If anyone didn't get the memo, this fic is obviously rated M like a good majority of my other stuff.

Disclaimer: No, no, no, NO.

Heart skipped a beat

And when I caught it you were out of reach

But I'm sure, I'm sure

You've heard if before

Sometimes I still need you

-Heart skipped a beat by the Xx's

I hate you for doing this to me.

I hate myself for wanting it so much more than you.

You kiss a trail down my neck and bury your hands in my dull hair.

I wonder what it is you are trying to accomplish by doing this. Are you just feeding your obsession of having things under your control?

Or do you genuinely want this? Want me?

I doubt it. Truly, truly doubt it.

I can't help the gasp that cuts its way out of my lips as you lick a sensitive spot just right above my hip bone. I can't help how my hands bury into your hair either.

Why? Why am I letting you do this? Why do I let you do whatever the hell you want? Am I really that weak?

I cry out as you take me, hot and needy, into your moist mouth. Your fingers tremble but remain firm. As if you're using a lot of self-control to not just turn me over and plunge in.

I wish you would. If you did then maybe it'll hurt that much more, maybe then I won't have to look at your face. Maybe then it'll be more of a punishment than a delightful sin.

Of course. You're never like that; you always make things slow, always calculating with your black eyes.

You turn from me for a second, and reach into your discarded pants for something but the only thing I see is your back.

An uneasy feeling seeps into my stomach as I stare at your back. You've always, no matter what found a way to walk away. And to tell you the truth…Sasuke…

"I.."

You turn to me in shock. This being the first time I have spoken in months.

I continued; my voice scratchy from the time it hasn't been used. I licked my lips and tried to tell you.

"I'm getting really sick and tired of seeing your back." I hissed, anger seeping into my being. And suddenly, I couldn't believe myself. I couldn't believe I almost let you do this to me.

I ripped the sheets from the ground and throw them over myself. Not wanting you to see me. Or the old scars. But it's too late, you've see them.

"It's your fault." I accused. "These scars are here because of you." My voice is rising and you move closer to keep me quiet.

"I came back." You tried to defend yourself.

"No! You didn't come back! Your body did but not you!"

You turn your sharp endless eyes to mine, watching. I placed my hands upon your cheeks and pull you closer to look into your eyes as if to prove my point. But you, you truly are a great pretender. I freeze as you suddenly kiss me.

My body is weak and against my will it's still calling, calling for you like my voice never could.

"You didn't come back either." You whispered into my lips.

Cold.

I feel cold.

You kiss my frozen lips and lay me down, pulling the sheets away from me once again. Exposing me.

"We're still out there." You whisper into the cold white room. "But you're not moving. You're just sitting there."

You trail your fingers across my body, watching me.

"This place is killing us. Poisoning our blood."

You coat your fingers in the liquid you retrieved from your pants and slip them within me. And once again, my body gets hotter and hotter.

"This place is controlling you." You hiss, kissing me.

With your other hand, you take my thin wrist and show it to me.

"Look at what they made you do." You mutter into my ear, forcing me to look upon my scarred flesh. "They lay you down here and you let them. You let them keep you motionless with their needles. But, Naruto…"

I shudder as you take your fingers out and I don't resist as you spread my legs. I can't help but tense as you place yourself at my entrance.

"Let me move your body." You whisper.

You penetrate me. I cry out your name as you move deep within me, moving touching me in places no one else ever will.

In out, in out, in out.

Empty full, empty full, empty full.

I have no choice but to hold onto you. You don't seem to mind that my nails are digging into your back.

It hurts. It hurts in ways I can't describe. But along with that it feels so good. And I feel better than I have in so many years. I still don't understand. But I feel you. And I guess, for once, I will stop fighting you.

You grunt as I wrap my legs around you and pull you closer; deeper.

I want to tell you how I feel. I want to tell you how much it hurt seeing you after you came back home, seeing you walk down the streets, cold and emotionless as if you weren't there. And I knew you weren't.

You were only going through the motions of a person who came home from a long journey. And it tore me apart.

I thought it was entirely my fault. And maybe it is.

I tried to keep away from my thoughts, so I punished myself.

Perhaps I still am.

I arch into you as you hit spots I never knew were there. You grab my hip hard enough to bruise and entwine one of my hands with yours.

You're close aren't you?

That's okay. So am I.

I shout as I fall into oblivion. Your hands squeezes mine as you spill into me, filling me with you. And for once,

It's okay.

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