Reunion: Side Sasuke
I hated the fact that I was here. I had a case to study, a surgery to prepare for and a million other things I could have done rather than be here at this stupid party. Downing a glass of whatever was being poured around, I moved into the throng of people. I needed that thrum of alcohol to get past tonight.
My friends from high school who I barely spoke to, were there. We nodded at each other and made small talk. I was not interested in them. No. I was all about the guy with the blue denim jacket that accentuated each broad shoulder, unkempt blond hair that I still imagined running my fingers through, jean clad long legs I've imagined kneeling between. Each inch of Uzumaki Naruto hidden under layers of clothing was doing nothing but fueling my lust.
His blue eyes seemed to be searching for someone. A certain pink-haired girl Naruto slobbered over in high school came to mind. I hate the idea. I hated it back then and I hate it equally now. They paused when they zeroed in on me. Acknowledgment, attention, awareness, it prickled inside me at the eye contact. He burned me with his gaze. But I know he hates me. That's all I was to him. An object of hate.
Seriously, what was I doing here?
Okay, so we didn't start off on the right foot. Then one day he leaned an arm over my head and asked me what my problem was, I'd had to swallow past the tight bundle of lust that was stiffening parts of me. And when he asked me if I knew who he was, it was there, where, I, Uchiha Sasuke, stood tongue-tied, taking in the smell oozing from his sweaty armpit. Of course I knew who he was. I was aware of him from the moment I saw him. And see him, I did. A lot. In class, in the gym, on the field, every-fucking-where. He caught my attention and held it tighter than an iron rope. In fact, I'm sure there was no one who noticed him as much as I did.
But at that critical moment to our possibilities, I'd denied knowing him. I didn't know why I did. If we'd started off as friends, this desperation I felt right now would have somehow found an outlet. I'm sure of it.
And tonight, seeing him in the flesh, even after keeping tabs on him all these years, was doing nothing but making me want to drag him to my room upstairs and let him hurt me in another way. I would take it all in. I'd taken ten years of our silence, I could take a lifetime more. At least, I'd have scratched this terrible itch, I felt all over my body at the sight of him.
I sighed, feeling terribly overdressed in my three-piece suit. I didn't even know what I was thinking when I got dressed. My sole focus tonight was on Naruto and the prospect of seeing him again. And now that I'd seen him, I wanted him. I craved him. Each time he lifted his hand, I imagined the smell of his sweat. It still gives me tingles as a memorabilia of that day when I grandly fucked shit up.
His eyes moved up and landed directly at me. Surprised blue eyes made me feel like I was electrocuted. My penis jerked in surprise. Thankfully, a horde of women who I remembered from a couple of classes together, walked up to me and began asking me questions. He looked at me and quickly looked away. But each time our eyes met, my cock reacted, just like it did back then.
The fantasies he forced me to build won't leave me alone and finally when I couldn't take it anymore, I excused myself and locked the toilet stall with the sole purpose of flushing out the temptation and pretending to at least be social. He would leave soon, anyway.
And to think I'd booked a room upstairs in the swanky hotel. And I'd prepared myself. I don't even know what I was being hopeful about.
Thinking about what I would do to Naruto in that hotel suite came into my head. My boner showed no signs of going down. Frustrated, I relented and decided to rub one out. I've had practice from my high school days. Days when we tumbled together against walls and floors, punching the daylights out of each other. Violently touching him was the only pleasure I allowed myself and more than the softness of his hair or his cheeks, I'd learnt the roughness of Naruto's palms, of his hard planes and soft ridges.
But tonight, I'd have traced and learnt and memorized every inch of his skin. With my hands, with my mouth, my teeth. I'd have licked his armpit before suckling on a tiny brown nipple. I've seen them, standing taut when he walked out of the shower room, running a hand through his hair. They teased me, taunted me. They made me want to do nothing but march up to him and lick the taut buds then draw them in my mouth. My mouth watered at the thought of the little peaks in my mouth.
His erection was something I could only rely on my imagination for, though. I never saw it. The outline of his flaccid penis, sure. But never hard. And I'd probably never see it. But it didn't deter me from imagining his length, his girth, the shape of it, the smell of it or the feel of it. Thinking about it set a dollop of precum free as when it ran down my length. A wet squelching sound echoed in the bathroom stalls. But I was too far gone. I imagined his hand on my shaft. Working me the way I liked it. The wet sounds gave way to other actions that begged synonymous sounds. Him pushing into me and taking me.
I'd happily give him every inch of me. I'd never bottomed because I've never wanted to bend over for anyone. Anyone but him. And it annoyed me, vexed me, seduced me. I imagined the feel of his hands on me. His mouth. His hot breath. My hand worked faster until finally I felt my balls rising, the cum flowing through.
Naruto. Naruto. Naruto. Naruto. Naruto. Naruto. Naruto. My brain chanted this as a feverish mantra before I exploded.
"Ngh, Naruto."
It took me a complete minute to recover from my high. And when I did, it was to only realize the weight of my actions in a place like this. My only saving grace was that no one was there.
What the hell am I doing?
Once done, guilt punched me in the gut, the feeling of contrition refusing to go, making me wipe myself savagely before flushing and getting out.
I took two steps to move to the sink when the door next to the stall I'd previously occupied opened and Uzumaki Naruto strode out with purposeful steps.
He'd heard me. He was here!
Shame, guilt, anger, and want, warred inside me at the sight of him. But before I could react, Naruto grabbed my hand, pushed me into the stall next to me and closed the door. I was not even allowed a second to react before I was pushed against the back of the door and his mouth swept down. He kissed me angrily, possessively, wantonly, and so desperately that I had no choice but to give into what he demanded of me. It changed when I opened my mouth under his assault. His tongue demanded entry when he banged my head against the door. His hands feverishly worked their way under the immaculate three-piece suit I'd chosen. His fingers tugged ruggedly at my nipples, tweaking them mercilessly when he turned and bit my neck.
Neither of us spoke. I was too far gone with getting what I've always wanted. And the confined space allowed little freedom. "I have a room upstairs," I managed in a small whisper. My hands squeezed around his waist, every inch of me honestly responding to his ministrations, wiping out every other thought.
Naruto's blue eyes, darker and more intense than I'd ever seen them, landed on me when he straightened. He carefully adjusted my boner, smoothened my clothes, tucked in my shirt, and buttoned up my blazer. Then he looked at me, pure heat in his eyes when he unlatched the door.
"Lead the way," he ordered.
I didn't waste a second.
Naruto stopped to pick up his phone and I only had enough time to unlock the door and remove my blazer. The two drinks I'd consumed tonight flowed through my veins but now my pulse raced for an entirely different reason. My body throbbed for an entirely different reason. I was not nervous about bottoming though I should have been. The optimistic outlook I had about tonight refused to even let me think of another possibility. I had an inkling it was not going to be easy. Naruto wasn't going to make it easy. All I cared about right now was that he was coming up there for some godforsaken reason wanting the same thing I did. And I didn't want to chalk it up to anything more than a one-night stand. I didn't hope for anything else.
I removed my cufflinks and turned just as the door opened. He grabbed me by my necktie and pushed me against the door, smacking my head against it. He kissed me hard before he looked up at me. "God…" he kissed me again. "Fuck!"
I took his mouth in another kiss, turning him around and banging his head against the door. His hands moved down my back to grab my ass, bringing my crotch closer to his. He tries to dominate the kiss but I won't have it. It turned into a fight of the delicious type when he grabbed my butt and lifted me up, his mouth moving away from the kiss for only a second, I bend down and pressed a kiss to his neck.
He moved us towards the bed, securing my legs around his waist. He dropped me gracelessly on the bed. "Strip," he ordered quietly. I sat up and got to work. Naruto stripped completely to make my mouth water at the sight of him. Kicking my own underwear to the side I pulled him back on the bed. He landed with a flop and I moved him sideways before leaning over. I lifted his arm and fulfilled my first fantasy of licking his armpit.
He sighed before he leaned back, putting his arm up for more access. I pushed him on his back and gently teased the final jigsaw puzzle to my fantasy; his erection. My tongue lapped hungrily at the bunch of blond hair, tasting his sweat. My cock pulsed wetly when he ran his blunt fingernails up my spine before burying my face in his underarm. The depravity of the act made me thrust my waist, seeking friction. His cock brushed my ass and I lifted my ass to brush it slightly over it, and clenched my ass cheeks. I managed a smile when he groaned at that.
His fingers moved down and circled my hole with his thumb. Those eyes changed color when they looked back into mine. "It's soft," nothing about Naruto's tone is soft when he says it. "You came prepared!"
For you.
But I didn't say it. I couldn't say it.
I don't think I could ever forget the blue of his eyes when he looked at me and dragged my mouth to his for a kiss. Pure want mixed with the anger I was too familiar with, swirling tempestuously. All for me. He didn't close his eyes when his lips met mine again and neither did I. I felt like I'd lose something integral of this miraculous moment if I did. He turned us around till I lay on my back. He looked up to see the tray with condoms and plucked one along with lube.
For the first time, apprehension ran through my blood when I watched him coat his fingers. His mouth returned to my neck, placing softer kisses while his fingers probed my entrance. Those eyes looking deeper into mine. His mouth was stretched in a taut line, all intent and purpose when he pushed two fingers in. My breath hitched at the contact. Although I wasn't alien to fingers or toys in there, I wasn't prepared for a set of different fingers and the new sensations they would provide. And the pain. I wasn't prepared for being violated this brutally.
I must have made a sound when he lifted his head from where he was tantalizingly playing with a nipple. He twisted his fingers inside me all the while studying my face for discomfort. But I didn't want his care. He didn't show a shred of it these past thirteen years and I knew that wasn't going to change in between the sheets now. So I pushed the pain aside and focused on the single-minded feeling of having him inside me. I shuddered when he brushed against a spot that felt good.
Naruto pushed his fingers in deeper, making me fight against the baser urge to clench my sphincter. "Why did you book a room here?" he asked.
The question drew me up short. "What?"
Ten years and this is the first thing you ask me?
He bit my nipple and I let out a pained moan. "Is it because you were planning to bring someone here tonight? Is that why you prepped yourself?"
"Yes." I didn't want him to know I had taken this leap for him. I felt like telling him would make me lose. He shifted his finger against my prostate and I mewled like a cat in heat.
Mercilessly he stimulated that place. My waist shook, my whole body shook. I felt like I was imploding in on myself. The pressure built inside me. "Do you like it when I play with this?" Naruto shallow thrust his fingers against it, tapping against the wall without preamble. My cock wept, wanting friction, needing it. I moved my hand down to it but they were grabbed in a tan hand and pushed above my head.
"Come for me, Sasuke. I want to see how well you've trained." My whole body felt like it's been set on fire when I came. My moan was long and loud. My breath rushed out of me in a whoosh when my cock spilled messily. I was still shuddering when he turned me to my stomach, lined himself up and plunged into me.
"Condo-" is all I can get out before I cried out in pain at the intrusion. It hurt and it hurt a lot. It felt like I was being pierced by an unforgiving lance that didn't know mercy. My hands on his thighs were rough enough to draw blood.
"We don't need a condom for a little slut who comes prepared for this." He grabbed my hair and pulled out a little before plowing back in. "Ugh, still so tight." He groaned.
The misunderstanding was slander to me. He was painting me to be a pervert who enjoyed taking it up the ass when I've never let another man touch it. Would he believe me if I told him as much? Would I have believed me? Ergo, I couldn't say it, so I didn't. He could go making his own assumptions; I was no one to stop him.
"Go…slower," I managed between ragged pants.
He pulled out and thrusts to the hilt with a grunt. Excruciating pain shot up my spine. I wanted to squirm away from it; from him. He bent down and licked a line up my spine. More tears rained down my face when pleasure tingled. My mouth was open in a silent scream when my back arched under his ministration. The combination of pleasure and pain combusted inside me like fireworks. I fought for air and he relented when he pulled back. "Loosen up, little slut. You'll strangle my dick at this rate!" Naruto reached forward and tweaked my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, shooting little sparks of pleasure all over my body. When he entered me again, he rolled his hips, making my eyes roll back in my head when he dragged his length against my weak spot.
Some sort of desperate moan left my mouth, along with air. He assaulted it again and I melted like I was made of wax, left out on a scorching day. My brain felt like it was flowing out of my ears along with common sense. He yanked me closer by the nipples he was teasing only a moment ago and lifted my hips. The action deepened the impact of his cock on my prostate and my penis feels like it was going to explode. Amidst this myriad of intense pain we'd found that oasis of mindless pleasure. His pace was unrelenting and at every thrust I was letting out an unbelievable sound.
At some point, my body took over and I moved my hips to chase my finish. Behind my lids was a universe exploding; dying and being reborn again and again. And I was next to join this cosmos. My balls drew taut once again and my hand moved towards my dick. "Little sluts don't use this to come." Another powerful thrust, "You need this, don't you?"
I nodded, matching his pace.
A cruel laugh left him.
I didn't care. I needed him to repeatedly touch me there. He was close. I could feel it. He leaned over me, covering my back with a chest which was broader than I remembered it to be. He grabbed my face and kissed me, all tongue, and teeth. "I'm close," he thrust harder inside me a couple of times and I came, spilling messily between the sheets just as his come filled my insides. I came so hard, my mind went blank. I'd never in my life come this hard.
He pressed down over me, his body going limp but his cock still half-hard inside me. It pulsed when I squeezed around him. Another cruel laugh left him when he pulled out. "Still want more, little slut?"
And I did. My balls were spent, my waist hurt like a bitch and darkness pulled at the edges of my vision. I'd come here tonight with the grand fantasy of doing the deed and getting it out of my system. And now even after being treated like this, letting him assume the absolute worst of me, I was wrought to say, I wanted more. Chalk it up to the fact that I was reveling in the miracle of having him in my bed and got greedy about letting him out of it too soon.
"Yes."
"Insatiable, aren't you? Well you must be after probably having taken it up the ass with countless men, huh, little slut?" he remarked.
I stayed quiet. I refused to give him the truth. His eyes narrowed when he looked at me and then he leaned forward and grabbed my neck. He looked ready to strangle me. "I'm asking you how many men you've let in there, before me?"
It was so easy to open my mouth and take his name. But I didn't know Naruto's intentions in sharing my bed so I merely shrugged. I was not prepared to be pushed down on the pillow. Naruto's hand was hard against my throat. "Answer me, goddammit! How many men did you give this body to?"
"What business is that of yours?" I asked him in between gasps, not truly following the reason for his anger.
"Heh, you're right. You just wanted a fuck, right?"
I nodded. He grabbed my shoulder hard. "Should we go for another round? I'm ready."
He turned me to my stomach but I turned around. "I want to do it like this." As a top I've never been inclined to fuck people in missionary position. It's one of my least favorites. But now, I only want to see his face, commit it to memory as a cherry on this moment.
He lubed himself up, lined it with my hole and pushed it in. His come from earlier worked as a lubricant when his cock moved inside with a wet, squelching sound. My hole knew his penis by now. It adjusted itself to the now somewhat familiar feel. Only that wasn't the only thing I was familiarizing myself with all over again.
Naruto's eyes blazed when he glared at me. They closed when he guided himself inside me. "Oh, you take me so well! It's like you were made for me." He lifted my left leg and wrapped his arm around it. He kissed my ankle, before biting the back of it. The movement drove him deeper inside me and I grappled the sheets to fight back the rush of pleasure that was building slowly but surely when he nudged against the place that took me apart.
His eyes landed on mine again. "Right there," I said, looking back at him. I squeezed his length inside me, making him swallow. His body shook with the urge to hold back from snapping his hips. I lifted my hips. "Go harder. Wreck me."
He pulled out once and quickly pulled me closer by my legs pushing them over his shoulders till my back was completely off the mattress. He pushed back into me with the tenacity of a bull, plunging all the to the hilt. Parts of me I didn't know existed felt the pressure. My stomach felt like it was being crushed. He pulled out part-way and the head of his cock brushed over the place that would reawaken the magic. Only this time he didn't stay to attack it. He thrust inside again and I howled when pleasure of an entirely different kind engulfed me. The pressure had not vanished. My stomach felt like it was realigning itself to the intrusion. But that wave of pleasure reawakened every nerve inside my body. I was coming and all too soon. "Slow down. I'm about to come," I managed.
He shook his head. "No."
His response didn't matter because my body chose to shatter all too soon. I shuddered, I shivered. My brain was blank as a sheet. Till Naruto pushed back inside of me. I clenched around him, more to prevent him from attacking that place again than to encourage him. He chose to interpret it his own way because he pushed deeper. "I just came! Give me a minute," I panted.
Naruto shook his head. "But you like this, don't you?" he pushed all the way to hilt again, hitting every sensitive bundle of nerves there. He began moving at a relentless pace, taking every bit of me I'd held together, with him.
We rutted like animals in heat. He pushed and pulled and prodded and pinched. At length, he lifted me up and sat me in his lap. He kissed me harshly and bit my lip. "Ride me."
Something insane took over when I looked at him and began moving. It took me a couple of tries till I found the right angle, the one in which he brushed against all the good places inside me and worked over him. It was tough. My thighs shook with the strain, my back hurt from the position, my ass felt like it was on fire. But everything was secondary to the feeling that was building inside me, once again. His hands on my waist guided me. My cock bobbed uselessly between us, fueled by the sheer pleasure my whole body underwent. Something was coming. A tsunami of something was going to take me over and drown me in it. I wanted it and I was scared of it.
It heaven; it was hell, I couldn't decide. All I knew that this need inside me needed to be purged. I needed to be rid of it. Then I could go back to my ordinary life tomorrow and be done with this, this sickness that had ailed me for the past thirteen years.
Naruto pushed me back on the bed and immediately thrust inside me again, this time getting everything right in one go. Tears ran down my face along with drool and snot. My mouth was open, my eyes were half rolled back and I felt like a madman. Every thrust after thrust brought me closer that to tidal wave capable of completely destroying me. "I'm coming! I'm coming," Naruto's voice was a strangled whisper against my mouth when he kissed me desperately. I only remember looking into his eyes. Naruto's eyes changed color again. They switched from the tempestuous blue to shine like sapphires. They glinted with lust; lust for me. "Come with me, Sasuke," his authoritative tone was gone; morphed into something entirely different.
I erupted, shuddering like I'd been electrocuted. Clear liquid ran from my tip like a fountain to run between us. I should have been embarrassed, humiliated even to urinate like this. But my body mercifully chose to succumb to the darkness invading my vision.
The last thing I remembered was Naruto placing a kiss on my shoulder, the most tender he's been tonight and saying, "It should've only been me."
I passed out before I could read into it.
Sunlight peeped through the curtains when I opened my eyes. They felt swollen and crusty. For a second, I looked around to calibrate myself to my surroundings, the unfamiliar bed as well as my state of nakedness. Last night ran like a train through my brain. I immediately turned to the other side and found Naruto lying there passed out cold.
He's here. He didn't leave. He did not leave.
Exhilaration ran through me at the thought while nervous trepidation followed in its wake. I should have picked up my clothes from last night, skipped the shower and bolted out of there before he woke up. But my body refused to leave. I was also afraid of waking him up as well.
So I lay there and gazed at the face I'd noticed, liked, and even loved beyond words at one time. His blond hair was thick and straight, still bunched in a disarray of thick locks. The texture was soft. I wouldn't have minded running my fingers through it again. His eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, just above where three faint scars ran on either sides of his cheeks. I wanted to touch them, feel them, learn their texture as well. I'd touched him, I'd let him touch me in places I couldn't have imagined. But this was a different feeling in itself. His nose which had miraculously stayed straight, despite me breaking it several times flares slightly when he exhaled. His lips moved as he made chewing motion, followed by a guttural sound before he turned completely to my side.
I stiffened and closed my eyes, thinking it best to pretend to be asleep. A second passed and then another and then another, till I finally peeked open an eye to find him still fast asleep.
Now was when I should have reconsidered my decision and run like the world was on fire. But fucking things up is a personal talent of mine, so I lay there and stared at Naruto.
I can't say I didn't miss this. Didn't regret the start of never ending silly fight. Three years of exchanging blows but never a word of sense. I'd only imagined it a million times about how things would have been if we'd started off the right foot.
"It should have only been me."
Now that my hunger for this man had temporarily been sated, I pondered over those words.
Did he mean he should have been the first person to fuck me in the ass? He seemed rather obsessed with it last night. A misunderstanding I still had no intention of clearing.
But he stayed! He didn't go! It has to mean something!
The nasty voice that made me greedy last night whispered seductively. I quelled it down.
The Naruto I knew was always considerate to everyone. Everyone except me. And if I started getting hopeful from something like this, then there was no other explanation for it. I was still in love with him. Nothing else explained the symptoms I've always shown but ignored. My tendency to always keep tabs on him, my hopeless optimism at the prospect of seeing him again, my inability to get up from this fucking bed and take the one-night stand for what it was. I couldn't add any romantic inclination to last night's equation solely because of what I'd led him on to believe. Every single thing about last night was selfish, single-mindedly driven from the need to feel that volatile pleasure.
Everything except what he said to me.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I missed Naruto's eyes move or his eyelashes blink once. I was only brought back when they gazed at me softly, his blue eyes like sunny skies. Relief flashed across his face and then he moved towards me.
"Why are you still here?" These were not the words I wanted to say at all. Nope.
Naruto chuckled. "You haven't answered any of my questions from last night, so why should I answer yours?"
"I see no point in them."
A muscle spasmed in his cheek. "Seeing as it was you who clearly took my name when you so raunchily nutted in a public toilet, begs otherwise."
"You looked hot. I wanted sex. That's it."
"Would anyone have sufficed?"
I hid behind a shrug. He grabbed my shoulder hard enough to hurt, flashing his blue eyes with unkempt anger. Then he released me. "I see."
"So, why are you still here?"
"Because after cleaning up, I was too tired to leave."
"You could have just left me alone."
"To have you wake up in your own juices? Didn't seem right."
It was my turn to leash in the anger. "I see."
Silence followed. He sulkily looked at the pillow while I looked at him. Neither of us made a single move to leave.
"What did you mean when you said those words to me last night?" A question that begged an answer like the very air in my lungs but one I had not trusted myself to voice.
"What words?" Naruto raised his unfathomable blue eyes to mine.
"It should have only been me." Why did you say that?"
He answered with a shrug. I shrugged in answer as well. He sighed and sat up. "Guess then, I should get going," he moved to stand and I didn't stop him.
It was only when he neared the door that I opened my mouth. "It was only you." I was only going to give him one answer.
He turned around and pounced on me in a heartbeat. "Say that again," he looked at me like I was giving him the world.
"Last night was my first time bottoming." His hopeful expression crumbled to hatred.
Naruto's laugh was brittle when he looked at me. "Yeah right!"
"It was what it was." I shrugged. "Now it's your turn. Why did you say that to me?"
His eyes were unreadable when he looked at me. "It doesn't matter now."
"Did it matter last night?"
Naruto looked at me and blinked once, twice before shaking his head. "I don't think it did. Let's just say, I got caught up in the moment."
"Fine," I managed a smile. "Thanks." He knew I was not thanking him for the answer.
"Cruel till the bitter end, bastard!" A slang he used for no one else. I'd never heard him call anyone else that.
Thanks to that, my smile was more genuine than it should've been.
He slammed the door shut and I buried my face in the pillow in his pillow.
The bitter end.
Isn't that what it was?
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