Hello, there's something I need to share. In July 2011, after the updates of The Wedding Planner slowed down, I became sick. I was diagnosed with severe anemia. They wanted to hospitalize me but I refused. I tried to be normal but I really couldn't. I was not tired, I was fatigued. I could barely finish my school work, interact with my friends, hell, even make it to school on time. I transferred from a school in the Bronx, where I was being sexually harassed by several boys and girls. Stressed, I still tried to update. The school I currently attend, I absolutely HATE with the burning passion of a million hells. They threatened to fail me because I was a transfer student and "I wasn't there at the beginning of the school year." Soon after I was enrolled, I was diagnosed with depression combined with my ailing anemia. The chronic fatigue from both my illnesses was literally MURDERING my body. I sleep 12+ hours a day but I'm still exhausted. Yet, through about July 2011 to now, I still tried to update for you guys. This is not an invitation to my pity party. This is just a reminder that I am a real human being with REAL problems. Believe me, I'm not one of those authors who sit on their ass only to update when he/she feels like it. I'm one of those authors 'where circumstances alter cases'. I love to update and I try to update regularly but I AM SICK, mentally and physically. I am doing the best I can. I promise I will finish every single story I have started but please I need time so I can concentrate on my health, while maintaining these stories. With that said, please enjoy the 9th and most important chapter of Element =)
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Warning: This chapter contains explicit themes and displeasing content between two men! If you don't like it, please fuck the back button, then yourself. Okay? ^.^
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The cool sun gently shook Naruto awake under its embracing rays, directly influencing one blurry blue eye to canvass the area for any trace of movement. When nothing compensated his reservations, he grunted, mildly appreciative for another blessed day on Earth, despite yesterday's horrors. He didn't want the previous day to demolish the pleasure of today but it was hard to keep such an optimistic, well-rounded mindset after every abominable situation that arose.
Now, Naruto wasn't stupid. He knew everything happened for a reason. Harmful or pleasant, all that happened was meant for him, whether he wanted it or not. Everything happened for a reason. Just as Gaara was meant to be unfaithful, was just Sasuke was meant to break him the bad news.
He wasn't particularly angry about it as of now, just slightly shocked and oddly numb. He had spent more time last night examining faults within himself, not Gaara.
He was constantly pondering what made Gaara stray. Was it something he said? Or was it something he did? Was it just his likeness in general? He was replaying every moment, every memory trying to uncover what was the true reason for Gaara's unmistakable infidelity. Even after all the thinking, he still couldn't pinpoint where they went wrong. Maybe the answer was under his nose and he hadn't noticed it the entire time. Maybe that was why nothing lasted. He had the wool pulled over his eyes and he couldn't see the splinters piercing their special union.
As he came into contact with the placid skin of the accompanying Uchiha, his heart madly fluttered like a newborn butterfly. His previous troubles dispersed with a stalwart of solace when he touched the curve of his pertinent collar bone.
Infected by the contagious fragrance dusking the crook of Sasuke's milky neck, the dazed college student greedily accepted the scent. In the same breath, his conquering lips brushed the pulsing jugular, rousing the young gentlemen beside him from his restful sleep. Smirking with accomplishment, Naruto's hearing carted in the low mumble of Sasuke's previously inactive throat. Though incomprehensible, the blond replied the recommended courtesy of 'good morning.'
Naruto rolled onto the safety of his pillow, confidence skyrocketing as the older man's toes curled into the heavyset duvet. Paying testimony to the finest beauty of the world and personally commemorating the mildly delightful expression plastering Sasuke's face, Naruto disclosed a hidden smile that defied the cavity in which he had abandoned it in. Slowly one grey eye smiled from beneath its lid, impeling Naruto to remove stray strands obscuring the ivory sculpture's visage, intimately kissing the corner of Sasuke's nose.
Grunting in approval, the dark haired man unwarrantedly explored his exposed midsection. Gasping in surprise, bowering into a surreally perfect universe, he scooted closer to the second heat source. Buckling into the morning warmth, Naruto unleashed a stirring sigh, enjoying Sasuke's embrace. As hands fell on the sinfully touchable skin, Sasuke miraculously mumbled something in kind, Naruto understood though it was only partially audible. "Morning."
When their eyes joined, Sasuke sensed the celestial blue eyes dim from the jackhammer of damaging memories.
He wanted to ask about the prevailing emotions he knew Naruto was currently dealing with. "How do you feel?" Sasuke muttered, rotating Naruto's flaxen hips onto his.
"Is that a trick question?" Naruto asked, cloaking his apparent disappointment.
"Do I look like a mime to you?" Sasuke asked, failing by answering a question with a question.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Naruto sheepishly smiled feeling the most comfortable than he had never been in his entire life. But there was no way in living hell that he could profess that. How silly would he sound? He and Gaara had come to a screeching halt last night he couldn't be admit to being so cozy to someone that he shouldn't be comfortable with. It wouldn't be right. Sakura was supposed to be the wonderful lover, the person that he took care of, cherished, loved…Not him.
It was too much… Like his world was slowly spinning… backward.
Sasuke kissed him…
Yes, the kiss was unexpected, but it was not in the least bit unwelcome. The kiss wasn't searching but certain, not sexual but affectionate. For someone that frequently received the short end of the stick in life and in romance, this was a confusing, rare surprise. He didn't really think Sasuke would try to soothe him with kisses, much less want to. And he certainly never anticipated Sasuke becoming a common consoler. At first glance, he'd written him off as a nuisance with an ulterior agenda. Now, the residue from his foul misconceptions smeared his mouth. Sasuke had clearly become much more than a botheration.
Because that was the type of kiss that altered the outcome of your future.
Though he preferred to shed the experience to avoid conflict, he couldn't just mentally obliterate such a valuable experience, eliminate such unforgettable feelings. He could be disposing of something priceless, a potential gem that you only unearth once in a lifetime. He didn't want to waste any more precious time. He wanted to behold the beauty of a bizarre pearl and finally gain a slim slice of happiness.
"If you want to die, you will." Sasuke grumbled, irritation molding his once lively tone.
Naruto laughed at his sudden mood change. "That wouldn't be such a bad idea."
The armor of Sasuke's phony aggravation vanished, substituted with an empathetic replacement. He slowly rode his knuckles down the curve of Naruto's plump cheeks, warping the hardship of the male's grisly humor. "Don't say that. Morbid talk doesn't suit you."
Slowly, Naruto's happiness terminated, substituted by a displaced frown that harmed the beautiful daisy. He attempted to explain his position, only to avoid confusion. "I didn't really mean that, I just feel crummy."
Sasuke half-smirked, his bedhead sexiness coming to light. "Crummy? Is that the vocabulary you've acquired in college?" He condescendingly asked.
In mild shock, Naruto slowly replied. "And you wonder why, I don't like you."
"Oh, please. You like me just fine."
"No, you mean, you like me just fine."
A space of hollow silence shortly adopted the idle chatter. As Sasuke's lips stilled with mild surprise, Naruto felt compelled to fill the emptiness. He quickly glanced at Sasuke's lips then focused back on his eyes. "About last night…"
"Don't," Sasuke began, "worry about it."
Feeling disarmed, Sasuke received a negative vibe from Naruto—rejection. He knew crossing any destructive boundary would have Naruto thinking he was an opportunist taking advantage of him.
Mentally stabbing himself in the heart, Sasuke proceeded. "It was impulse … It was stupid."
"Is the great Sasuke Uchiha apologizing?" Naruto theatrically gasped. "Should I duck to avoid the impeding lightening?" Naruto giggled but Sasuke could still see the traces of hurt embedded in his smile. Obviously, Gaara still encroached on every aspect on his life and he was going to for a long time. There were pictures, trinkets, special locations that would remind him of the time they shared together. Memories that would never fade.
He wished that there was something he could say or do to erase his pain and mend this misery, but there wasn't.
Time was the only healing agent he could wholeheartedly depend on. But even after a sizeable amount passed, Naruto would still love him. He always would, defying any events that transpired from this point on forth. Including future loves, emotions, accomplishments…
The real question was, was whether or not Sasuke was willing to accept that.
A question he wasn't able quite able to answer yet.
Only time would tell.
"Seriously, though." Naruto smiled, covering the hand Sasuke comforted on his cheek. "I didn't mind. It was," Naruto paused, thick with thought, "innocent. Mm, need I say satisfying?"
A wandering index finger led Naruto to the venture to what lied beneath Sasuke's shirt. "And…" His nails raked down Sasuke's prized abdominals, feeling them tense. "I wouldn't mind another one." Naruto lips shifted into a deviously delightful smile. "Y'know, just for good measure. I'm not really into flukes if y'know what I mean."
Being the more responsible adult… Sasuke did as he was told.
…
Throwing away all chance of a normal recovery, Naruto forced Sasuke to leave after they shared a kiss identical to last night's. Even though there was much more to be said, he didn't embark on the much needed conversation, though Sasuke insisted. His smile was as fake as a three dollar bill as he stood in the door frame. He broke down as soon as he shut the door.
It was beautiful morning but it didn't matter to Naruto. He couldn't feel the sunrays and he couldn't see the sunshine. The only thing that surrounded him was the pit of impenetrable darkness that pelted his prickling skin. He was so numb that he could barely feeling his body draw in the air around him, letting him know that he survived such a thing.
It was a spectacular Sunday morning… for a drink of Bailey's. He knew that Sasuke didn't like him drinking especially on emotional occasions but Sasuke wasn't here. And what he knew wouldn't hurt him.
He needed this. There was no way he could recover on his own,
The blond spent the remainder of the day revolving around the sequence of events until his head hurt and his heart ached. He was strongly tempted to call that cheating asshole and reconcile. But his pride wouldn't allow that. In place of the hurt, he inhaled every drop of alcohol his body would absorb.
I won't miss you. I won't miss you. I won't miss you. I fucking miss you right now, Naruto thought, staring at the box engraved with their initials at his knees.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, as he gulped more of his Bailey's. "I know exactly what to do with you, baby."
Flipping open the box, he stared at the enclosed pictures, coming in contact with the first one of them kissing at his 19th birthday party. He bitterly smiled, relocating the wooden craftsmanship to his Teflon bathtub, with the required accessories—his bottle, cigarettes, and a lighter. Kneeling on the side of the tub, he hummed as he scattered the pictures and generously disturbed the Bailey's across them.
Drunk, but efficiently holding his liquor, Naruto flicked his lighter on, connecting the flame to cinders of his pathetic life. Listlessly tossing the lighter into the tub with a flick of his wrist, he felt a strong flood of justification unleash as the blistering blues, reds, and yellows engulfed the physical proof of their romantic memories.
As ebony ashes, smoked the tub, fire lit the unique but burdened box.
A whirlpool of emotions separated from his body as he coldly used the flames to light his cig.
Smoke polluted the air, but Naruto didn't care. He just added smoke to the small bonfire below.
Rolling the comforting stick between his index and middle finger, he somberly whispered, "Guess this is goodbye—babe."
…
The blare of the blinding sun and the rich odor of the dead autumn leaves infiltrating Naruto's congesting torment, the mist of his cruel hangover murdering his image, decimating his state of being. Ignoring the obvious, Naruto locked his car and entered the university campus instantly taking notice to the masses of new, blooming love. Blue eyes carefully examined a sophomore lending his wool scarf to a young female nestled into the warmth of his arm. A new breed of kindness accumulated as a handsome boy passed a heated beverage to a smaller, delicate female that somehow resembled his best friend. She smiled and profusely thanked him once verbally then again with a kiss on the cheek, then his lips.
Pasting his many pieces of his shattered existence in a tattered, unorganized mess, he strode through the medieval reminiscent chamber doors, scurrying to his 8:30 a.m. Communications class.
He thought it would be different. It wasn't. The feeling circulated around him was the same as it was in high school. Once again, he was the loser nobody wanted. The person that was snickered at in the hallways, tripped in gym, pranked in ceramics. A 'somebody' that everyone called 'the nobody.'
He thought he'd moved past this stage of loneliness but he was wrong. Truth is, he'd never left.
After he'd met Gaara, it was like they automatically had this odd understanding—like they clicked. Gaara invited him to numerous functions, courting him harder and harder each time. After a matter of months, Naruto caved and agreed to date him, no promises. Even though he labeled this 'something' a pastime, he found himself falling harder than a skydiver. Their deep late night conversations swelled his heart and his mind-blowing compliments expanded his ego, and time the spent with one another made him feel important.
He was on cloud nine, no doubt.
So high above the horizon, he fell to the concrete with a splat.
If he had known, Gaara would have been sitting on the curb long ago.
Who was he kidding? He was a joke. His first serious relationship and he was cheated on. What kind of accomplishment was that? None at all.
Gaara claimed to love him but it was all a lie—actually a sick joke.
Why—how could you do this to someone who you cared about? You couldn't.
This must have been bigger than him. This must have been about proving to Neji that he had 'moved on without him.'
He was a trophy, a display of perseverance and romantic resilience, not a symbol of love or friendship.
Gaara had almost changed his opinion about himself but he knew he would always be right. He was nothing. To anybody. No one would truly love him.
They only wanted to use and abuse him but never give him the amount of affection he craved.
He wasn't as lucky as some people, such as Sakura. She could have anyone she wanted with hardly any effort. All she had to do was bat her eyelashes twice, beckon them with a finger, and they were literally her love slave. He wasn't surprised if she played the same trick on Sasuke. He already seemed sprung on her relationship magic, which wasn't baffling considering she waited on him hand and foot, treating him like an aristocratic king.
He could tell when females were falling for their man. Sakura displayed every symptom.
He wanted to run into her arms, cry and never stop but he couldn't. She was finally happy with her life and he didn't want to selfishly impart his depressing relationship drama on her. He could deal with the fallout on his own. He had a million times before and this time wouldn't be any different.
Class was dismissed and he didn't hear a word of what the teacher assigned the class for the week. Guessed that's what he deserved for focusing on his relationship instead of his school work.
He'd just have to try to compensate in the succeeding class. Walking in the hallway near the education department, waiting for his friend Kiba to arrive, he unfortunately was greeted by wild green eyes. Heart stopping, he sighed at the coincidence that Gaara would be nearby so soon. As he expected, the man dashed to his side, instantly trying to rehash the unsaid words he had spent the entire weekend formulating in his head.
"Naruto, we need to talk." Shortly after the somber statement, he acknowledged he caused the dark circles surrounding his eyes and the heartbreak pouring over his slumped posture. Not neglecting fault, he wanted to accept any opportunity he could to mend the rift he created. This was his chance and he was intent on taking it.
"Seriously," Gaara added after Naruto disregarded his statement, only blankly staring at him.
Flat against the cemented wall, Naruto's regularly merry river cerulean eyes, squared with detestation. Skin washing a radish red and ligaments shivering with a painstaking level of betrayal, Naruto glanced into the whirlpool of evil long enough to stress his point. "We have nothing to talk about… We've over, done, finished, finito. Get it? Or do you need me to put it in fucking writing?"
Gaara rapidly became surprised by the grid lock of progress. Was Naruto really willing to throw away everything just because of a mistake? They had been together for so long, been through so much. Regardless, Naruto didn't seem to give a fuck.
"Neji means nothing to me—I swear." Gaara promised with the familiar glint of unquestionable truthfulness that Naruto almost trusted. If he didn't know that he frequently lied through his teeth, he might have believed him.
Naruto smiled. "That was good! You were almost believable that time. Keep it up, maybe the next person will be fooled." Naruto shook his head. "But I won't."
Though Naruto was tempted to hug Gaara, kiss him and tell him that everything would be okay, he knew it wouldn't be real. He would only be hurting himself by pretending he would happy with someone who wasn't satisfied with just him.
Spotting Kiba hustle through the lackadaisical college attendees, Naruto knew it was time say goodbye. But Gaara had other plans in store.
"Naruto, I know we can get past this."
"Gaara, what part of 'I don't fucking want you,' do you not comprehend? How about this? I want you to get the fuck out of my face!" Naruto hollered among the student's loud hallway twittering. Even with regard to the volume, no one seemed to mind, considering one, it was Naruto and two, the students enrolled constantly here entertained disagreements. "Is that clear enough, or should I repeat myself?" When Naruto condescendingly cocked his head, Gaara glared with repugnance.
Kiba arrived staring at the hostile standoff between the former lovers. As he curbed his curiosity, he resisted asking why the irked redhead only snorted and continued on his path without rebuttal.
The short blond stuck his fingers into his blond bushel of hair, sullenly peeking at Kiba. The dark haired boy nearly choked at Naruto's gruff appearance. Finding the final straw, Kiba asked, "What the hell is going on?"
…
Kiba first came into contact with Naruto in their Honors English course somewhat on a technicality. He accidentally mispronounced his last name when speaking to him, nearly spurring a fight in the lecture hall. They were unexpectedly separated, not negatively punished but "coincidently" placed as partners for the project. The moaned, whined, and complained but the English professor didn't give a rat's ass. If they decided not to cooperate on the assignment, their grades would be docked by at least a letter grade. Neither of them were willing to bear the consequences on their grade, so they agreed to evenly divide the work and provide their portion of creativity for the visual aid.
Spending an entire week together, they formulated a strange bond. Naruto was smart, with a twist dry humor, and a splash of serious articulacy. Kiba was surprised to say the least. He didn't expect Naruto to be so likeable, in respect to his coarse exterior.
He was the person everyone should know. Shamefully, he hid his colorful personality from the eyes of the world for some undisclosed reason. Whatever it was, it was a poor excuse to Kiba.
When the deadline snuck up on them, they were prepared. They fearlessly presented the Religious and Practical Theories of the Enlightenment, impressing the student body and drenching the teacher with new knowledge. Inevitably, they received the A plus they were striving for.
It was an unexpected way to meet but a meeting nonetheless. Something Kiba would never retract in a million years. Naruto was his right lung, and he was Naruto's left.
Freshman and sophomore year they were best friends until Naruto met Gaara. He had a bad feeling about the guy from the start but Naruto seemed to really like him. However he was right after Naruto became his troubles. He occasionally drank with minor drug use but after he became involved that parasite, he adopted a negative reputation for his drug use, even explicit rumors of sexual promiscuity. It made his stomach twist to hear such stories about his friend. With Naruto's acceptance fading, he attempted to predict the exclusive fluctuation of carriage, but it never came. Aside from the reduction on his dependency, he was relatively normal during his gravitation towards Gaara.
Merely a ghost of the Naruto he once knew, he slowly was demoted to an acquaintance, making Gaara top priority. Once in happily romantic relationship, he assumed Naruto was falling from grace like he warned him he would.
Isolated in the healthy green field, without a third soul in company, Kiba was sorely irritated that Naruto refused to share his story of sadness instead decided to stifle his middle with his thin, wirey arms.
Feeling a strong muscle tick attack his eyebrow, his snapped as his patience's expiration date was reached. "Since when did I become your stupid cuddle bear?" Kiba asked, looking at the male coiled around his waist. Naruto agitatedly glanced up from his fixed position against Kiba's ribs.
"I have no idea when you became stupid," Naruto grumbled, "Only God knows that."
Kiba punched Naruto on the top of his head, a small sound of surrender coming about. "Fucking brat!"
"Leave me alone! I'm not bothering you!" Naruto yelled.
"Right, you're only choking out the only available oxygen in my body! Not a problem—at all!"
"Deal with it! It's what I pay you for!" Naruto explained.
Kiba scowled. "You don't pay me!"
"Yes, I do—in happiness. A unit that can't be measured." Naruto nodded in affirmation.
"You corny little—!" Kiba violently said, firmly stationing his hands around Naruto's neck.
"Okay, I'll leave you alone now!"
…
With limited solution to his heartbreak, he turned on The Notebook and huddled with his sofa pillow in the living room. He raced home in record time like it was competition. He physically attended both his classes and also eluded telling Kiba the embarrassing news about him and his shit faced ex. He just wanted to be alone, hide his phone, and emotionally self-destruct by himself.
With the lamps dimmed, cellphone tucked away in the couch cushion, he instantly shrunk, eyes focused on the mushy love occurring on his flat screen.
He wished he could have something like that again, but real.
Sighing, he jumped at the disturbing knock at the door.
"The fuck…" Naruto muttered, angrily throwing the pillow across the room.
With reduced visibility, Naruto tripped in the foyer over his new sneakers. Cursing fluently, he jerked the door open, planning to attribute his near death experience to individual on the other side of that door.
"What do you wa—" Naruto was interrupted a handsome face that often clouded his dreams and frequently plagued his sweet fantasies. His thoughts ceased and his joints suspended in lieu of the body pinned at his door. Anxious with a splint of sadness, Naruto traced those magnificent grey eyes with his shadowy denim blue spheres. A swift motion of a kiss to the forehead intercepted any form of greeting. Melting at the warmheartedness, Naruto's throat clogged with sorrow.
He kept kissing him like he was his special someone but he wasn't. So why did he keep doing that?
Soft finger pads contacted his cheeks as Sasuke asked the question, "Are you okay?"
Sasuke pulled away his lips and inspected his cute friend's expression, concerned.
Naruto nodded, disregarding that his face told a different story.
Sasuke figured he would deceive him about his mental condition, so he offered a hefty brown paper bag.
Naruto accepted it, mouth gaping. "What's this?"
"Break-up kit. Chocolate, ramen, Cheetos, hot Cheetos, starburst, sour skittles, and plenty of ice cream," Sasuke said with a supportive smile.
He felt his eyes water and his face flush with sadness.
"At work today, I was thinking you would need it."
He was relatively speechless. Sasuke was thinking about him today. Was he that important to him that he went to the trouble of buying him comfort food?
Naruto eyes shared the indebted sentiment, welling with infallible trust. As he sadly smiled, he permitted his fingers to powerfully grasp the brown paper. "Thank you so much."
"No problem," Sasuke said, as they united on the sofa cushions.
Placing the bag down, he crawled into Sasuke's lap like an abandoned child. He smiled when Sasuke instinctively held him, like it was his sworn duty from birth. Putting his head delicately on Sasuke's shoulder, he sighed. Finally, his apartment was home.
"You break up with him?"
"Yeah… He was a fucking dick about it. Naruto I love you. I can explain… Absolute bullshit." Naruto mocked, snorting at the memory.
Enjoying the experience of Naruto's weight encompassing him, he tucked his head in the junction between Naruto's neck and shoulder, breathing in his distinct scent. "I can only imagine," Sasuke ironically pictured Gaara begging and pleading, sounding just like the slimy underbelly he was. Naruto probably refused him then punched the shit out of him. Yeah, that's how it must have happened.
"Yeah, I can't say I didn't dodge a fucking bullet there."
Naruto closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Sasuke's neck, sinking into the accepting male.
"I can't say you're wrong," Sasuke agreed.
"Mhm." A fluent silence engulfed the room in full force sending the two men into the case of thoughtful gauges.
"Did you know that you know more about me than anyone else does?" Naruto mumbled.
Sasuke rubbed circles on Naruto's back. "Yeah?" The movie played quietly in the background filling in the quiet space.
"Unbelievable, Unbelievable," Noah said, pulseless.
"Yeah," Naruto muttered.
"Why do I know so much about you?"
"Because… There's something about you… that… I can't explain." Naruto sighed, frustrated. "I just feel like I can tell you anything…Is that weird?"
"No," Sasuke said quietly. "There are just some people in this world that you're bound to have a special connection with."
"So in a weird way, we're like…soulmates?" Naruto hesitantly asked Sasuke, fearing the man's reaction.
"I think so," Sasuke inherently said with a bloat of merriment.
Naruto chuckled in return. "It's not a bad thing. People almost never end up their soulmate anyway."
Sasuke mutedly felt his heart survive a negative tingle at the comment. Because it was true. This concept lied in music tracks, movie plots, and book story lines, often conditioning every generation of society to think that heartache was a normal part of "growing up." Your first love usually didn't mean that it was your last love. It had Sasuke thinking, did Naruto lose hope in love after Gaara?
"What's Neji to you?" Naruto sat up, disassociating himself with Sasuke, justifiably curious. "How did you even know about Gaara and the whole cheating thing anyhow? Did he tell you?" Naruto torridly asked, the suspicions raising his temperature. "Did you date him too?"
"Hold your fucking horses," Sasuke lifted his hand. "I've never dated him. For the record, I've never dated any guy. He's just a friend that was opening up to me about his problems. Gaara happened to be included in his problems."
Naruto calmed down, whispering. "He told you about me?"
"Just that you were with Gaara," Sasuke said omitting the 'slut' opinion.
"Did he casually mention that he was sleeping with Gaara?"
"No, it wasn't casual. It was troubling him because he was once with Gaara too."
Naruto rolled his eyes. "Boo-fucking-hoo, let's all cry for the fucking slut. If he was so broken over him, then he shouldn't have been sleeping with him."
"C'mon, no need to be so bitter." The Uchiha kissed Naruto on the cheek dearly, reckoning the irony that Naruto and Neji thought either was a slut. Although it was rather juvenile, he didn't bother taking sides or reprimanding them. He didn't know enough about their sexual history to pass judgment on their accused promiscuity. They were his friends; he didn't really want to think about their pliability.
"No," Naruto stingily said, pouting haughtily.
"You can never get over him if you harbor all this hate for them."
Naruto glanced at Sasuke, loosening some.
"Tell you what," Sasuke touched Naruto's soft waist—fingers comfortable, traveling to the small of his back. "Want revenge?"
"Who wouldn't?" Naruto said softly.
Sasuke smirked. "Then move on and live your life to the fullest. Show him that you're still surviving without him."
Naruto remembered the melting ice cream but didn't care. He hugged Sasuke, happily smiling when Sasuke returned the gesture. The Uchiha tightened the embrace, remaining there for an indefinite amount of time.
…
"Come in!" Naruto called from the kitchen's midpoint, disgorging the glass of rum and quickly putting it on the counter, cursing that he didn't have time to rinse it out. Assuring himself that it was stark empty, Naruto flew into Sasuke, quickly saying hello then tunneling into his sofa.
"Hey, what's up?" Sasuke asked, noting that Naruto jerkily picked up his cellphone and started surfing.
Raising a brow, Sasuke bypassed him and went straight into the kitchen. He was starving. His boss didn't permit eating during the first shift today, he hadn't eaten all day. The team he worked with was given a personal break but it usually consisted of data input completion and cramped law meetings. He barely even got to blink, let alone ingest a drop of water in the past eight hours. Fantasizing about the sight of food, but much too lazy to stop for a quick meal, he just raced here, intending on purging Naruto's abundant leftovers.
He twisted to the dish rack for a clean glass when he regarded the stray Brandy shifter glass with a strange glance. Assuming it was recently used because of the liquid garnishing the freshly wet inner ridges, he lifted the glass, sniffing the strong scent barreling around. Relatively repulsed, he put it back down, checking to see if Naruto was still messing around on his phone. He confirmed it before opening the cupboard to a staggering sight of various arrangements of…alcohol.
Sasuke shivered with rampant furor—glaring at the back at the garden of unsuspecting daisies idling on the couch.
The verification dawned on him with dark fluidity: Naruto wasn't a strong, occasional drinker, he was an alcoholic.
"Naruto?"
"Yeah?" He answered, clearly distracted.
"Where do you keep the garbage bags?"
Naruto scrunched his face, perplexed. "Under the sink?"
In matter of seconds, he heard bag flapping then an earthshattering crash that resembled the sound of glass.
Naruto spun to the disturbance, nearly flipping over the couch. "What the hell are you doing!?"
A similar crash occurred, offsetting Sasuke's response, "Throwing out garbage."
Headlining the area, Naruto viewed from the sidelines the horror of Sasuke tossing out all his bottles.
"Those aren't yours to throw away, you fucking dick! Stop touching my shit!" Naruto hollered, his harshness insinuating he could paralyze an entire country with a lethal poison. He was so riled, he felt blood pump behind his eye sockets and his hands clam with hot sweat. Who the hell did Sasuke think he was touching his things, much less disposing of them?
The cold hardened expression molded on Sasuke's face tempted a forthcoming violent urge from the smaller man. He wanted to pounce, destroy, tear, hurt, decimate… Make Sasuke feel like exactly how he felt.
Violated.
"Fucking make me," Sasuke snarled, reaching for the neck of another offending bottle. "I don't why the fuck you would think it would be okay to just drink your goddamn life away when you're so young—"
"Because I'm LONELY and that's what LONELY people do, Sasuke! They drink!" His swollen red lips flittered scrupulously as he blinked back a barrage of tears. Feeling an epitome emerge to the surface of his skin, he still struggled to bare the fruits of the inner mayhem, struggling to breathe. He didn't want to say any of these things but at this rate, he didn't really know how to stop himself.
Sasuke's eyes widened to the size of the moon, surprised by the sudden outburst.
"I've always b-been alone. You don't know what it's like!" Naruto sobbed. "My life isn't as great as yours…"
Naruto covered his face. "Not even a junkie like Gaara wanted me—"
Sasuke dropped everything and sped to Naruto's side, propelling his arms around the crumbling man.
He was aware his upbringing was rather exceptional. During his younger years, he got love from his mother and father while they continually providing his needs abundantly. In elementary school, he was considered a genius, finishing all his work and with all exemplary marks. Middle school hadn't been any different and it was no secret his high school years were uneventfully idyllic. He was socially accepted, leaving the chance of drama to a minimum. His high marks banished the difficulty of getting into a prestigiously recognized university. After he was enrolled, again, his life was uneventfully idyllic. College life was a breeze academically. He impressed his professors and landed at the top 10% of his class as expected. Socially, again, he climbed to the top of the latter, attracting all walks of life. At the time, he dated a few women but unsuccessfully found anyone that really stuck… He too had suffered disappoints and mutual disagreements to the field of love but never to the extent that Naruto had. To the distraught beauty, it seemed like his life was painted in gold in comparison, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Contrary to Naruto's train of thought, his life wasn't layered in roses.
"Get off me—" Naruto growled; refusing the kind gesture. Unfortunately Sasuke wasn't surrendering so easily. He tightly cramped Naruto's shoulders together and buried the blond's nose into his chest. He could feel his heart wrestling in his chest as Naruto trembled, his tears labeling his recondite sadness. His self-confidence was demolished and it needed urgent replenishing. He wanted to help him, heal him and rehabilitate him into the beautiful star he knew he could be. He needed so much more than Sakura did.
"Naruto, you're not alone… You have Sakura," Sasuke compassionately whispered, "And you know, you have me."
Naruto seemed to quell as he clutched the back of Sasuke's black leather jacket, his tears hastening down his face like Niagara Falls. "P-promise?"
"Promise," Sasuke muttered into his hair, his arms crippling immobilized joints, trapping him a tight pocket of his effervescent warmth.
Naruto leaned in further, wanting Sasuke to never let go as long as they lived. Because if he didn't, he would fall apart. And this, seemed to be last thing holding him together.
Slowly, Sasuke pulled him out to examine him. With his thumbs, he dabbed the tears from the beautifully red cheeks as his eyes plugged into the insecure beryl eyes.
Sasuke knew it was a sensitive subject, but he wanted to explore the well-seasoned pain Naruto was experiencing. Did Naruto have bad parents? Other failed relationships? A difficult time in high school? He wanted to know. He had to know. Now. "Do want to discu—"
"No." Naruto feebly smiled, catching a whiff of Sasuke's unyielding curiosity. He grabbed his middle and forefinger affectionately. "Just stay. Here. With me."
…
In the span of four days, Sasuke and Naruto found their natural rhythm again. Normal. They connected through porn once again, pretending that this was normal.
"Yeah babe, right there. Right there!" The woman passionately screamed as the man heartily thrust into her, grunting all the while. Her eyes connected with his as he jerkily slammed into her.
"You gonna cum baby?" She asked, using her toned legs to pull him further into her ofrice.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuckin' cum in that pussy," He groaned, grasping her hips with a death grip.
"Yeah, you gonna cum in this tight pussy? She asked, flat on her back surgically enhanced breasts jiggling, fingernails raking his chest.
"Fuck yeah!" Suddenly after the concurrent statement, he frothed against her, a feral growl indicating the arrival of his painfully strong climax.
"Yeah, baby. Gimme that sweet juice…" She moaned and just as commanded, the co-star's essence leaked out as he continually pumped in and out, milking the orgasm for all it was worth.
"Oh G-god, I'm still c-cumming!"
Sasuke uneasily peeked at the complacently placed caramel calves straddling his thighs, fascinated by how unfazed Naruto was by the lewdness. He was over here literally, breaking into a sweat while the blond was here head propped on the chair's arm, watching it like it was Sesame Street's newest episode. He assumed he was used to hard core porn but he could be wrong. Naruto could just be accustomed to sex in general.
"Push it out," The man crooned as he touched her hard clitoris.
She did just that, to the pleasure of the adult actor and the cameraman.
"Yeah, that's a lotta cum, baby."
Sasuke closely inspected the ribbon blue eyes, focusing on his salmon colored lips, and the tight little body to match.
He readily molded over relieving his tortuously hard erection inside of Naruto's willing body—depositing all he had to offer, which was probably more than that actor held in his reservoirs.
Not comprehending what his body was doing, he climbed on top of Naruto, hands venturing to the waist line of his jeans, tugging suggestively.
Calm, Naruto shifted to accommodate the new position, a twinkle of hope sparking in his dilated pupils. Slowly he ran his fingers through Sasuke's hair, breathing out a slight moan. "What are you gonna do to me?"
The horizontal radiance fleshing out the dim room, boosted Sasuke and Naruto's sex drive at a perilous rate. Cunningly, Naruto's palm roamed over Sasuke's belt loop, subsequently gripping his inflated crotch encouraging him to make the first move like a gentleman should.
Sasuke's eyes widened as he stared into the wickedly seductive features, mentally drafting the imminent betrayal that was going to occur in Naruto's quiet little apartment if he didn't leave, immediately. With a dash of bravery, he flew into his sneakers, practically twisted off the doorknob prior to sprinting to his car.
"Wow, how to lose a guy in 10 seconds featuring Naruto Uzumaki!" He sighed, however he wasn't offended. He knew that Sasuke wasn't going to go through with it. He was dating his best friend. There was no way he would prefer his body to Sakura's. Sadly, Naruto thought he was just an awfully curious fellow looking for a bone.
A big, juicy one.
…
"Baby!" Sakura yelped like a madman as she threw her arms around Naruto's neck. She quickly stepped back, holding Naruto out to look at him. Her grizzly change expression instilled fear in Naruto. "If you ever returned any of fucking text message indicating to me that your ass was home, I would have brought you goddamn present! Idiot!"
She clobbered Naruto in the forehead. Crying out in pain, Naruto shielded his skull from further attacks.
Her hips supported her warring knuckles on her hips. "It's in my room and when I good and ready we will go and retrieve it."
Naruto hovered in the doorway of the kitchen, pouting. Why did she always feel the right to needlessly abuse him?
The reason he never answered any of his text messages that night was because… he was in Sasuke's arms that night.
Squirming beneath the pressure of his lies, his eye contact deviated from her sturdy jade eyes. "Um, sure."
She sighed, knowing that she couldn't be mad at Naruto for long. "Did you at least enjoy your birthday, my love?" Her green treasures softened, as she captured Naruto's cheek.
The question was an injection of morphine. "Yeah... One of the best I've ever had," He shakily lied, a smile rattling his wounded spirit. He never really told Sakura about Gaara. He was positive she would hate him and advocate for his removal from his life, effective immediately. Even though he loved Sakura unconditionally, he didn't want anyone selecting who he did and didn't date.
"Really?" She smiled.
"Yes," Naruto assured, with a—fake—wide grin.
"That's excellent. Did Sasuke at least tell you happy birthday?"
"Yeah… Um, he did."
Sakura laughed. "Wow, you must talk to him more than I do."
Naruto nervously smiled. "Heh… Why do you say that?"
"Because. He just seems closer to you than he does to me, sometimes."
Feeling a bitter flavoring march into his mouth, Naruto willed himself to dismiss the insecure assumption.
"I don't mean anything by it. It's just an observation."
So she said, but he knew beneath her spikey scales there was a jealousy burning hotter than the flames of hell.
"I don't think it's a legitimate observation but okay…" Naruto raised an eyebrow, knowing damn well that she was telling the truth. He and Sasuke were unnaturally close. For God sakes they had kissed… on the lips, then later in the week, they were awfully close to having sex. Even though Sasuke was with Sakura, they still felt this impulse this carryon this illicit affair. Naturally they knew cheating was wrong, but somehow he didn't feel wrong until they were confronted with Sakura.
Like now.
…
Balled in his shaggy blanket, Naruto frowned severely troubled. He was actively considering toning down the relationship he shared with Sasuke but he was deathly confused. So many boundaries were shattered that he didn't what was acceptable and what wasn't. He could restrict the limitations. Friendship was tolerable, which meant strictly hugging—sometimes—spending time together, and sharing feelings. But no kissing, undressing, touching, and no sleeping together at night.
It was going to be hard. The two kisses Sasuke had dealt him were dressed in emotion and breathing with life. He wanted more. He had to have more…
My milkshake brings all the boys into to the yard and they're like—
Naruto bounced with the felicity at his counselors' phone call. Finally, he would find out about his early graduation prospects. His happiness depended on ability to graduate from this hell hole before all of his judgmental peers. If he got the chance, he would leave without a second look back. As he gathered his things, he ran to his car to find out if his dream would come true.
…
How the hell did things turn out like this?
He was expecting good news but as usual he was disappointed.
The irreplaceable shambles were beginning to slice his fingers.
Sobbing with soft gasps for air, he fumbled for his cellphone, looking for someone to call—anyone but at the same time not just anyone.
Someone who knew nearly everything about him.
The one person he could actually rely on.
…
Sasuke was texting Sakura about something irrelevant to life. He surprised about lively she was today. Usually she was a one word commenter.
This weekend, her hours had been reduced by half because of café's employee orientation and training. He sent the next text with a small smirk, accepting he was admittedly engaged. Suddenly, an unforeseen notification rocked his phone, as the vibration struck his hand. Though off guard, he quickly answered the phone call and slapped the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
A strangled choke tore through the phone and Sasuke sat up, alarmed. "S-sas-keee."
"Naruto, where are you?"
"I-I'm at h-home."
"What happened? Why are you crying?"
"I w-went to g-go see my c-counselor and w-we were talking a-bout me graduating early and then…" Naruto appeared to get more panicked by talking about the situation. "She said she didn't know if that would be possible a-anym-more."
"What?" Sasuke's face constricted with anger. "Why not?"
"S-she said t-that the requirements for my major changed a-and she doesn't k-know if I meet the credit—r-re-quirements…"
Sasuke's ears prickled at the sobs. "Naruto," He muttered sincerely.
"P-please d-don't tell S-Sakura—I d-don't want her t-to worry."
Sasuke quizzically said nothing. "I won't tell her."
"T-thanks." Sasuke imagined his red cheeks, unhappy blues squinting with burning tears. The image cauterized his scorn for Naruto's depressive state. He was better when he was happy—smiling, playful.
"I'm coming over."
"N-no, I-I'll be fine. I j-just needed to t-talk to someone about it," Naruto tried to weakly convince, knowing that he couldn't have Sasuke seeing him in such an embarrassing state.
From this point forward, he just wanted to die quietly—alone.
Preferably without Sasuke at the forefront.
…
After a rowdy debate within himself, Sasuke decided to make an appearance at Naruto's apartment. Whether the little twerp wanted to admit it or not, he needed him.
Upon entering the apartment, Sasuke was smacked with a startling hatful.
Sasuke sighed. 'Woe is me.'
…
"I s-swear, m'fine. Why are you being such a tight ass?" Naruto exploded with laughter, stifling it with the heel of his hand.
Sasuke frowned at the intoxicated blond waggling about uselessly in the furniture. "It's not like I'm cutting myself or anything." Naruto held up wrists. "Seeeeeeee! Good, right?"
The older man glared at the childish figure, figuratively bashing in his head for not remembering that all alcoholics kept secret stashes.
He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Naruto, give me the bottle."
Naruto giggled again. "Why would do that? M'm not stupid, Suss." He toggled the drink into his lap, pouting at Sasuke.
"Sometimes, I wonder." Sasuke massaged his temples trying to break the headache rumbling in his nerves. He impulsively snatched the seaweed green bottle of Hennessey, securing it in his possession. He recapped it and held near to him, out of Naruto's reach.
"Susss, noooooo. Give it back… It's mine," Naruto whined, hovering over Sasuke's knees, a sorrowful frown coloring his beauty.
"No," Sasuke said, not budging.
Processing Sasuke's mean stare on the stance on his drinks, he intended to haggle. "What do I hafta do tah get it back?" He lazily slurred, nibbling his lip afterward. Climbing into Sasuke's lap, easing his hands onto Sasuke's tense shoulders, he made himself comfortable in the rather intimate position. Sasuke's eyes widened as he prepared to remove him from his person before temptation truly attacked his soul. Naruto sensed his opposition and quickly protested, grabbing Sasuke's forearms, holding him in place.
"Why do you keep fighting it, Susss?" He patiently asked.
Sasuke swallowed, feeling like he was sinking into Naruto's sinfully seductive smirk. "I already know how bad you want it," He foxily whispered, touching the outline of Sasuke's lips with the tips of his fingers.
Slowly exhaling, the dangerous blond reached with in breathing distance and smiled. "Why don't you just give in and… fuck me already?"
Even after the clear invitation, Sasuke still exuded a fair amount of indecisiveness. Naruto didn't have time for him to make up his mind so he made it for him. He wildly kissed him, assaulting him like hungry wolf. He plunged his tongue into Sasuke's mouth, probing the access he readily fantasized about gaining. He squished Sasuke's cheeks together, using his strength to make a statement. If Sasuke didn't take advantage of him right now, than wither he was stupid, or he was doing something wrong.
If he wasn't mistaken, he felt an arousal growing beneath the back of his thighs. He was happy with the reaction. At least, he knew now if Sasuke denied the opportunity it would be because of morals and boundaries, not because he didn't want to pound him into the mattress.
Until Sasuke made picked which side wanted to dabble on, Naruto would do everything in his power to convince him otherwise. Slightly grinding his hips into the older man's lap, he moaned, pressing his chest into the other man's. He lightly drug his fingers on the side of Sasuke's jaw, leaving tingling trails of warmth.
He felt his own cock raise at the ministrations. He wasn't ashamed. After all that had occurred lately with Gaara and his credit discrepancies, he just wanted a distraction. He had thought about going out and finding a nameless, person that he could use to make himself feel grounded again. However, as he sat with his bottle of Henny, he realized that that would do much more harm than good. This one night stand wouldn't care about him at all. By comparison, Sasuke would be a much more logical choice. He was always there for him when he needed it, giving him advice and comforting him. This would just be another time. Right? A simple one night stand If Sasuke was willing to be the one to temporarily shield him from all the pain he had been experiencing recently, then he would be eternally grateful.
Sasuke didn't know what to do. Here he was ensnared in a kiss that was much more intense and erotic than their first one, picking between joining in or pulling back. Making the choice for him, he assaulted him like a wild wolf, hungrily kissing the Uchiha, plowing his tongue into Sasuke's mouth, probing for the access he fantasized about gaining.
Sasuke commanded control of the aggressive blond, delving into the plunder of that sweet, soft mouth. Enjoying the change of heart, Naruto hooked his arms around Sasuke's neck as he raked his fingers against Naruto's sleek abdominal structure. Growling at the break Naruto took for air, he frantically grabbed Naruto's wrists. There was no way he was changing his mind—things had gotten far too deep.
Kiss bitten lips swelled a blushing red while molding the words, "Bedroom."
Following orders, Sasuke hoisted Naruto up by his ass, fastening Naruto's limp legs around his waist for security. The position didn't prevent them from animalistically kissing one another, biting lips, tongues joggling, saliva trading. They fumbled and tripped, making the process even more difficult.
When they eventually obtained their goal, coming in full range of the bed, Sasuke roughly dunked Naruto on the bed like a sack of potatoes. The small man only giggled in response, loving the man handling occurring.
Although Naruto's enthusiasm livened, Sasuke still stood at the footboard, staring at Naruto sensually stroke the sheets, his velvety lower back in full view. Was he really going to do this? Should he really do this? Yeah, he was rock hard but Naruto was half drunk. He hadn't imagined these circumstances in a million years, but these were the cards he was dealt.
Rehearsing the backlash from the mitigating factors in his head, his feet suddenly felt the urge to flee but he couldn't. Those amused indigo irises pinned him in place like a staple gun.
"There's no way we can play withhh you allll the way overrr there…" Naruto whispered sexily, "You haveeee to come closer, no?"
He leaned up, brushing stray hair from his face. "I don't bite." He shrugged carelessly, "Anymore…" Licking his lips, he clearly ate in the fine specimen ahead of him, a shiver of lust decorating his body.
In no time, Sasuke included himself on the bed, undressing the insistent little firecracker.
He stripped Naruto of his shirt, a reprehensible tear echoing as he threw it aside.
In the poorly lit room, Naruto's laugh was the only thing that was clear enough to be interpreted. Everything else would be left to the imagination, something he intended to use along with the combination of imagination along with another lovely organ, hopefully making for a glorious time.
Naruto pushed Sasuke down, running his hands down his titillating abs, undoing his troublesome belt. Completing the task, he stroked the hard, begging muscle behind Sasuke's constricting garments. "Oooo, you're so harddddd. Is that because of lil' ol' me?"
Sasuke hissed at the indirect contact, bucking into the warm palm, trying to get Naruto to press harder into his arousal.
Naruto smiled at the eagerness—accepting the opportunity to unzip Sasuke's jeans with his teeth.
Blinking wildly at Naruto's skills, he stilled, his lungs becoming temporarily incapacitated at the motion. Suddenly, Sasuke snapped out it, knowing that he didn't really have time to be impressed. Naruto was currently unleashing his pulsing cock from its cage, hazing his mental capacity. He couldn't concentrate, let alone marvel at the ability. He felt a parcel of air ghosting over his member, anticipation piling on his labored breathing. His eyes tightly shut in reaction of the tongue flicking over the bulbous cock head. The blond slowly pumped him, while suckling at the head, moaning into each movement. He slobbered on his needy pole, slicking copiously with his tongue. Feeling like he had adequately reached his goal, he pulled, admiring his acute handiwork.
"This is all for me?" Naruto sensually asked as Sasuke's chest heaved like a marathon runner. "I'm sooo lucky." Sasuke couldn't process a thought, making it impossible to reply as Naruto swallowed the length, the head interacting closely with his tonsils. He melodically hummed, slurping and nuzzling the base of his twitching cock.
"Urgh, fuck!" Sasuke grinded out, hips unintentionally bucking, fisting the head of blond hair violently. He feared that he was dealing with a pro that was only displaying some of his skills… He felt a dart of completion nearly explode but he firmly resisted the urge.
Ignoring the splash of emotion, Naruto proceeded to suckle Sasuke's thick muscle ravenously. Suddenly, he scaled back sighing in awe, pumping Sasuke to his full potential. "Mmm, you have a bbbbeautiful cock." He teased the underside of the member, his pink appendage granting special attention to the vein pulsating with need. "Can't wait to have it inside me," Naruto automatically gushed at the proposed sexual pleasure. "Mm, that should be wonderful."
Sasuke jerked at the ball of pressure condensing in his abdomen. Even though he felt the surge of pleasure about to burst, Naruto continued bobbing, cheeks hollowed, neck avid, eyes shut. Sasuke thrust himself upright, pulling Naruto up by the hair before the evitable occurred. "Enough—" Sasuke swapped places with the barely coherent blond, dominating him completely. "I don't want to melt in your mouth."
Naruto sloppily kissed Sasuke with a devious smile, hoping that Sasuke didn't mind that his mouth was just on his cock. "Anything you want sire."
Sasuke consciously tasted the beautiful creature instantly wanting more. He brutishly bit those pink petals, savoring the soft mewls fleeing from Naruto's throat. The sound of his enjoyments made him swirl with excitement. Naruto wanting more of him? It was a fate he could hardly handle.
He kissed Naruto deeply, his tongue skittering along the walls of Naruto's gums, sampling the mixture of alcohols leaping out of Naruto's saliva. He repeated the action three more times, knowing he couldn't practically get enough of the blond below him.
Naruto reciprocated—bracing the back of Sasuke's neck, blindly giving Sasuke as much as he wanted for as long as he wanted it. He judgment was clearly so impaired he obviously couldn't make sound decisions himself. He could barely defirient a coherent detail from the one that brain fogged brain had created in light of reality. He was so out of it, he wasn't even aware that Sasuke stripped him of his trousers. This was moving faster than expected, but he didn't try to stop it. This is what he wanted. Since about mid-September, he had been fantasizing about it during the day and dreaming about it in the night. Luckily, he didn't have to dream about it anymore. With the cuff of his jeans perusing off the cleft of his foot, he knew this transaction was a done deal.
Sasuke swiftly unbuttoned his casual flannel, haphazardly discarding of the apparel like it was trash. He separated from Naruto in order to remove his joint pants and boxers—then quickly roped in the beautiful disaster once again, proving to him that until this night, he had never truly been kissed before. Consuming Naruto's lips like a ravenous beast, forcing his tongue into Naruto's tavern, slithering against the other muscle inducing a great amount of pleasure wherever the appendage skittered. Saliva seeped through the corner of the blond's mouth, and dribbled down his chin as gasped for a parcel of air.
Sasuke seized Naruto's waist, perusing the tan wealth of beauty while still
Sasuke's callous covered every hotspot on the map—nipples, lips, Naruto's hot, throbbing cock. Naruto responded positively to the treatment even though he was new at pleasuring another man. He just touched Naruto in the way he would like to be touched. Directly and sensually.
This masterpiece made him feel complete in so many ways. The idea that Naruto was offering himself on a whim made him feel fortunate. The alcohol was just making his actions more pronounced than they were when he was sober. With that fact known, he didn't feel that he was taking advantage of the blond. They both knew that this was something that they had both always wanted. It didn't make sense to deny themselves of this attraction anymore. It had been pestering them for the past couple of months and they could barely keep their hands to themselves anymore. The best option would be getting over it and done with so they could get it out of their systems.
So he decided to do just that. Slowly pumping Naruto's hard arousal in his fist, he did his best to make sure he was enjoying this as much as he was.
Naruto breathily moaned, clawing at Sasuke's innocent back. That didn't stop him from continuing to stroking. He felt the slick substance drip from Naruto's urethra. He bit his lips and arched into Sasuke as the pleasure layered thickly in his body. As a result, Sasuke smirked knowing that Naruto must have been so horny it hurt.
In the midst of the hot passion on the mattress, Sasuke flipped the lamp switch, instantly spotting the tube of lube beside it. He made a grab for it, preparing for the foreseeable.
When Naruto realized that Sasuke had reached for the lube, his cloudy mind veered to condoms. To Naruto's surprise, when he reached but as he reached for the side furniture, Sasuke quickly wrestled his hand away, kissing him by way of distraction. He didn't really know what Naruto was doing but He wanted nothing to delay what he wanted, not even a second longer.
Naruto forgot what he had been looking for in the first place and didn't reach for it again.
Sasuke lubed himself up, massaging the engorged organ carefully, hissing throughout the process. Misty, blue eyes passionately watched him masturbate, sexily nipping his lips. Nothing was hotter than someone touching themselves in front of you. To better elaborate, nothing was hotter than Sasuke Uchiha touching himself in front of you. His firm balls dangling from his pelvis, slightly swaying because the pint of force he used on his thick, up-curved cock, channeled a new jolt through his liquidy joints. God, he so turned on, he thought that he was going to die from the sexual tension. Dick twitching, he couldn't deny that this in front of was too an art form.
Amply pumping, eyes leaving Naruto, Sasuke silently admitted to himself that he never desired so much in his entire life. Not a degree, not for money, and certainly not Sakura. He knew he wanted it—this one time. After this, he could never do this again. He would have to be satisfied with this one experience for the rest of his life, whether he liked it or not.
Accepting this, he spread Naruto legs apart and he willingly complied. He coated two fingers with lube admitting to himself that this was an experiment that he had the ability to ruin. He applied one digit to Naruto's tight hole, kneading the hot spot carefully trying to execute what little knowledge he had about preparing the male anatomy for intercourse. He studied Naruto's reaction which was more subtle than he expected. His hands were by his head, chest rapidly moving up and down, eyes closed. Sasuke guessed that he was trying to come to terms with the slight discomfort from his constant prodding. As he felt his confidence building, he gave himself the go ahead to press in deeper into Naruto, increasing the speed. He was going to check on Naruto's reaction but he didn't have to. The blond's loud undoubtedly moan reached his ears, in addition the toes on his left foot near his head visibly curling. He smirked, mentally patting himself on the back for his accuracy on what the heavenly little gland called the prostate. If Naruto could sound so pleasured, then he assumed the pain must have been subsiding. With that hit of information, Sasuke added another finger, expanding the motions into a slightly curved position, catering to the small gland once again. The smaller man instantly arched up into the ministrations, riding back on the fingers. His panted, breathing out erotically like one of the adult film actors they had watched. His cheeks were sprinkled with a delightful cranberry shade, plump lips agape, eyes closed tightly. 'So fucking beautiful,' Sasuke thought, curling the fingers up just to witness the pleasure ripple on Naruto's face. He mewled, fisting the silky sheets beside his head.
In the next heartbeat, Sasuke decided he had to fuck Naruto and he had to fuck Naruto, right now.
With that new bundle of information, he discontinued preparing Naruto, pulling the fingers away without a proper warning. Naruto whined, his hole winking for attention. Sasuke internally jumped with excitement. He didn't want Naruto to worry. He intended on filling him soon and with something much better—much bigger. He readied the sensitive male for what he ached for by his placing the head of his cock at Naruto's tight, pulsating entrance. He lifted his heavy eyes to Naruto's trusting, sparkling blue eyes—committing to them in a strange way.
Even though he was tempted to push himself in fully, he reframed from doing so. He investigated a little but more, pulling Naruto's puckered hole curiously. He couldn't help his apprehension. He was really going to do this, with Naruto. Now. He was drowned in his thoughts, not paying attention when he suddenly felt the familiar ring of muscle attempt to suck him like it had his innocent finger. Sasuke watched incensed with awe, breathing ceasing, hesitation present more than ever.
Naruto intuitively noticed the older man's uncertainty, understanding it but not condoning it. "C'mon, Sasuke, fuck me," He whispered, pressing back into the painfully hard muscle. "Don't be scared to fuck me…Until I don't know, math…" Naruto snorted, making the reference from Sasuke's comment from months ago come to light ironically. Kneeling here about do the unthinkable to the man he repeatedly claimed to hate, his mind was able to travel back to the statement that caused him violently overreact… Naruto truly was something else.
Be it strange, the poignant remark made Sasuke want to do this more than ever before. Without further coaching, Sasuke guided his cock into Naruto's impossibly hot, slick ofrice, taking what he thought was rightfully his.
As his air supply destabilized, heart thrashing, Sasuke didn't give Naruto time to adjust to the new intrusion. He selfishly pushed to the hilt, drowning in the mellifluousness of Naruto's wet hole, as he felt it compress around his cock.
He recognized that this was the most exhilarating sensation he'd ever felt in his life... And that this one occasion wouldn't be enough to satisfy his need for Naruto.
He already knew that he must have been clinically insane to not journey down this path sooner. He'd wanted it and Naruto'd wanted it, making it a logical decision. And this was the only way to alleviate the disguised tension they were both feeling. They were both stupid for trying to resist an urge that was so blaringly strong. They should have never let Sakura, or right or wrong or morals block them from what they truly wanted.
"Mmph," Naruto softly grunted, pushing Sasuke's chest, silently giving him a sign that his girth was stretching him too far, too quickly. But Sasuke was a sexual devil at this point, uncaring of Naruto's small wants. He conditioned himself to think that Naruto would eventually get used to his size as this session progressed. Resolute, he pushed the offending hand away and ignored Naruto's heavy breathing. He didn't move in fear that he wouldn't be able to handle the burst of pleasure that would surely follow. He carefully looked at Naruto, examining his concentrated features, wondering if he was troubled as he was.
He felt as if he would explode from another motion, a single touch. He knew he needed to get a hold of himself. He had to remember that he wasn't the only person that he had to be concerned about. He wanted to satisfy Naruto as well as himself. And he definitely couldn't do that if prematurely climaxed. He didn't
He'd never been so hard in his life but he knew he owed it Naruto to try much longer than a few seconds.
Glad that he finally came to that realization, he slowly pulled out to the tip and slowly pushed back into the deep heat, grunting at the intoxicating pleasure overpowering the nerve-wracking experience. "G-god, Naruto, you're sooo fucking tight…"
Naruto inwardly turned his knees against Sasuke's careful hips, shocked by how this was unbearably tense, hotly panting as Sasuke shallowly thrust once into him. "Fuck!" Naruto yelled, feeling the pleasure defeat the odd stretched feeling in his ass. Not by choice but by instinct, pulled Sasuke's bare ass closer, digging his nails into the skin, loving the sparks of heat jolting through his pelvis like a current of electricity. As Sasuke's pulsing dick sunk deeper into him. He weakly moaned, grinding his ass into Sasuke's hips, taking in as much of the man as he could. Shortly after, he prided on the quiet moan sounding from Sasuke's lips.
He thrusted again harder, perceiving that Naruto's burning gusto doubled his mounting desire. It definitely contagious he thought as he pushed into Naruto so deep, his hips were lifted clear off the bed. The unexpected movement excited the blond as moved his hands to Sasuke's hips, encouraging the break that ignited from Sasuke.
"Ah," he gasped as he came into his own, rolling his hips once onto the rigid cock. A wolfish Sasuke emerged, his energy generating into that of a feral, sexualized animal—snapping his hips forward twice, biting back the savage groans that threatened to escape. Naruto was less conservative about the matter, breathlessly moving in sync to Sasuke's calm but deliberate rhythm. He eagerly released Sasuke's hips as his fingers took a jaunt into Sasuke's inky hair, his juicy, moist lips grazing the shell of Sasuke's right ear, delicately. "You like that big boy?"
Sweat danced on the nape of Sasuke's neck, dampening his slick threads for hair as he developed an increased pace, fueled by Naruto's provocative words. Skin slapped together in a fury of passion, as Sasuke's nails dug into the base of Naruto's hips, leaving half mooned shaped scars as witness. The excited blond squealed at the beautiful concoction of pain and pleasure.
The bed sung a squeaky tune as Sasuke literally slammed into Naruto repeatedly, the desire mounting with every vicious thrust. Naruto was swept up in the addictive pleasure, as was his partner as their lips and teeth clashed like weather fronts. Sasuke plunged his tongue inside, swiping against Naruto's, hammering the compliant body. The responsive blond moaned, sweat tickling his blushing flesh as he compliantly thrust upward into Sasuke's cock—giving him as much as he was taking.
"You want this cock?" Sasuke seductively asked instructively as if asking something from the mentally unsound man. , eyes floating with hunger, tone vivid with lust.
"Y-yeah," Naruto whimpered with a loud gasp, knowing that was the only answer he could muster while he was swirled in dark pleasure.
"Tell me you want it. Fucking beg for it," Sasuke growled—slowing his thrusts nearly to a complete halt.
"I want that fucking cock!" Naruto snarled, webbing his hands around Sasuke's neck, his toes curling so tightly that the thought he might sprain the fine bones. Barely conceiving the euphoric feeling bursting inside him, he only felt his mouth helplessly burst with need. "Fuck me, h-harder. Please…"
Sasuke progressed with his previous pacing receiving adequate praise from Naruto as the beautiful man kissed him, biting at his lips with sweet tenderness. He drew in a bubble of air, savoring one more kiss before he finally pulled away. Fleetingly but deliberately Sasuke thought, how Gaara could let Naruto go? Better yet, give him a reason to leave?
Assclown must have been fucking retarded to let something this special take a walk. Then again, he didn't expect Gaara to realize what he had. People like him weren't accustom to perfection, nonetheless anything "good".
As his thoughts drifted The current object of his affection dug his head into the pillow and arched into the intense friction against his swollen prostate. Taking thorough note of that, Sasuke pounced at the opportunity to bite at his exposed neck. He sunk into the hot skin, sucking until he was certain the area was going to leave a mark from this event as the morning's memento. The area purpled like he wished—Naruto cried in pleasure, thereafter whispering, "Oh God…"
"I'm your God, now?" Sasuke asked, smirking against his neck—silently grooming his ego as he pushed in deeper than he had before.
Naruto dazedly smiled, slightly laughing at the pun.
"You my little porn star?" Sasuke asked, coaxingly licking the crook of Naruto's neck, teeth surging into his pulse.
"Mmm, yeah, I'm your little porn star…" Naruto moaned, shivering like an eskimo in Antarctica. Suddenly, as a specific thrust struck his prostate, Naruto felt himself falling off the precipice into a hot Nirvana. He impaled himself further sinking into deeper into the precious oblivion. His hot counterpart groaned at the enthusiasm, grabbing at the hips furiously. "here to do a-anything you want me to…"
Sasuke slammed into him hard.
"Mmm, fuck Sasuke! I'm gonna cum!" He shrieked exerting his lungs. Sasuke believed the claim when he felt Naruto's ass clench like a powerful vice. He shuddered, his head falling back into the protection of the sweat sheened shoulder.
He predicted hand shaped bruises on the unblemished skin as his nails pitted into the outskirts of his pelvis.
The instant pleasure and pain slung Naruto into a strong convulsion. A splatter of white semen exploded on both their stomachs as he screamed, his grasp on reality slipping, head spinning. He could barely handle the flurry of his strongest orgasm to date. He desperately clung to Sasuke, coiling his legs around Sasuke's active hips. He gradually died down from the delightful high, swallowing the knot in his throat.
The contractions in his slick hole pulsed around Sasuke, pulling him into the abyss.
"Mmm, you gonna cum, Sus?" Naruto breathily asked with pleasure-filled gasps, affectionately running his fingers through Sasuke's hair. Sasuke weakly nodded into Naruto's neck, choppily breathing.
He collapsed off the proverbial free-fall, releasing a burst of thick white liquid inside Naruto's accepting caves. He hissed, thrusting enough to milk every drop from beginning to end. Blinded by the dark spots of pleasure muddling his vision, he felt a spike in the pleasure when Naruto emitted a beautiful consenting sigh. A somber expel of air fled Sasuke as he felt the erratic rise and fall of Naruto's chest underneath him. Sasuke forced himself up, carefully pulling out of Naruto. A surge of semen followed behind his firmly erect cock, the fluid salaciously dripping out as the oversensitive hole winked back at him.
Sasuke swallowed hard, regarding the soft glow of the lamp on the blushing man, his unsatisfied grey eyes flying over Naruto's relaxed expression.
"Mm, it's soooo warm S'ske," Naruto observed, feeling Sasuke's cum drip out, soiling the sheets underneath. Obviously drunk but pleased, Naruto came face to face with Sasuke, slapping a wet one on him. He smiled, sporadically kneading Sasuke's throbbing erection. His hot breath radiated against Sasuke's lips—the stifling scent of Henny currently clogging his inhibitions—as his nose greeted the tip of Sasuke's, his lips desperately mumbled, "Again."
Naruto withdrew, his beaming gaze articulating: Once would never be enough for us.
Sasuke agreed, indulging fully in the irresistible blond—three times, allowing the morning break to take care of itself.
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BOOM!
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