[Fic] "Ghost"
Title: Ghost
Author: a_lifestyle
Fandom: Naruto (YamaSasu)
Rating: Hard R (Sexin'.)
Words: 514
Summary:
A/N: For bluerising, part of the Fic Request Meme. This was quite the challenge, lady. I hope you enjoy.
Ghost
It is dark and his hand wraps around Sasuke’s throat, pinning him to the ground. There is no protest as blades of grass cut into his back through the fabric of his clothes, no protest as he feels his breath coming up short and his pants tugged roughly from his hips. The moon is full, bright, and blinds him; he squints to see Yamato’s silhouette hovering above.
It is quiet, not even a cricket’s song, and the sound of their breathing cuts into the night with razor blade sharpness, sticking to the inside of their ribs and eardrums. Sasuke’s fingers dig into Yamato’s jaw line, into his collarbone, pulling him down and pushing him away. He doesn’t want to see Yamato’s eyes; the illusion could be broken.
What he wants is someone he can’t have, but he settles for something vaguely familiar.
Yamato drags the palm of his hand across Sasuke’s cock, holds him in place by the neck. The leftover dew on the grass seeps through his pants and sends hot chills through his legs, straight to his crotch. Sasuke hisses into the air; it makes Yamato hard in an instant, gripping the boy’s throat tighter, tighter still, pulling at the delicate hairs at the nape of his neck. Sasuke doesn’t cry out, and never has, for anyone-Yamato knows this. He has only cried out for one other, and it’s the one he thinks about when he closes his eyes.
What he wants is someone he can’t have, but he settles for something close enough.
Their sex is violent and urgent, hands clawing and feet digging into the earth. It smells like sweat and dirt, these two substances clinging to their hair, their skin. They search desperately for a part of him-a blink of a memory, the sound of a forgotten dream. They have evolved from prey to predatory, gnashing their teeth against each other, both not wanting to back down as they have done before. They are each in a separate once upon a time, with the same ghost.
Sasuke is suddenly on his stomach, face inches from the ground. He is pulled from his hips, shoulders dragging through the dirt, shirt bunched around his neck. His muscles contract from the cold that spikes through his naked back and thighs. He feels an invasive finger enter him roughly, but he pushes back, feels himself opening up, forcing himself to relax, relax. There has never been time to go slow.
Yamato fingers are like teeth into Sasuke’s hips, and he and pushes into him, neglecting tenderness and affection that they have never known. He inhales deeply, a small pause of relief before thrusting, hard, sweat dripping down the side of his face onto Sasuke’s back. He is hunched over, his knees digging into the ground. His heart pounds in his ears, their hips colliding in an erratic rhythm they have memorized while looking into mismatched eyes.
When they come, it is release and agony, and they both see Kakashi in their squeezed shut minds, struggling to forget his lessons of submission and violation.
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Author: a_lifestyle
Fandom: Naruto (YamaSasu)
Rating: Hard R (Sexin'.)
Words: 514
Summary:
A/N: For bluerising, part of the Fic Request Meme. This was quite the challenge, lady. I hope you enjoy.
Ghost
It is dark and his hand wraps around Sasuke’s throat, pinning him to the ground. There is no protest as blades of grass cut into his back through the fabric of his clothes, no protest as he feels his breath coming up short and his pants tugged roughly from his hips. The moon is full, bright, and blinds him; he squints to see Yamato’s silhouette hovering above.
It is quiet, not even a cricket’s song, and the sound of their breathing cuts into the night with razor blade sharpness, sticking to the inside of their ribs and eardrums. Sasuke’s fingers dig into Yamato’s jaw line, into his collarbone, pulling him down and pushing him away. He doesn’t want to see Yamato’s eyes; the illusion could be broken.
What he wants is someone he can’t have, but he settles for something vaguely familiar.
Yamato drags the palm of his hand across Sasuke’s cock, holds him in place by the neck. The leftover dew on the grass seeps through his pants and sends hot chills through his legs, straight to his crotch. Sasuke hisses into the air; it makes Yamato hard in an instant, gripping the boy’s throat tighter, tighter still, pulling at the delicate hairs at the nape of his neck. Sasuke doesn’t cry out, and never has, for anyone-Yamato knows this. He has only cried out for one other, and it’s the one he thinks about when he closes his eyes.
What he wants is someone he can’t have, but he settles for something close enough.
Their sex is violent and urgent, hands clawing and feet digging into the earth. It smells like sweat and dirt, these two substances clinging to their hair, their skin. They search desperately for a part of him-a blink of a memory, the sound of a forgotten dream. They have evolved from prey to predatory, gnashing their teeth against each other, both not wanting to back down as they have done before. They are each in a separate once upon a time, with the same ghost.
Sasuke is suddenly on his stomach, face inches from the ground. He is pulled from his hips, shoulders dragging through the dirt, shirt bunched around his neck. His muscles contract from the cold that spikes through his naked back and thighs. He feels an invasive finger enter him roughly, but he pushes back, feels himself opening up, forcing himself to relax, relax. There has never been time to go slow.
Yamato fingers are like teeth into Sasuke’s hips, and he and pushes into him, neglecting tenderness and affection that they have never known. He inhales deeply, a small pause of relief before thrusting, hard, sweat dripping down the side of his face onto Sasuke’s back. He is hunched over, his knees digging into the ground. His heart pounds in his ears, their hips colliding in an erratic rhythm they have memorized while looking into mismatched eyes.
When they come, it is release and agony, and they both see Kakashi in their squeezed shut minds, struggling to forget his lessons of submission and violation.
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