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A black contortion trembled over Naruto's vision, his head numbly spinning like a top, joints shaking like a seismic earthquake. The music tardily caused his body mass to double as it exploded through the makeshift walls, swallowing him into a suffocating darkness. Under its weight, he felt pressurized as his cells jumped at the explosion of noise.
The unyielding candidness night relied on the rims of vodka punch and kush being passed around like a baton, producing a pleasurable atmosphere. He united with his unofficial boyfriend to attend the athlete's kickback even though they weren't formally associated with them, was one of the better ideas he'd had all week. After going through five days of school and employment woes, he'd missed Gaara and this was his chance to spend some quality time with him. Gaara didn't favor playing in the sand, because this was his idea of recreational relaxation, not playing in the sand.
Excessively buzzed, he chummily moved forward pressuring his voluptuous ass on the host's personal night stand. He enticingly nipped at Gaara's neck, tongue flicking out like a sly kitten, sublimely purring. A heavy moan answered his ministrations, an indication for progression from the inebriated male. He cruelly hooked on Gaara's onto belt loops, hauling the enamored redhead's to his lap, then sliding his limp fingers to his zipper. The horny blond suggestively crashed his heated torso into Gaara's, hungrily attached to his, imagining the taste of Sasuke's tongue instead.
Naruto smoothly transitioned into faux embodiment of his beloved Uchiha, unremittedly thirsting for the replacement disgraceful desires through a bleary, drunken mist. Gorged in green desperation, he undid Gaara's belt buckle, only to be greeted with his vanishing enthusiasm.
Naruto intermittedly creaked with rigid anger as he grunted and slung his fist straight into Gaara's ribs.
The detrimental sign blared like a neon lights to the blond and he didn't need further explanation. Violently shoved the confused male aside, he vanished from the weed infested room, pronto.
Like an unwanted pawn in an elaborate game, Gaara never failed to avoid sleeping with him. He always either bowed out or changed activities whenever he could. If any passion subsided for him, beneath his skin, than he should have been jumping his bones at his wanton advancements whenever he wanted. But he never did. He just lingered in a strange twilight like he was uninterested in the thought of having him in that way.
Naruto understood that they weren't necessarily official but that didn't mean that they couldn't engage in a little fun.
In the doorway, Naruto watched a dubious senior varsity athlete blow a large puff of smoke across the drug coated table, and a brilliant idea sparked. If he were to "play" with someone else, Gaara's envy would cox a sour reaction out of him and certainly fuel him take him around the world—and back. Maybe he would surpass flirting—and just for entertainment, possibly even fuck the poor sap. Gaara wouldn't be in so in tune with deflective conduct.
Naruto was quickly bound by his shifty emotions. He sifted through a list of unsuspecting victims awaiting his sea of evil deeds. He silently itched to tuck himself into someone's bed for the night—after his sexual prowess was finally satisfied. His gazes drifted from attractive, jollily intoxicated males having a swell time. In a twinkling, they latched onto his inviting glance. Then he momentarily considered fulfilling his impulsive wish. Sadly, his delight minimized after he internalized an image of Sasuke. He sucked his teeth and impatiently bustled through the front door. He needed to thwart his poorly devised plan. His solution: walk a mile home.
…
After sharing a "romantic night" with Sakura, Sasuke was disappointed that he still thought about Naruto the duration of the time. Although they adventured into a salacious makeout session with her, he couldn't feel the spark come to life. It wasn't for a lack of trying. When he stared into her glimmering algae green eyes, he remembered all the reasons he initiated the relationship in the first place but, still, he still found his efforts in vain. Their banter seemed so dry that he was strongly tempted to chug his glass of water after the exchange.
Even with the elegance of her of her egg shell white skin, the attraction all but diminished. And dealing with the banishment of the honeymoon period was less than appealing.
Shortly after the dinner, she begged him to spend the night but he refused. He knew that it would lead to something less than appealing. So instead he charged home like a bull on steroids. He did text Sakura a short, sweet goodnight before rolling into the sack and then migrating into sweet dreams of Naruto.
…
Sasuke's hair represented a jumbled bird's nest, as he lie naked as the day he was born. Fuzzy grey eyes pulled open and carefully scanned the room for irregularities. As he sat upright, an unmistakable image of sexy sapphire eyes clouded vision and corrupted his mind. He felt a pang of lust as he tussled out of the thin sheets, he was welcomed by his proudly jutting erection. Staring at the bright red tip, he groaned trudging into the shower. Extra cold, coming up.
…
He damned his frisky attitude, then he got out of the shower freshly erection-free, answering his early morning Saturday phone call.
Smiling, he hung up and got dressed; for Sasuke Uchiha had somewhere be.
…
Practically in the same position he was in last night at the party, thighs divided by Sasuke's hips, Naruto strummed his fingers over the baby hairs on the back of the Uchiha's neck, fancying his beauty. He fisted the meat of Sasuke's graphic tee, as he sunk his teeth into Sasuke's jugular, palming his shapely ass. He wrapped his sturdy legs around Sasuke's waist, as he grappled for balance on the couch arm, using Sasuke as leverage.
The horrible night faded into the onslaught of this excellent morning. His scent, his touch, even The Uchiha's low purr instantly improved Naruto's rejected mood and unrelenting hangover. He happily licked at the available skin, appreciating that Sasuke handled him like fine china. He was so tempted to fetch lube from his nightstand to do the unthinkable. But Naruto settled for a kiss on the chin.
The glaze of the autumn sun flared through the window's guarding shingles. Birds chirped aloud and cars roared to life in the apartment lot but no sound was able to carry out an interruption. Interest grazed the outer recesses of their senses but didn't linger over their inhibitions. They both knew exactly what they were doing.
And this attraction wasn't something that heeded preventative measures. It only sunk their better judgment, unwittingly infecting their morals assessments. A helplessness that people only experienced once in a life time. People like them...
Although he felt the sexual interest seep into Sasuke's blood like quick sand, Naruto still held onto his reservations. Sasuke was here and ready but he was still holding out hope that Gaara would stop pussying out and fuck him already. He wasn't really asking for much. He wanted the red haired to commit to him so he could stop trying to pursue other options. But it was really hard, especially when he quietly wished it was Sasuke dominating him. And judging by the events of last night, he knew he didn't want just any guy. He wanted Sasuke.
Oh, and what wouldn't give to have Sasuke… All to himself.
He really was… different. He never minded expressing his affection for him when he needed it. And he knew if Sasuke had the chance, he would take him to bed. Pun intended.
Sadly, he couldn't say the same for his lover, Gaara. He seemed so hesitant to go any further then they had been going.
He really wished he hadn't become a wasted mess last night but it was really necessary. Each strong hit of alcohol extorted one hidden truth after another. The truth being that… he would love to have Sasuke as his boyfriend instead.
As he traced the solid contours of Sasuke's solid waist, he leaned against the ivory smooth skin, and murmured with a shameful amount of conviction, "I missed you so much."
…
Sasuke broke down his front door and rushed inside before he had an accident. And by accident, he meant cumming in his pants.
The pressure alone was really beginning to worry him. He didn't like the idea of cleaning the gooey mess out of his pants. It would be inconvenient, and nevertheless annoying, considering he showered less than half an hour ago.
He struggled to make his strides longer. He didn't stop until he reached his bedroom and stripped off his drainpipe jeans. Finally he was able to successfully free his blue balls from his compressing boxers. He hissed as the unbinding pleasure floated from the base of his pelvis. He carefully teasingly touched the head of his cock with one hand as the other fondled his restless balls. As the slippery slit produced a steady fountain of precum, he rubbed it.
Huddling over the footboard, toes curling into the plush of the carpet, Sasuke finally entered the journey of extending his fingers over his entire length. He slowly pumped the eager muscle.
The beautiful blond's teasing caused a massive avalanche of combustive pleasure to head. Naruto was lucky. If he hadn't learned self-control from the unquenchable blood lust he had toward his older brother, then he would have just simply folded Naruto like a god damn taco shell and fucked him like a mental patient on crack. But, fortunately, he was controlling himself. For the greater good. Sakura's good.
In order to keep the universe intact also.
If were to actually rock Naruto's world, he would literally shatter the time space continuum. And Naruto's ass.
But was it possible to not picture it?
Those soft, pert lips proactively doing unspeakable things…
Wrapped around his cock, hallowed cheeks and an actively pleasing tongue enthusiastically massaging it to completion…
He vigorously pumped his anxious member, then he released into his onto his exerted fingers, as his body convulsed from the freedom of pressure. The pleasure mounted and fell and he felt his lungs launch into full operation again.
Gratefully unwinding, Sasuke glanced to his left at the laminated bathroom tiles with grief.
Another shower was in order.
Sasuke stressfully closed his eyes, tilting his head toward the heavens.
Just fucking great.
…
Even though he had nothing to say to Gaara as of late, he was still here looking at habanero red cascaded tantalizing moss colored eyes. He wanted to scream at him and punch in the jaw for sexually standing up Saturday but he didn't because he was Gaara. He probably had some explanation as to why he didn't fuck him that night. And it probably was a good reason. It might have been more of an excuse, but he didn't judge. He was willing to listen as long as he didn't try to bullshit him in an attempt to undo the frisky anger that was dwelling.
He had people lined up to replace him—and do the job he wasn't. Namely, Sasuke Uchiha.
And if was willing to turn him down, Sasuke was willing to pick up. Either way, Naruto was fine with it.
"Naruto." The blond made no effort to return the kiss Gaara pressed on his lips. He remained motionless on the couch, portraying no sign of living emotion to the man.
The red haired man recognized the empty response as Naruto's way of shutting down. "About Saturday," he began slowly, putting his hand on Naruto's knee that dangled aimlessly from the cushion.
"Yeah, what about Saturday?" Naruto fired out, his blue eyes looking over Gaara like he had just murdered the innocent.
"I was thinking… This Saturday is your birthday. That could be the day we consummate our relationship."
Naruto brightened like a candle. The romantic aspects of such a night with his one true love? Complete bliss.
Gaara was asking him to officially be his boyfriend. It… was really happening. He couldn't believe it.
He put his hand over Gaara's with a smile, noticing his wrist was missing his wrist watch he had given him. Caught up in the moment, he didn't care to analyze it any further. "Really?"
"Yeah." He kissed Naruto again on the lips.
It would have been a perfect time for him to be wearing the watch but it was okay. Gaara must have forgotten the watch at home. He would try to remind him about it later. Right now, he was just excited that he and Gaara were… finally together.
Hovering Naruto's beautiful lips, he felt the urge to take devour Naruto. "Unless… You want your birthday present early."
Naruto chuckled at Gaara's handsome smirk.
The slate was clean. Naruto had no reason to be mad anymore. Gaara was now his boyfriend, and if all the chips fell into place, this would be the best birthday ever. Well compared to past ones, anyway.
"Only if you're willing to give it early…" Naruto crawled into Gaara's lap, latching onto his lips like a newborn leach.
Gaara slipped his hand into the back of Naruto's shirt, his teeth capturing Naruto's ear lobe. "I'm gonna turn your fucking world upside down, and leave you begging for more."
Naruto dumbly nodded, slightly laughing at the pleasant pleasure tickling his sensors.
It would surely be a night to remember.
…
Neji wasn't a liar. He may have spun the truth and maybe twisted it every once in a while but he never lied. Lying would compromise his moral code, which consisted of wholehearted honesty. One thing Neji hated more than telling lies, was living breathing was liars. People who basically deviated from the truth for their own selfish reasons. People like this usually complicated things, making everyone's life harder to lead. Although it would be better if individuals like those disappeared, but he knew that would never be possible.
He always tried to admit to the truth even if it hurt. He didn't lie. And when he told Gaara he wasn't over him, he wasn't lying. Gaara did release a fair amount of sexual frustration on him. Even so, he still didn't accept his honesty. He thought that the one night would restore the galaxy they had before the night he had to rush Gaara from his apartment to the emergency room from his meth overdose. If he hadn't come over just in the nick of time, Gaara would have…
A crackling sigh broke through Neji's lungs as he placed down the intimate picture of him and Gaara. A faint shadow of pain dispelled the memories when he tossed the frame back into its rightful place. The trash pile.
He stared at it, knowing he had a choice to make.
He had recently traveled to Gaara in attempt to vainly reconcile. Surprisingly, he rebuked him and his body.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Neji asked, denying the impending dread that was sure to follow.
"No, meaning I truly don't want you anymore." Gaara emphasized every possible syllable, stepping to the equally heighted man.
The long haired man appeared confused at the new independence. And maybe his new dependence.
His protective posture and his neglectful expression aroused an odd, new defenselessness in the silver eyed man.
"You don't mean that. You—"
"I'm committed to Naruto. I refuse to make any more mistakes with you, no matter how tempted I am."
Gaara turned his back, the placid horror on Neji's face not fazing him in the least. He wasn't concerned about what he wanted anymore. He wasn't going to allow him to control him anymore. They had their time together—it was torrid and it was passionate but it also ended. He had a future with someone. And it lied with Naruto, not with him.
"Gaara—"
"Though I'm unsure what grudge you have against Naruto, But there's two things you need to know about him before you leave. Saturday's his birthday and I'm going to fuck him until he can't move." Gaara turned to him dastardly smirking, penitence lacking. "Actually, there's a third one. There's nothing you can do about it."
"I think," Gaara poured himself a glass of vodka, "I've been hung up on you long enough."
There was mind boggling silence that stripped any hope from Neji's heart. The last piece of plaster crumbled as Gaara carefully uttered, "Get out."
…
"And why are you here again?" Sasuke rubbed his hand over his face. His menace was here again… To ruin his life? Perhaps. To take it? Probably. To interrupt it? Most definitely.
Whatever intention he came with, Sasuke wanted him to turn around and walk right through that door.
Unfortunately, he knew that he wasn't going to get that wish. Neji was already slouched in his couch in a position similar to two weeks ago when by Sasuke's standards, he begged to crash at his place.
It was strange that he was here in more than a month. As annoying as he was, the fucker hardly kept in contact like a professional pest should. Was something wrong? Or was something bothering him? Or had he come to tell him that he had found Christ and he wanted him to join him at the local Baptist church? Oh God no—no pun intended—but he just couldn't. He and God's phone line disconnected the second Itachi forcibly dyed his hair fifth grade. He had believed in a higher power but was skeptical of Jesus Christ the second his homeroom teacher gasped at his green mane. From then, God was a background aspect.
Concentrated on Neji's emotionless face for any camouflaged symbols of stress, Sasuke sifted for a splash of emotion. But there wasn't any.
Drawing back into the partner sofa, Sasuke was shocked when the man began to speak with little to no prompting.
"Earlier you asked about my ex and ever since I couldn't stop thinking about him…"
Sasuke flinched. Was Neji showcasing feelings? He wasn't sure if he should be honored or frightened… This was coming from Neji. Someone who could ignore a hurricane washing away his home if it meant he could get a few more minutes of sleep. Not because he was lazy but just because he just didn't give a fuck.
Was… he finally experiencing Neji giving a fuck?
NO…
"What in particular have you been thinking about?"
Swallowing hard, Sasuke slowly guided the conversation from its deepness into safe territory. He didn't want the vulnerable brunet to feel pressured to expose his confession. It would only complicate the situation for the senior year, college student, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
Neji sullenly continued, "Our entire relationship. It was a real… disaster—from beginning to end."
His face muscles strained as he nervously clawed his jeans. "Freshman year, I met this guy named Gaara."
Sasuke balked, feeling like his brain just exploded and splattered on the walls nearby. His heart rate skyrocketed to abnormal levels as his eyes comically widened.
Neji had dated Gaara? The same guy that Naruto was seeing?
Sasuke could barely contain himself as Neji stressfully ran his fingers through his hair, completing the story.
"I thought that he was something special—hell, you could even say I was in love with him. But—" Neji paused, emotionally drained at the desolate memory. "We weren't exactly compatible. He had an affinity for drugs and alcohol… And I'm not really into things like that contrary to popular belief." Neji sighed as dreaded his life like memory of the incident. "Then one day I found him near death in his apartment. And I tried to get him help… But he didn't want that. Then… the next time I blinked, we were over."
A sad smile fell on him and Sasuke felt sympathy ooze out for his old friend. He had personally never seen him plagued over anything, especially over a man.
He always seemed to have thick skin, not the thin, pale, pitiful skin of someone whose heart was shattered—by a clown like Gaara.
"I recently reconnected with him a few times and it turns out he's with some blond bimbo named Naruto. Looks like a complete whore. But if that's what he likes… What am I to do?" Neji said.
Paralyzed, Sasuke was still able to defend what he knew was right. "Naruto's not a whore."
Enlightenment spread across Neji. "I see he's gotten to you too. I'm not really surprised you know him too…"
Neji didn't await Sasuke's delayed response. If he was taking so long to answer then the truth was confirmed.
"Y'know, it doesn't even matter what you do with him. Just make sure he has a wonderful birthday." Neji pulled a watch out of pocket, treacherously smiling as he handed it to the shocked Uchiha.
He carelessly walked to the door, relaying an important message in his departure. "Let 'em know Gaara left that about, mmmm, a week ago… Yeah, a week ago. Later."
As the door closed, Sasuke wished his life was simpler.
…
It was almost 8:30 at night and Sasuke hadn't made one phone call, sent one text, let alone moved from the position Neji had left him in. What was he to do? How would he go about dealing with something like this? He could reveal the truth to Naruto under these dire circumstances or he could remain silent and hope things work out for the best.
As Sasuke felt the crevices of fine piece of craftsmanship, he was dismayed about the engraved lettering on the watch's sterling silver back, 'From Naruto: I love you.'
Sasuke softly gasped as he unknowingly felt the cramp that settled in his knuckles from holding the cursed jewelry so tight.
"And Naruto's in love with him." He deeply sighed, feeling the pressure of his decision.
He didn't know whether to be jealous or disappointed with the new development. It did explain the floating questions he had. The reason he and Gaara had come over at the same time. Where Naruto ran to after Sakura had upset him. And why Naruto wouldn't unveil the nature of their relationship to him when he directly inquired about it.
He was sure that everything had been answered and yet, he was still feeling left in the dark.
If he was so in love with Gaara, then what was he to Naruto? Chop liver?
Hell no, he refused to believe that. He knew few things in life were true and this connection was one of them.
Naruto couldn't make up these feelings even if he tried.
In spite of his feelings for Gaara, he still faltered under the grant weight of temptation. His feelings were real and he knew it. Sasuke could feel it. He wanted him as much as he wanted him.
And if Gaara really loved, wanted him equally he wouldn't have backtracked to his last relationship.
He was a snake—a dog—unworthy of Naruto or anyone good for that matter. Tonight would be the night Sasuke would prove that to Naruto.
…
Lighting a cinnamon scented candle on the table, Naruto checked the blaze on the stem with amazement. The new dimmed lighting exhibited a romantically sultry side to his Moroccan styled apartment. He was preparing for Gaara's impending arrival, he presumed with fresh flowers. Trickling with excitement, Naruto smiled, hugging the professional lighter, joggling in his teal bootie shorts and white cropped belly shirt. After all the foreplay, his hindrance-free clothing would be easy access to the one thing his boyfriend would be after.
After almost two years, they would finally confirm their solid relationship.
In a few minutes time, his life would be complete.
The transformation of his usually bland apartment was nearly finished when a stirring occurred at his front door. He dashed to meet someone he most definitely wasn't expecting. His clamming hands the further open as he stepped forward to the apparently tortured Uchiha. Confusion set in as he looked at Sasuke's skillfully elusive eyes.
Sasuke defenselessly skirted into the curious blue gaze, sections of his dark bangs fell onto his irregularly flushed face as his hand fished into his pocket for evidence reference.
His eyes widened and his heart raced as his looked up at him. "Sasuke… What are you doing here?"
"Naruto—I have something to tell you." Sasuke sorely inspected Naruto's outfit. He was scantily clad as if…
Choking on excess spit, Sasuke remembered it wasn't him he was expecting.
"Tell me what? Couldn't be anything that you couldn't send in a text message." Naruto huffed, his chubby cheeks puffing in irritation.
'Trust me, this isn't news you want to receive over the phone…' he guiltily thought. He didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. As he looked at Naruto's shining robin egg blue eyes, he wanted to return home like nothing ever happened. Naruto unconditionally loved Gaara. He didn't have the right to intervene with their relationship especially when he had his own to worry about.
As options caused his frozen body to sizzle, he felt Naruto softly touch his arm. "Sasuke…"
His kissable pink lips slightly frowned. "What's the matter?" His voice that sounded like it was coated with honey asked with great hesitation.
He decided. Naruto deserved only the best—and Gaara didn't qualify.
"Naruto, Gaara hasn't exactly been faithful to you."
Confused, anger raising like ocean waves, Naruto instantly pushed Sasuke away. "What the fuck Sasuke?! How would you even know that?"
"Because Naruto—"
Naruto weaved his hand into his hair in frustration. "No, shut the fuck up. Before you come here with your jealous accusations, you should at least have one shred of—"
Sasuke whipped out the watch, its exposure contributing greatly to Naruto's muted flurry.
Proof.
"He wasn't wearing this because he left it at his ex's… Neji. He told him me that he had sleeping with him for weeks, Naruto," Sasuke quietly enlightened, checking Naruto's reaction.
A slow flush creeped up onto Naruto's neck thanks to fresh embarrassment and sheer fury. Naruto carefully took the watch from Sasuke's hand and looked at it, despondent. His esophagus tangled in an irreversible knot as he grittily whispered, "That's where it was…"
Their indistinguishable bond impacted the delivery of the news greatly. The disappointment and the droves of empathy poured from Sasuke's glittering grey eyes proved to Naruto he was telling nothing but the truth. It wasn't dressed in wickedness or envy like Naruto originally thought.
Humiliated, Naruto took the watch in his hand, feeling his dry mouth ask Sasuke to leave. Sasuke examined his construction of Naruto's reaction, delaying any movement from him.
Feeling a pound of weight and pressure pile of his shaking figure, tears closing in, he looked at Sasuke pleadingly. "Please."
Sasuke abided by his wishes, respecting that he was probably the last person he would want around. Incidentally, he still had his lover while Naruto just lost his.
…
Sitting in petrifying silence, Naruto pitifully twirled the watch's wristband in his hand. Not too long after, Gaara trudged into his apartment, not a care in the world.
He dare not move. He feared if he did, he would break into a million pieces. But his world caved in like a dying supernova as the immodest individual encouragingly contacted with his supple flesh.
Gaara was pleased with the frame of Naruto's apartment. Naruto was dressed properly for the occasion, just to his liking. But when he tried to move into position, the distrait birthday boy bucked off the hand's advancement with an angry flick of his wrist.
"Don't touch me, you cheating, lying bastard!" An enraged Naruto flew to his feet, explosively confronting Gaara.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Gaara asked, confused.
"You know what the fuck I'm talking about!" Naruto screamed at the top his lungs. "Fucking your ex? Really?!"
Gaara internally crumbled, feeling his jaw slacken at the accusation. "Naruto, where are you getting all this from? You know I would never do that to you." Still denying.
An inherent blaze of hysteria blinded him almost as much as Gaara's continuous lies did. "Yes, you would and you did! Your watch didn't just walk there by its fucking self, dumbass!"
Gaara soft green eyes hardened with an agitated glare.
"I trusted you. I loved you… and this is what I get in return?" Naruto asked, feeling his bones fire above 212 degrees. "When your father died and you had nobody, I was fucking there for you! Day and night, no questions asked and this is what I get… Is this what I deserve, Gaara?" Naruto adrenaline fueled belt exposed the turbulent and hurt little boy sealed inside him. Betrayal summer saluted in his belly as his outburst's conclusion didn't draw near by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, he was just getting started.
Naruto's angered flame was temporarily doused with sadness. Tears brimmed his acidic indigo eyes, his cheeks flaring like fourth July fireworks. "I cared for you like my child, Gaara… and this is how you betray me?"
Naruto's mind reeled. How long had this been going on? Since the beginning? Near the end? In the middle? Was this the reason he wouldn't have sex with him? Because he was still thinking of him? Was he just a replacement that he used to absorb the romantic loss?
His heart murmured in his ribcage as he disgustedly reminisced on all the intimate moments they shared. Disgraced in how false they were, Naruto felt his stomach dangerously lurch. Everything he thought was real was a lie and everything he once cherished now meant nothing. He meant nothing.
Naruto's proclivity to splurge his emotions caused Gaara inwardly sulk, his heart blanketed with guilty upsurges. Given the option to choose Naruto over Neji, he didn't take it, leaving him without a leg to stand on.
"Naruto, I love you and… I can explain."
Gaara extended out his arm to Naruto, caressing his naked shoulder. "I said—" In violent retaliation, Naruto's fist cracked into the naive man's jaw. Gaara's face was thrown to the side as he tried to recover from the heavy blow.
"Don't fucking touch me—you asshole!"
"If you wanted to stick your dick where it didn't belong than you should have just told me so I wouldn't have to waste my FUCKING time!" Naruto paced back and forth two times before his reaction came to an abrupt halt. He ran his hand over his face as Gaara emotionlessly viewed it through his sore eyes, still feeling the ache in his left jaw thud with his heartbeat. Wrestling with inharmonious emotions, Naruto felt the buoyancy of the sorrow float to the surface again.
Naruto disbelievingly smiled. "I can't believe I was fooled by you."
Squeezing his shaking hands together, ignoring the pain in his chest, Naruto heard the words he hated with a living passion. "I love you, Naruto."
"Stop fucking saying that, you don't love me and you never did! You loved that other man that you were fucking!" Naruto yelled, unhinged. "Now, get the fuck out before I do something I regret more than ever getting involved with you!"
Gaara stood like a hollow tree in the center of Naruto's living room like the words were still unsaid.
"NOW!" Naruto shrieked, finally getting his wish.
There was never going to be any solace ground between them. Naruto was done with him, through and through. A promise he wouldn't withdraw.
With that last choice, he was alone like before.
…
As he neared the call of midnight, Naruto was dissatisfied that Sasuke had returned. Seemed like being a harmful nuisance wasn't Sasuke's only flaw but not listening was a horrible imperfection as well.
Vibrating from the rueful situation, Naruto detected the beautiful sincerity dripping from his faithful counterpart.
Chilling with agony, Naruto felt his dam buckle under the mass of his devastation. "Please don't say-y I told you so," Naruto sobbed out in the door way, shielding his face in his small hands.
Fuck, Sasuke was the last person he wanted to see him in this condition. The man he accidentally had cheated on him. He defended Gaara and had nothing to show for it.
Sasuke was quick to comfort the grieving man, trapping him in a tight embrace. He held the back of his head carefully, tightly squeezing his waist. Relishing the direct contact, Naruto buried his face into his shoulder of his crisp leather jacket, expunging his cover, letting everything out.
"He was my e-everything. Every-e-verything," Naruto eagerly explained into the safety of Sasuke's shoulder. Tears rampant, Naruto fastened his arms around Sasuke's firm middle, finally appreciating Sasuke coming back. If he wasn't here, then he would have to face all this pain alone. For that, he was indescribably thankful, more than the man holding him would ever know.
Sasuke slowly closed his eyes, absorbing the brunt of Naruto's sadness. Unfortunately, he couldn't relate. But what he could do is be there for him.
…
Sasuke removed his shoes and his Versace leather jacket and guided Naruto into the organized master bedroom to emotionally deflate. Silently following Sasuke, hand in hand, he wiped away the remaining liquid on heated cheeks. They made themselves comfortable on Naruto's personal mattress, lying there, side by side, heart to heart.
"Today's supposed to be my birthday," Naruto hoarsely whispered to the sympathetic male beside him. Dearly tracing the slender edge of Sasuke's nose bone, the splashes of the corner lamp light tinting his white skin bronze, Naruto felt his heart sink even further. As he lowered his thumb to Sasuke's parted lips, he silently wished these were the lips he had been associated with for the past two years.
He could have had someone who wasn't deceptive, who genuinely loved him. Instead, he got stuck with an imposter.
Fate must have had a grudge.
"I w-wasted my time, Sasuke. All of it… for a mistake…" Naruto uneasily exhaled, the intense subject sending his heart plummeting.
"Naruto," Sasuke touched the side of Naruto's face, "he wasn't a mistake."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? How can you say that dirtbag wasn't a mistake?" Naruto angrily asked, raising his neck slightly.
"Because he's a lesson learned," Sasuke said, shocking Naruto. "I don't think you should regret the experience… Think of it as a stepping stone."
"You're right," Naruto mumbled, realizing he was saying that to Sasuke often lately.
"He didn't understand what he was giving up… Because…" Sasuke pulled Naruto in closer by his hip. "I would have never done that to you."
"I know…" Naruto kissed Sasuke at the corner of his mouth, holding his face in his hesitant hands. "I know."
If the truth was somehow revealed before he met Sasuke then he would have probably have taken Gaara back and tried to rescue the fragments of their relationship. Post Sasuke, he realized his life couldn't be consumed by one person. Nor could he be deluded by sheer naivety.
Sasuke taught him that he was better than that.
To believe his life could constantly revolve around his lover was shallow one-sided thinking.
Sure, humans weren't perfect. They held the potential to hurt, in spite of love. Deliverance from hurt was uncommon because humans rarely apologized for their deliberant actions.
Gaara never apologized for his deliberant actions.
And deserved better than that.
Naruto turned on his side. "Why would he do that, Sasuke?"
Sasuke remained rooted on his back, his hand behind his head of dark hair. "I don't know, Naruto because it doesn't really make sense to me." Naruto identified the raw expression on Sasuke's face, then he discovered it was confusion.
Why he was, Naruto couldn't place—he was trash. Same as Gaara. Things like this were bound to happen.
Sasuke turned his head, eyes swimming in affection, motivated by the positive depictions he illustrated in his head, stressing a point Naruto had yet to understand. Cupping his cheek, his index finger seeking those lilac velvety slick lips in reach. "Your smile, your laugh… I don't understand why he would even think—about someone else."
Naruto felt an electric bond shock him into submission. The smoky glimpses exchanges demanded physical contact so Naruto gladly accepted Sasuke pulling him on top of him, legs snarled, pelvises united. Sweeping his arms over Sasuke's burly shoulders, he continued listening raptly. "He's just a fucking idiot. What more can I say?" Sasuke said.
"You deserve better… someone who will love and cherish you. Hopefully, someone who'll give you the sun and the moon." Sasuke faintly smiled, recognizing the positive heap of sad tears leak from Naruto's eyes. Brushing away the pesky tears, Sasuke encouragingly looked at Naruto, mutely welcoming him to use him as a vent. Grateful, Naruto cried, a light sniffle pouring out.
What if hadn't met Sasuke? He would be so lost right now. Indescribably alone, despite Sakura.
Thankfully, he had met him and gotten to know him. Which had him thinking… maybe fate didn't hate him so much.
"You really a-are prince charming," Naruto distraughtly said, remembering that he wasn't his prince charming.
Grunting in amusement, Sasuke kissed Naruto on the lips for the first time. Lungs emptying, eyes fluttering closed, Naruto silently enjoyed the softest, sweetest kiss he ever endured in his life. It wasn't dripping in lust or selfish gain. It was simple and comforting. Just what Naruto needed.
Feeling fingertips rub over his red hot cheeks into his rugged threads of amber eventually transfixed by consoling hands bracing his bare hips, he felt his sorrow melt away into a restful peacefulness. Relaxing his head onto Sasuke's chest, he succumbed to the bating darkness, pacified by the rhythm of Sasuke's heart.
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Awee, they kissed :D
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