'

'He's with dad.'

That always ended the arguments and usually that was the time that Grandpa Boris came in and carried little Sasuke outside to the porch or sometimes to the lake about a mile away telling him more stories of things that couldn't be real but of what should have existed.

He remembered this year clearly also because it was the year he met Hinata.

Short midnight blue hair was flat against her pale porcelain cheeks. Her lavender eyes were wide in shock as she had stood in knee deep lake water shivering. Her pink sundress was ruined by mud and tall grass.

'Look grandpa a fairy!'

His grandfather laughed not having caught sight of the girl.

'A fairy you say? Where?'

'Over there.'

When Grandpa Boris caught sight of the girl his face paled and he waded into the water asking if she was alright.

After being dried and draped in Grandpa Boris's jacket Hinata bowed her head blushing furiously. She brought her hand up to do something but saw that they were covered in blue denim sleeves.

'Sorry.'

' 'sokay.' He had said and that was that. They were inseparable that summer and when it was his time to leave on the old rinky dink bus she waved goodbye and he promised to write.

When his grandfather died she wrote him telling him the news. She was his precious person and he couldn't even protect her.

In other words.

Sasuke felt like shit.

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