Two x-mas drabbles for compagnie.
Title: Understated
Author: Ren Apple
Pairing: ItaSasu and NaruSasu (if you squint really hard)
Warning: Yaoi. Shota. Oddness.
Rating: R
Word Length: 307 words and 252 words
Summary: It is the little gestures that give him away, and Naruto only wants to be a part.
A/N: This is just weird. I dunno, all I can say to this is… *sighs pathetically* I tried! This is my gift for
compagnie. I definitely have a new respect for ItaSasu writers.
Every morning, like clockwork, Itachi would walk Sasuke to school. His hand always lingering just a little too long on that small, thin waist to be casual; and his eyes staring a little too hard at his brother’s retreating form to be brotherly. It was in these little unconscious gestures that a shinobi of his caliber should not have allowed to become noticeable, lied the obsession.
Naruto assumed Sasuke would remain oblivious to his brother’s wandering attentions, but Naruto could not. He understood the veiled meanings of those extended looks and touches, that they held too much meaning to be innocent. He had lived on the streets most of his life, and knew what thoughts those heavy-lidded dark eyes hid.
Today he watched as Sasuke arrived at school, Itachi in tow, his black eyes glittering with affection and admiration towards his brother Itachi. And like every morning, he would ask the same question. “Nii-san, will you train with me today?”
Itachi would stare at his brother a moment, scrutinizing him. Before giving him a small smile, and placing two fingers on his forehead and flicking. “Tomorrow, Sasuke.”
Naruto’s heart would clench painfully as those large obsidian eyes grew dull, before suddenly springing back to life a promise within their depths. “Of course, Nii-san,” he said, a wide smile pulling across his small lips. “Tomorrow.” Sometimes Sasuke would even manage to pull Itachi down to his level for a quick peck on the cheek, before darting away from his brother’s wrath.
What he would have seen if he had turned around, was a slight pink flush suffusing his stoic brother’s cheeks.
Naruto felt a voyeur into their lives, always watching as his classmates lived. Himself sitting on the side lines watching them pass him by. What he would not have given to be acknowledged by those eyes. “Sasuke…”
.End.
.Start.
His delicate wrists chafed red from struggling against the silk ties confining them to the black futon. His slender legs were spread wantonly before him, as the stronger of the two stood towering above him. His pale skin glowed flush under the soft moonlight, while soft pleas and moans for the man’s touch flowed from his pretty swollen lips.
I stood helplessly outside of the window unmoving. How many times had I imagined those lips on beneath of mine? That I was in that man’s position, my cock pushing into that warm, tight hole, totally engulfed by Sasuke’s wet heat?
I stared motionless and empty, as the man settled himself between Sasuke’s widely spread legs, his hips jerking back before hammering forward into Sasuke. He moaned loudly releasing a large bellow of air as his stretched opening was taken roughly and brutally. Strong, calloused hands roamed the creamy, pale skin of his inner thighs, while they were pulled to rest around the man’s muscular scarred hips.
I was mesmerized by the pale, thin fingers brushing lightly over his lips. Sasuke opened his mouth widely his tongue slithering out to latch onto them, wetting them with his saliva. My fingers twitched with the ghost of his touch. I wanted him to acknowledge me. I needed, I craved, for him to acknowledge me.
“Harder,” Sasuke gasped out, the man pulled out his hole completely, drawing out a painful sounding groan. “Please, fuck me harder, Itachi,” he said pleadingly.
It was my turn to gasp.
.End.
Author: Ren Apple
Pairing: ItaSasu and NaruSasu (if you squint really hard)
Warning: Yaoi. Shota. Oddness.
Rating: R
Word Length: 307 words and 252 words
Summary: It is the little gestures that give him away, and Naruto only wants to be a part.
A/N: This is just weird. I dunno, all I can say to this is… *sighs pathetically* I tried! This is my gift for
compagnie. I definitely have a new respect for ItaSasu writers.
Every morning, like clockwork, Itachi would walk Sasuke to school. His hand always lingering just a little too long on that small, thin waist to be casual; and his eyes staring a little too hard at his brother’s retreating form to be brotherly. It was in these little unconscious gestures that a shinobi of his caliber should not have allowed to become noticeable, lied the obsession.
Naruto assumed Sasuke would remain oblivious to his brother’s wandering attentions, but Naruto could not. He understood the veiled meanings of those extended looks and touches, that they held too much meaning to be innocent. He had lived on the streets most of his life, and knew what thoughts those heavy-lidded dark eyes hid.
Today he watched as Sasuke arrived at school, Itachi in tow, his black eyes glittering with affection and admiration towards his brother Itachi. And like every morning, he would ask the same question. “Nii-san, will you train with me today?”
Itachi would stare at his brother a moment, scrutinizing him. Before giving him a small smile, and placing two fingers on his forehead and flicking. “Tomorrow, Sasuke.”
Naruto’s heart would clench painfully as those large obsidian eyes grew dull, before suddenly springing back to life a promise within their depths. “Of course, Nii-san,” he said, a wide smile pulling across his small lips. “Tomorrow.” Sometimes Sasuke would even manage to pull Itachi down to his level for a quick peck on the cheek, before darting away from his brother’s wrath.
What he would have seen if he had turned around, was a slight pink flush suffusing his stoic brother’s cheeks.
Naruto felt a voyeur into their lives, always watching as his classmates lived. Himself sitting on the side lines watching them pass him by. What he would not have given to be acknowledged by those eyes. “Sasuke…”
.End.
.Start.
His delicate wrists chafed red from struggling against the silk ties confining them to the black futon. His slender legs were spread wantonly before him, as the stronger of the two stood towering above him. His pale skin glowed flush under the soft moonlight, while soft pleas and moans for the man’s touch flowed from his pretty swollen lips.
I stood helplessly outside of the window unmoving. How many times had I imagined those lips on beneath of mine? That I was in that man’s position, my cock pushing into that warm, tight hole, totally engulfed by Sasuke’s wet heat?
I stared motionless and empty, as the man settled himself between Sasuke’s widely spread legs, his hips jerking back before hammering forward into Sasuke. He moaned loudly releasing a large bellow of air as his stretched opening was taken roughly and brutally. Strong, calloused hands roamed the creamy, pale skin of his inner thighs, while they were pulled to rest around the man’s muscular scarred hips.
I was mesmerized by the pale, thin fingers brushing lightly over his lips. Sasuke opened his mouth widely his tongue slithering out to latch onto them, wetting them with his saliva. My fingers twitched with the ghost of his touch. I wanted him to acknowledge me. I needed, I craved, for him to acknowledge me.
“Harder,” Sasuke gasped out, the man pulled out his hole completely, drawing out a painful sounding groan. “Please, fuck me harder, Itachi,” he said pleadingly.
It was my turn to gasp.
.End.