[Naruto] Caprice, R, PWP, NaruSasu
Caprice
Naruto, NaruSasu, R, 1286 words
Sasuke may do things on a whim but Naruto doesn't.
Because the mistress kasugai_gummie demanded porn and I only live to serve. (Also because she owes me some HanaRu porn. ::stares accusingly::) ♥, babe.
SPOILERS FOR 309.
Caprice
by meitachi
“I can’t believe you let me get into your head,” Sasuke said, crossing his arms. He stared at Naruto, hard. “I thought you got stronger, moron.”
Naruto put a hand to the back of his head and shrugged. “You sealed Kyuubi for me,” he said. “Thanks.” He didn’t really mind Sasuke being in his head, either. In a way, it was only a physical manifestation of how the other boy had been in his thoughts these past two and a half years. Hell, Sasuke had been in his head when they were in Team 7 together; Naruto was hard-pressed to think of a time after graduation from the Academy when Sasuke hadn’t always occupied some small part of his mind. Mostly by being a bastard Naruto wanted desperately to show up at first, of course, and then a bastard Naruto was going to drag back from Sound no matter what it took because this was a bastard Naruto cared about.
He eyed Sasuke, who was standing a few feet away, looking at him with that blank face, eyes dark with just this side of contempt.
Naruto wasn’t quite sure why he cared, sometimes.
“I didn’t do it for you.” Sasuke’s voice was cold and indifferent. “All it means is that you’ll have less chakra to draw on in a fight. I’ve made you weaker.”
Naruto gritted his teeth. Sasuke was still as much a bastard as ever. He had also, admittedly, grown much more powerful. His Sharingan-he hadn’t been able to see inside Naruto’s consciousness before, hadn’t seen the Kyuubi before. Now that he’d trained with Orochimaru, however, it was obvious that Naruto couldn’t fully measure the extent of Sasuke’s powers anymore. He felt a little sick when he thought about how willing Sasuke was to give up everything for vengeance, even his own life. He’d be damned if he let that happen.
His eyes refocused on Sasuke. “On a whim, right?” His grin was fast, feral, and utterly false. “Or did you plan it out ahead, Sasuke? Took the time to think about me?”
The corners of Sasuke’s mouth tightened and Naruto crowed a silent victory. He could still get to the bastard. Good.
“It will only make me easier to kill you.” Sharingan flared in his eyes. “Which I will.” He reached for his sword again, which he had sheathed earlier.
Yamato, Sakura, and Sai had gone on ahead, in pursuit of Orochimaru and Kabuto and Sasuke, or so they thought. Naruto had sent a clone with them and stayed behind, staring at the devastation and hating himself, hating Sasuke, hating Orochimaru and Sound and Itachi most of all. He’d ducked and rolled away mere seconds before Sasuke’s sword had arced through the air where he’d been standing before.
They’d stared at each other, red eyes to blue, two boys who’d been something like friends but never quite enemies. Sasuke hadn’t seemed to be in any particular rush to kill Naruto and had put his sword away, gaze still resting on Naruto, measuring, perhaps evaluating if Naruto was even worth bothering with.
Naruto knew better. Sasuke didn’t act on whims, whatever he said.
“You didn’t do it then,” Naruto hissed, moving in the blink of an eye to stand before Sasuke, mere inches apart. He didn’t doubt it was only because Sasuke allowed it; otherwise he’d be missing a limb or at least be sporting a bloody slash across his torso. “You won’t do it now.” He leaned in close and Sasuke didn’t blink.
“Don’t challenge me, Naruto,” he said, voice cool.
Lies. Naruto didn’t have Sharingan but he could see the red fire behind the spinning wheels; he could see the truth for himself. Sasuke had never been able to just ignore Naruto. There was always, always something, even if it was hatred or disgust.
“I will bring you back,” Naruto promised in a dark, low voice as he moved closer and slid his right hand over the hard, warm flesh of Sasuke’s exposed chest. He jerked at the loosely tied rope looped around Sasuke’s waist with his left, leaning forward to press their mouths together in a fierce, messy kiss. Teeth and blood and then Sasuke’s shirt was wide open and he was fisting his hands in Naruto’s hair, painfully, pulling against Naruto’s scalp.
Sasuke bit his mouth and Naruto winced, shoving Sasuke back against the rock wall roughly, hearing the clatter of the sword as it was pressed between the rock and Sasuke’s spine. His nails were scraping down Sasuke’s chest, leaving long red marks, and deep inside him, muted, was Kyuubi’s rising interest.
“Fuck,” panted Sasuke and Naruto felt the heat low in his belly.
He shoved a knee between Sasuke’s legs, hands clawing against the loose fabric of Sasuke’s shirt, ripping it off with all the grace he could. Fingers were digging hard into his arms-he could feel bruises forming-and Sasuke had pulled his mouth away to scrape his teeth down Naruto’s neck, vicious when he bit and no less gentle when he sucked on the abused skin. His hips were pressed tightly against Naruto’s, rocking, and now his fingers had slipped up under Naruto’s jacket, hot and calloused against Naruto’s back.
There was a loud, relentless pounding in Naruto’s head, throbbing with each thrust of his hips against Sasuke’s, with each clench of Sasuke’s fingers against his skin, nails ragged and drawing blood. He wasn’t getting enough air and Sasuke’s mouth was on his throat and all Naruto could think was that it would be too easy to kill him now.
He growled, ripping himself away, to stare at Sasuke, leaning bruised and marked and panting against the wall, red eyes flaring and legs spread wide.
Naruto’s blood ran hot through his veins when Sasuke looked at him from under his disarrayed bangs and licked his lips.
Nothing. No words. Naruto threw himself back against the other boy, cracking Sasuke’s skull against the wall with a grunt of satisfaction. He scrabbled madly at the rope and tugged it off completely, letting it drop to tangle in their feet. He gripped Sasuke’s bared shoulders, slicked his tongue into Sasuke’s mouth, and rubbed.
A low, hoarse sound emitted from Sasuke’s throat. Naruto felt his breath grow shorter as the worst failure in his life arched against him, hips rocking frantically.
His hand skated over pale skin and dived into the dark cloth that was crumpled, barely clinging to Sasuke’s hips, and closed around Sasuke’s erection.
There was no mistaking the moan this time. Naruto breathed out hard through his nose and managed a feral grin, humorless.
“Fuck,” Sasuke grunted again, his voice strained. Sharingan was swirling wildly in his eyes and he looked close to losing control, flushed and breathing hard and gritting his teeth against the sounds that escaped as he thrust against Naruto’s hand. His head was bent back, banging painfully against the rock with each shudder that rocked him. He yanked Naruto’s hair. “Move!”
Naruto’s heart was beating too fast as he moved his hand, too fast, too rough, over Sasuke’s cock. “Shut up,” he said, the heat against his palm and his fingers drugging his sanity, “shut up.” He shoved harder against Sasuke, until he could feel his hand and Sasuke against his straining erection as well. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. He was going to take Sasuke back.
Hot, hard, fast, and Sasuke’s voice in his ear, the rope still tangled in their feet, Sasuke’s sword jutting uncomfortably into his side. Two and a half years and blood staining his mouth, staining under Sasuke’s fingernails, and Sasuke, angry, bitter, broken, coming under his hands.
Naruto was going to take Sasuke back.
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Started/Finished: 06.01.2006
Notes: 1) I fail at writing smut. 2) Will probably continue the teacher AU some other time. 3) Sasuke is hot. 4) YOU SHOULD WRITE NARUSASU PORN. Yes, you. 5) Sasuke is hot. 6) There wasn't supposed to be the whole bit at the beginning. It was supposed to all smut and nothing but. 7) I fail at PWPs because I had to somehow justify to myself why Naruto and Sasuke were all of a sudden alone together. 8) Sasuke is hot. 9) Naruto/Sasuke is hot. 10) ...yes, Sasuke is still hot.
Naruto, NaruSasu, R, 1286 words
Sasuke may do things on a whim but Naruto doesn't.
Because the mistress kasugai_gummie demanded porn and I only live to serve. (Also because she owes me some HanaRu porn. ::stares accusingly::) ♥, babe.
SPOILERS FOR 309.
Caprice
by meitachi
“I can’t believe you let me get into your head,” Sasuke said, crossing his arms. He stared at Naruto, hard. “I thought you got stronger, moron.”
Naruto put a hand to the back of his head and shrugged. “You sealed Kyuubi for me,” he said. “Thanks.” He didn’t really mind Sasuke being in his head, either. In a way, it was only a physical manifestation of how the other boy had been in his thoughts these past two and a half years. Hell, Sasuke had been in his head when they were in Team 7 together; Naruto was hard-pressed to think of a time after graduation from the Academy when Sasuke hadn’t always occupied some small part of his mind. Mostly by being a bastard Naruto wanted desperately to show up at first, of course, and then a bastard Naruto was going to drag back from Sound no matter what it took because this was a bastard Naruto cared about.
He eyed Sasuke, who was standing a few feet away, looking at him with that blank face, eyes dark with just this side of contempt.
Naruto wasn’t quite sure why he cared, sometimes.
“I didn’t do it for you.” Sasuke’s voice was cold and indifferent. “All it means is that you’ll have less chakra to draw on in a fight. I’ve made you weaker.”
Naruto gritted his teeth. Sasuke was still as much a bastard as ever. He had also, admittedly, grown much more powerful. His Sharingan-he hadn’t been able to see inside Naruto’s consciousness before, hadn’t seen the Kyuubi before. Now that he’d trained with Orochimaru, however, it was obvious that Naruto couldn’t fully measure the extent of Sasuke’s powers anymore. He felt a little sick when he thought about how willing Sasuke was to give up everything for vengeance, even his own life. He’d be damned if he let that happen.
His eyes refocused on Sasuke. “On a whim, right?” His grin was fast, feral, and utterly false. “Or did you plan it out ahead, Sasuke? Took the time to think about me?”
The corners of Sasuke’s mouth tightened and Naruto crowed a silent victory. He could still get to the bastard. Good.
“It will only make me easier to kill you.” Sharingan flared in his eyes. “Which I will.” He reached for his sword again, which he had sheathed earlier.
Yamato, Sakura, and Sai had gone on ahead, in pursuit of Orochimaru and Kabuto and Sasuke, or so they thought. Naruto had sent a clone with them and stayed behind, staring at the devastation and hating himself, hating Sasuke, hating Orochimaru and Sound and Itachi most of all. He’d ducked and rolled away mere seconds before Sasuke’s sword had arced through the air where he’d been standing before.
They’d stared at each other, red eyes to blue, two boys who’d been something like friends but never quite enemies. Sasuke hadn’t seemed to be in any particular rush to kill Naruto and had put his sword away, gaze still resting on Naruto, measuring, perhaps evaluating if Naruto was even worth bothering with.
Naruto knew better. Sasuke didn’t act on whims, whatever he said.
“You didn’t do it then,” Naruto hissed, moving in the blink of an eye to stand before Sasuke, mere inches apart. He didn’t doubt it was only because Sasuke allowed it; otherwise he’d be missing a limb or at least be sporting a bloody slash across his torso. “You won’t do it now.” He leaned in close and Sasuke didn’t blink.
“Don’t challenge me, Naruto,” he said, voice cool.
Lies. Naruto didn’t have Sharingan but he could see the red fire behind the spinning wheels; he could see the truth for himself. Sasuke had never been able to just ignore Naruto. There was always, always something, even if it was hatred or disgust.
“I will bring you back,” Naruto promised in a dark, low voice as he moved closer and slid his right hand over the hard, warm flesh of Sasuke’s exposed chest. He jerked at the loosely tied rope looped around Sasuke’s waist with his left, leaning forward to press their mouths together in a fierce, messy kiss. Teeth and blood and then Sasuke’s shirt was wide open and he was fisting his hands in Naruto’s hair, painfully, pulling against Naruto’s scalp.
Sasuke bit his mouth and Naruto winced, shoving Sasuke back against the rock wall roughly, hearing the clatter of the sword as it was pressed between the rock and Sasuke’s spine. His nails were scraping down Sasuke’s chest, leaving long red marks, and deep inside him, muted, was Kyuubi’s rising interest.
“Fuck,” panted Sasuke and Naruto felt the heat low in his belly.
He shoved a knee between Sasuke’s legs, hands clawing against the loose fabric of Sasuke’s shirt, ripping it off with all the grace he could. Fingers were digging hard into his arms-he could feel bruises forming-and Sasuke had pulled his mouth away to scrape his teeth down Naruto’s neck, vicious when he bit and no less gentle when he sucked on the abused skin. His hips were pressed tightly against Naruto’s, rocking, and now his fingers had slipped up under Naruto’s jacket, hot and calloused against Naruto’s back.
There was a loud, relentless pounding in Naruto’s head, throbbing with each thrust of his hips against Sasuke’s, with each clench of Sasuke’s fingers against his skin, nails ragged and drawing blood. He wasn’t getting enough air and Sasuke’s mouth was on his throat and all Naruto could think was that it would be too easy to kill him now.
He growled, ripping himself away, to stare at Sasuke, leaning bruised and marked and panting against the wall, red eyes flaring and legs spread wide.
Naruto’s blood ran hot through his veins when Sasuke looked at him from under his disarrayed bangs and licked his lips.
Nothing. No words. Naruto threw himself back against the other boy, cracking Sasuke’s skull against the wall with a grunt of satisfaction. He scrabbled madly at the rope and tugged it off completely, letting it drop to tangle in their feet. He gripped Sasuke’s bared shoulders, slicked his tongue into Sasuke’s mouth, and rubbed.
A low, hoarse sound emitted from Sasuke’s throat. Naruto felt his breath grow shorter as the worst failure in his life arched against him, hips rocking frantically.
His hand skated over pale skin and dived into the dark cloth that was crumpled, barely clinging to Sasuke’s hips, and closed around Sasuke’s erection.
There was no mistaking the moan this time. Naruto breathed out hard through his nose and managed a feral grin, humorless.
“Fuck,” Sasuke grunted again, his voice strained. Sharingan was swirling wildly in his eyes and he looked close to losing control, flushed and breathing hard and gritting his teeth against the sounds that escaped as he thrust against Naruto’s hand. His head was bent back, banging painfully against the rock with each shudder that rocked him. He yanked Naruto’s hair. “Move!”
Naruto’s heart was beating too fast as he moved his hand, too fast, too rough, over Sasuke’s cock. “Shut up,” he said, the heat against his palm and his fingers drugging his sanity, “shut up.” He shoved harder against Sasuke, until he could feel his hand and Sasuke against his straining erection as well. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. He was going to take Sasuke back.
Hot, hard, fast, and Sasuke’s voice in his ear, the rope still tangled in their feet, Sasuke’s sword jutting uncomfortably into his side. Two and a half years and blood staining his mouth, staining under Sasuke’s fingernails, and Sasuke, angry, bitter, broken, coming under his hands.
Naruto was going to take Sasuke back.
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Started/Finished: 06.01.2006
Notes: 1) I fail at writing smut. 2) Will probably continue the teacher AU some other time. 3) Sasuke is hot. 4) YOU SHOULD WRITE NARUSASU PORN. Yes, you. 5) Sasuke is hot. 6) There wasn't supposed to be the whole bit at the beginning. It was supposed to all smut and nothing but. 7) I fail at PWPs because I had to somehow justify to myself why Naruto and Sasuke were all of a sudden alone together. 8) Sasuke is hot. 9) Naruto/Sasuke is hot. 10) ...yes, Sasuke is still hot.