Reunion

A/N: Just a quick one-shot that was distracting the daylights out of me. NaruSasu. First Person POV.

Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi.

I opened the door of the bathroom as quietly as I could. I was here to hide. I was so done with this reunion. And to think, I wanted to be here more than anything else when I entered the hotel tonight. It had been ten years. Ten, fucking long years since I'd seen him. Since I'd heard that deep voice which caressed my skin. Since I'd seen the fire in those midnight eyes aimed at me. It'd been ten years since I, Uzumaki Naruto, had seen Uchiha Sasuke.

Uchiha Sasuke, my blood thrummed heatedly just thinking about him. His shoulders have filled out and he's grown taller. The black suit looks impeccable on him. Stylish and suave just how I always remembered him. Only this time, the jet-black hair that he wore in spikes in school are slicked back tonight, adding maturity to his face. He looks devastating and I'm bound to confess that tonight I've thought more about ripping his clothes off and fucking him than hearing what anyone is saying. My eyes were drifting back to him more times than I could count. What unnerved me and drove me here to hide in a toilet stall like a coward, is the number of times I saw him looking back.

Now, let me begin by saying, Sasuke and I have, in under no circumstances, been on good terms. We didn't even start of the right foot. We met in high school when our class was the same. He hated me for some unforeseen reason and I kept my distance till one day when I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed him against a wall and placed one hand above his head on the wall. The kabedon was an unplanned move. But Sasuke looked at me like I'd vomited on him. "Why do you hate me so much?" I asked him, nevertheless.

With disgust evident on his face, he'd looked at me. "I don't. I don't even know you. Have we met before?"

"Bastard!" I really tried to fight the urge to punch him but my arm moved. Till we fought like cats and dogs. "My name is Uzumaki Naruto. And if you ignore me the next time you see me, I'll break your fucking jaw!"

Needless to say, the three years went in just that, exchanging punches. He did it because I always threw the first punch and I did it so that he would never forget me. I hated the thought of being nothing to Sasuke. Only I didn't realize the trajectory of my thoughts at that time. I didn't know the significance of being something to Sasuke, if only an object of hate. I didn't want more than this. I couldn't afford the feverish nights I had when I'd fapped to him, each fantasy filthier than the last as I took him to new heights of ecstasy. And that made me angry. Having feelings like these was a no-go. An unproductive union that did nothing but ignite the fire in my loins. I hated him too for making me feel like this.

And now, it's been ten years and I couldn't seem to find anyone to satiate this fire. The reason why I quietly closed the door and leaned against it was because if I saw him one more time, I was going to fuck him in public. In fact, if he resisted, I don't think I'd be below raping him. That's much how much I wanted him. It'd been thirteen years for fuck's sake! Half of me was inclined to grab him and bend him over on the first flat surface I could find. Ten years and I'm stiff as a stone for him. It's been ten years to the feverish dreams, to the hatred. It's hardened and then softened in these ten years that I walked away from the Valley of the End where we had our final fight. And for a moment, only for a moment I thought he…

I force his thoughts out of my mind and my hand moves to my pocket for my phone, only to realize I left it at the table. Cursing myself inwardly, I hear someone flush, wash their hands and move out. My eyes move to the stalls on either side and a shadow moves. Apart from the stall next to me, no other is occupied. They'll probably leave in a moment. The temptation to jack off seems nice. I'm too tight-strung today after seeing him in the flesh again. When he saw me walk in, he looked at me with a blank face but his eyes flashed with the hatred he'd first shown me. Only each time his eyes met mine, the anger had morphed to something else entirely. And because I'd never read anything but hatred for me, I couldn't decipher that look. Only it drove the hunger inside me to madness. Which is precisely why I was inclined to pull down my zipper and get on with it. If I got rid of that tension, perhaps I wouldn't feel edgy. Perhaps that would save me from becoming a criminal as well.

My hand slid down till I palmed myself over my jeans. My penis hurt to the point of pain. His hands are white and smooth. I imagined them on me. Imagined their stark contrast to my dark jeans.

A moan sounds from the stall next to me. A needy, unbidden dirty moan. The voice is deep. My heart thuds in my chest even when I know he'd never indulge in something as disgusting as masturbating in public. The man next to me exhales before a wet sound can be heard. Oh shit, someone's here doing the same thing that I am. Part of me is disgusted at the idea of doing it now even if this sounded very erotic. "Ngh," it came again, low and guttural. Blood stilled and froze to ice in my veins at the unmistakable voice I heard. In the three years we fought, we only spoke a handful of times. But I knew that voice. It had tethered me to it for ten fucking years, after all.

Liquid fire raced across my frozen veins when that sound resonated all the way from the tips of my hair to my toes. It was him alright. The man I was running from, doing something I'd have never thought him capable of doing. His breath stuttered as his hand turned frantic. The wet squelching noises managed to squeeze copious amounts of pre-come from mine and I haven't even touched myself yet. But I don't want to be distracted from cataloging a moment like this to memory. I've waited and wanted these sounds out of this man. I could picture him sounding the same with his legs apart, his trousers on the floor, ass cheeks open for me in invitation.

Sasuke's breath hitched and I imagined myself penetrating him.

Right now, for some unfathomable reason, he stands here depraved, drowning in perversion. And I'm the sole witness to his passion even if it is for someone else, no matter how much that hurts. My hands moved down and got to work. No one entered or left the washrooms and I was grateful for that. Because I wanted to spend every minute of savoring him even if he savored someone else. The noises aided the picture in my head when a drop of precum dribbled down.

I was getting close. My face was on fire. Sweat dribbled down my body under the t-shirt and denim jacket I wore. My knees hurt, begging me to change angles. But I didn't. I couldn't. The risk of alerting him of my presence right now would lead to only one consequence. And I didn't want to become a criminal, thank you very much.

"Oh shit," Sasuke's breathy voice brought me out from where I fucked his hole like a madman. I ran a finger over the tip. My cock pulsed crazily, unable to bear this pleasure anymore. I was going to come.

"Coming," his hand was frantic, his sounds muffled as if he'd covered his mouth with his hand. One beat…two…three.

"Ngh…Naruto."

I exploded like I'd been set on fire.

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