Disclaimers: Naruto is not mine, sadly. This is purely a fanfic using someone else's characters.
Warnings: This story includes strong language, violence, sexual content (yaoi), & angst.
Blind Sighted
Chapter 5: Hands On
"Sometimes seeing everything just gets in the way."
-Chris Lynch
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"Uhh! Fuck- dammit, why?!"
Sasuke rolled his eyes at the sound of utter destruction coming from the other side of his door. The dobe had clearly found his way back in and was now gracefully moving through his living room. As only a blind Naruto could.
Another crash and a surprised yelp got him to his feet and in the hall. What have you gotten yourself into now, dobe?
He found the blonde kneeling down, attempting to straighten up a chaotic mess and instead doing the exact opposite. A constant stream of curses fell from his lips as various items continued to shatter at his feet. It was.. quite a sight. One that evoked enough sympathy from the Uchiha to soften the tension in his jaw and calm the icy rage in his chest.
I mean.. how am I supposed to stay mad at that?
Sasuke sighed and padded over to the fumbly mess, prepared to save him from himself. "Just leave it there, it's fine."
Naruto flinched, startled by his voice. It usually took more than that to catch him off guard, so Sasuke was also surprised. Guess he does feel bad.. It was pretty obvious that he was still mulling over what happened, otherwise he wouldn't be distracted enough to knock into every solitary object in the room and fail to sense Sasuke moving towards him.
The raven took a knee before the wide-eyed blonde and took hold of his wrist. He winced, but was clearly trying to bear through it. Sasuke opened his hand and looked down at his wrist.. and the bruise encircling it. From where I grabbed him earlier.
He wondered why it wasn't healing, and then recalled that he was the one who told Kyuubi not to help him. Fuck.
"Kurama."
He saw Naruto stiffen, and found that it bothered him immensely. Forcing back his guilt for the time being, Sasuke spoke clearly to the demon. "Please heal him."
Naruto's eyes shot up, peering into the darkness before Sasuke's face. "Why did you..?"
The raven gently rubbed his thumb over his bruised wrist, wishing he could lean down and place a kiss on it instead. "I'm sorry. It's my fault that he hasn't."
"Kurama does what he wants" Naruto muttered. "Has nothing to do with anyone."
He knew that wasn't true, but he appreciated the sentiment. Sasuke's eyes slipped down the blonde's body and down to the clutter on his floor- broken pieces of things he never really cared about to begin with. His eyes narrowed when he noticed something red smeared across one of the larger pieces.
His eyes shot back to Naruto. "Are you hurt?"
"No."
He answered that too fast.
Sasuke grabbed his other hand, but didn't find anything besides more bruises. His eyes narrowed on his legs. "Give me your foot."
"What?"
Sasuke grabbed his leg and pulled it towards him, turning it so he could see the bottom of his feet. He had kicked off his shoes before stepping into the house and his bare feet were bloody- sliced open from the broken porcelain littering the floor, shards of glass embedded in the soles.
"What the fuck, Naruto! You said you weren't hurt!"
"It's not a big deal. I can-"
"Fucking baka." Sasuke grabbed the blonde, rougher than he meant to, and stood with him in his arms. Naruto was not happy about it, but he wasn't looking for his approval. And he didn't expect it.
"Why do you keep doing this.."
Sasuke eyed the exasperated blonde as he carried him into his bathroom. He carefully deposited him on the floor, propped up against the tub, then reached into his cabinet and pulled out the first-aid kit. When he turned back, those blank eyes were giving him a curious look. He ignored it, took hold of his foot, and carefully removed every bit of glass. Naruto winced twice but otherwise stayed patient while he cleared and patched up his torn soles.
When he was done, Sasuke went to pick him up again but he shoved him away and scooted back against the tub. He held his hands out, attempting to ward him off. "Sasuke- you have to let me do shit on my own or I'm going to lose my mind."
The Uchiha sat back with a heavy sigh. "Like what, Naruto? What am I keeping you from that you just have to do alone?"
"Come on- you've been doing everything. Why can't I just do something?"
Sasuke didn't know what to say to that, besides the obvious of course, so he said nothing.
"I don't like being treated like a doll. You know I can handle more. I'm already trapped in here, what more do you want?!"
"Fine. Do everything on your own. We'll see how long that lasts."
"Great, I really appreciate your confidence in me" he said sarcastically.
Sasuke paused, his eyes locked on the blonde's bandaged feet. "Is Kurama healing you yet?"
"Does it matter? It's not like I'm doing any fighting." He was clearly referring to Sasuke's refusal to spar with him, but he didn't rise to the bait. Nor was he about to let him change the subject.
"Answer the question, Naruto."
"Uhhh.. no, Sasuke. Ok? He's not doing anything."
Sasuke dragged his fingers through his hair, forcing back dark strands and pesky thoughts. "I'm sorry about that."
"No you're not."
"Well, I'm sorry about how he's handling it now."
"Yeah.." Feeling impatient, Naruto gripped the side of the tub and carefully stood up, balancing on the heels of his feet.
"Will you just let me carry you to-"
"I said, no!"
Sasuke ground his teeth together. Naruto was really testing his patience and he wasn't sure how long he could control it. "Will you at least grab my arm?"
He was reluctant, but he finally let his friend lead the way. They passed by the guest room without him knowing it and instead Sasuke brought him into his own bedroom, wondering how long he could get away with it. He led him over to the bed and shoved him down on it, startling him.
"What're you-"
Sasuke quickly, confidently, unzipped the blonde's coat and shoved it over his shoulders, then down his arms. Huge hazy blues stared up at him, alarmed and.. afraid.
He chose to ignore that part.
"Sasuke.. w-wait" he breathed.
He tossed his coat to the side and forced his shirt off next, musing his hair and strengthening his fear. "Don't-"
Sasuke grabbed a fresh shirt and pulled it down over his head before pulling his arms through the sleeves. "What exactly did you think I was doing, Naruto?" he said, his voice low and huskier than he meant for it to be.
Naruto swallowed. "I.. was just surprised.."
"Right."
He dropped something on the his lap and he looked up, confused.
Sasuke smirked and leaned in. He tugged at the material covering his thigh and when Naruto sharply inhaled his smile widened. "I assume you want to change these yourself, but I can help if you want me to."
He said it smoothly, which flustered the blonde even more. "I wanted to change all of my clothes myself" he snapped. "What made you think I needed help with my shirt?"
"Are you saying you didn't?"
"Jesus- no, Sasuke! I didn't. Now go away. I don't need you watching me."
"Calm down, dobe. I'll turn around."
He didn't, but the gullible blonde thought he did. Which made it all the more interesting. He kept his boxers on, but Sasuke got a good look at the rest of him and unknowingly licked his lips in the process. God.. this isn't going to be easy.
Naruto felt the front of the pants to make sure he was putting them on correctly, then hurriedly pulled them on.
"You dressed yet?"
"Yeah, but.. why are you still in here?"
"Why do you think?"
Naruto still had no clue- that is until he felt the bed dip down beside him. "Umm.. what are you doing?"
"Going to bed."
Naruto's mouth dropped open. "In here?!"
Sasuke quirked a brow that went unnoticed. "Where else would I go?" he added.
Naruto clumsily rose to his feet, and took an even clumsier step back. "Wait- am I in your room?!"
"Obviously."
"It is not obvious! I thought I was in the guest room!"
"And how would I help you in the guest room?"
"Why would I need help going to bed?!"
Sasuke rose to his feet and, hearing it, Naruto took another step back. "I'm not staying in here."
"That is where you're wrong."
Sasuke shifted out of view and reappeared before the unsuspecting blonde. He scooped him up, something he was starting to really enjoy doing, and tossed him on the bed.
Naruto heard the door lock and paled. "Why are you doing this?" he asked nervously. "Why would you even want me in here?"
"I'd rather have you safe and close by then worry about you from the other side of the house."
"I've been here before, Sasuke. I know the doors are right next to each other."
The Uchiha sighed. "Will you just calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, ok? We sleep next to each other all the time on missions."
"This isn't a mission! And that doesn't happen a lot!"
Naruto sat up and Sasuke shoved him back down. "I can do this all night if I have to."
Naruto tangled his fingers in his hair, tugging at it in his frustration. Disheveling it in a way that sent a rush of heat through Sasuke's entire body. Fuck.. he looks good like that..
Especially while wearing a shirt with the Uchiha crest on it. It felt like he was marking him, claiming him as his.
He liked it.
He really, really liked it.
But Naruto couldn't know that. Not yet, at least. He reached out and gently pulled his hand down. "Stop stressing out. You're my friend- I'm just looking out for you."
That seemed to calm him down a little. Enough at least to give in. "Fine" he mumbled, "just for tonight. But tomorrow I'm in the other room."
That's what you think.
"I'm tired of arguing. Just go to bed."
Naruto settled back, still feeling awkward but choosing to be quiet about it. He wasn't sure he could fall asleep like this, but he figured he'd try.
Despite his doubts, Naruto fell into a deep sleep within minutes, and Sasuke was the one struggling to do the same. He turned on his side and watched his friend sleeping soundly instead, happy to see him in his bed but physically frustrated by it too. When his breathing slowed, his chest steadily rising and falling, he decided to chance it. He scooted close and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, letting his fingers linger along his jaw. He slowly lifted himself up on his forearm, gazing down at the blonde- his blonde- for a while and then found his nerve.
He leaned down and gently pressed their lips together- the lightest kiss to avoid waking him. He pulled back, half expecting Naruto's eyes to shoot open and stare blindly at him, but they didn't. He was still very much asleep.
Sasuke dropped back down on his pillow and willed his frantic heart to calm down, and before he knew it darkness finally pulled him away- from the blonde by his side, and the feelings that never stopped tormenting him every time he saw his beautiful face.
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"Nnnn- heavy.." Naruto grumbled. He shoved at whatever was on him, then froze. It felt like.. like someone's bare chest. What? He shoved it away from him and shot up in bed.
An arm snaked around his waist and pulled him in, but Naruto pryed it off and scrambled away from it. "Sasuke?"
The raven opened one dark, blood-shot eye and saw the alarmed look on his face. "What's wrong?" he mumbled, irritated to have his heat source pulled away from him already.
"Are you.. are you naked?"
Sasuke closed his eye again when he realized this was not an emergency. "No, dobe. Go back to bed."
"What are you wearing?"
"Perv."
"N-no! I'm not! You're the one who- you were practically on top of me! I could feel it- your chest!"
The Uchiha yawned. "I took my shirt off" he said simply. "It's too early for you to be so loud. Go to bed."
"Why are you naked when I'm right here?!"
"I'm wearing pants, spaz. Just go to bed."
Not really thinking about it, Sasuke grabbed his leg and gave it a sharp yank. Naruto gasped as he flew back onto the bed. Panic coursed through him, but Sasuke released him once he was back where he started and didn't try anything else. In fact, it sounded like he was turning away from him- which was a relief, if he was being honest.
While he felt wary of the half-naked raven, Naruto was still beyond exhausted and once again sleep won.
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The second time he woke up Sasuke was completely wrapped around him, his face nuzzled against his neck. It was just as alarming as the first time- if not more so.
"What the hell, Sasuke! Fuck, have you always been like this?!"
He attempted to scoot away, but the limbs around him tightened. And there was something else too. Something poking into his hip, and he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was.
Naruto jerked his head to the side, horrified. "Are you awake..?"
"Hmmn?"
"Umm.. you should wake up now."
Sasuke made an indecipherable sound and buried his face further into his hair. Naruto could feel his crotch stirring against him, harder than before, and panicked. He shoved the Uchiha, hard, sending him flying off the bed. Sasuke's eyes shot open just before he crash landed on the floor. "Nnn! What the fuck, Naruto?! What is your problem?!"
"You were- you were all over me!" the blonde shouted in his general direction. "And it's morning, and you.. you have a-"
He couldn't say it. It was way too awkward. And he didn't need to say it, because Sasuke noticed as soon as he started.
"Oh."
"Yeah.."
"Sorry if I.. made you uncomfortable."
Naruto felt bad about freaking out and decided lying was the better option. "No, don't worry about it. It- it's fine."
Sasuke couldn't help but grin up at him. He got to his feet and dropped his hands on the bed, leaning in and watching those cloudy eyes look more and more alarmed. "Really.." he said smoothly.
Naruto gave a nervous laugh. "Don't freak me out, teme."
"So.. you're not going to help me with this?"
A flicker of fear flashed in his opaque gaze, just long enough for Sasuke to notice. "You're.. you're kidding, right?"
"Do you want me to be?"
Naruto's eyes widened and he slowly scooted back. "Sasuke.."
A part of him had the tiniest semblance of hope that Naruto would be interested, but he couldn't see anything but fear on his face. "Naruto- I'm just fucking with you." He straightened and glanced down at his straining erection, relieved that his anxious friend couldn't see it.
"That's not funny."
"It was kind of funny."
Sasuke let him sit with that one and wandered off to the bathroom as images of pulling Naruto's clothes off flashed in his head and his hand wandered down to his straining want. Truth mixed with his deepest fantasies as he pumped his hand up and down its length, his pace getting faster as they took a much more graphic turn. He turned on the faucet to drown out his moans and a whispered "Naruto" as he shot one into the sink. Shame settled in soon after and he turned on the shower to wash it off.
The stickiness and guilt slipped down the drain, but the echo of his release and thoughts of Naruto's body didn't stand a chance.
You're screwed, Sasuke, he thought to himself. It has been one day and you're already losing it.
He was beginning to wonder just how long it would take before he really did lose control and act on his desires. He wanted to believe that he wouldn't, that he could keep hiding it from him, but now..
Now he wasn't so sure.
In fact, he had a bad feeling that he was going to take this way too far.
You have too much to lose, he reminded himself. You can't fuck this up.
You can't..
He glanced down at his body, and saw that he was already getting hard again.
.. but you might.