Naruto: Seduction (NaruSasu, R)
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The mission had been hard and messy and tiring, and as he slid the key into the lock of the flat he shared with Sasuke, Naruto contemplated that he’d like nothing more than to take a shower, scarf down some cup-ramen, and then pester his not-boyfriend until the adrenaline wore off enough that he could sleep.
Which was why he was kind of shocked when, upon entering the house and greeting Sasuke, the Uchiha’s first response was to get up from his chair and head straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
‘Shit,’ Naruto cursed, silently. ‘Wonder what he’s pissed off about this time?’
The sound of the shower was heard a second later, and Naruto looked ruefully at his mud-streaked hands and vest and itched at the dried sweat that was matting his bangs to his forehead. Whatever Sasuke was mad about, he hoped he’d get over it in time for Naruto to grab a shower himself.
He stripped off his weapons pack and vest, chucking both of them into the laundry room to clean later, then he went into the kitchen and scrubbed his hands and face free of the grime as best he could. On the table was one slightly cold cup of broth and noodles and Naruto brightened at the sight of it.
‘Sasuke kept dinner for me,’ he thought, happily scooping a pair of chopsticks from the drawer and digging in. As he chewed and slurped the salty noodles and broth, he wandered into the main hallway, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Maybe he’s pissed because the mission took longer than I said it would,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. It was ridiculous to think about, because they both knew that there was no point in counting on a mission to end at a specific time. Sometimes shit happened, and you had to deal with it. It was part of being a ninja.
Then again, it was Sasuke. And Sasuke could get pissed for the silliest reasons: like the time Naruto had left his dirty dishes in the sink instead of rinsing them and stacking them neatly back into the cupboard again; or when he’d invited Lee, Kiba, and Chouji over for a Guy’s Night without asking him first. Although, Naruto was pretty sure that Sasuke wouldn’t have been half so angry if it hadn’t been for the fact that Lee had accidentally ingested some of the special liqueur chocolates that he’d brought back from Rock Country to give Sakura-chan.
Replacing all their furniture and fixing that one wall had been time-consuming and expensive and it had taken Naruto a while to get back into Sasuke’s…well, not good graces. More like his I-don’t-want-to-kill-you-as-soon-as-I-look-at-you graces.
But being mad because he was a few hours later than he said he’d be in coming back from a mission? That was extreme, even for Sasuke.
Dumping the empty cup into the trash, Naruto sat down against the wall across from the bathroom and jiggled his leg impatiently. It had been at least fifteen minutes since Sasuke had turned on the shower. How much time was he planning on spending in there anyway?
Another five minutes rolled by and Naruto was starting to feel a little pissed off as well. What right did Sasuke have to be mad at him anyway? He’d been out doing his job, working to pay half the rent for god’s sake! He’d been out slogging around in the dirt and heat, pulling some moronic diplomats out of trouble each and every time they decided to try and get themselves killed. He’d made it to Hanasaki Village with all persons in his party accounted for and no critical injuries, and then he’d made it back to Konoha in one piece. What more did Sasuke want from him?
Ten minutes, and Naruto began to thump his foot against the wall, expression turning sour.
“You’d better not be using up all the hot water in there Sasuke, or I’ll kick your ass,” he yelled through the wood panelling.
Two seconds after that, the door swung open violently and a bucket sailed through the air, hitting Naruto on the shoulder and sending freezing cold water cascading down his shirtfront and into his lap. He sat there, mouth open in a wordless cry, as a towel wrapped Sasuke stomped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, eyes glaring daggers.
He made it to just inside the bedroom door before Naruto tackled him and dragged him back out into the hallway by his ankles. Twisting to dodge the vicious punch Sasuke sent whistling towards his face, Naruto grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him to the floor, jabbing his knee up into Sasuke’s ribs.
“What the hell Sasuke?” he shouted, moving his chin up quickly as Sasuke jerked upwards for a head-but. “What the fuck’s your problem?”
“My problem is you, idiot,” Sasuke snarled back, landing a kick on the back of Naruto’s thigh, which he took with a wince and a growl. “Let me go!”
“You know what? I don’t freaking understand you at all. I come home from a tough mission and all I want to do is shower and go to bed, and there’s you acting all pissy and taking all the hot water, and then acting like I did something wrong. Screw you, Sasuke!” Naruto said, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of Sasuke’s wrists for a second before letting go entirely and rolling off the other boy.
The towel that had already been loose around Sasuke’s waist decided to catch on the button of Naruto’s pants as he rolled, stripping the Uchiha in one quick movement. Angry as he was, Naruto felt his eyes automatically drop to Sasuke’s exposed groin, like a reflex when faced with any possibility of catching the Uchiha naked when they weren’t having sex.
He saw something that made him choke in surprise as Sasuke hastily pulled the towel back over his lap. Sasuke was half-hard. His mouth dropped open and a flush rose to Sasuke’s cheeks and across his neck in response to Naruto’s stare.
“S-Sasuke, you…”
“Shut up.”
Sasuke was struggling to stand while still keeping both hands securely around the towel, the blush threatening to travel all the way down his chest. He was up on his knees until Naruto knocked him to the ground again, this time ripping the towel free before pinning his hands above his head.
“Naruto,” Sasuke growled dangerously, “get off.”
He grinned and bent to trail his tongue over the droplets of water still glistening on Sasuke’s chest, lapping them up into his mouth with slow, teasing strokes.
“Sure,” he agreed, placing a knee in between Sasuke’s legs.
It took a few deep kisses, a thorough exploration of the wet redness of Sasuke’s mouth with his tongue, before Sasuke slowly spread his legs wide enough for Naruto to cradle his still clothed hips against him.
The rub of the rough, wet cloth of his pants against Sasuke’s naked skin made both of them groan out loud, and Naruto began to rock against him gently, teeth and tongue still marking out the territory of Sasuke’s neck and chest.
“You know what Sasuke?” he said, between licks. “You really stink at seduction.”
He felt hands scrabble at the hem of his shirt and sat back long enough to remove it, chucking it into the hallway somewhere. With his wrists now free, Sasuke reached up to draw his nails down Naruto’s chest, dragging them sharply over a nipple, making him gasp.
“If you weren’t so much of an idiot you would have gotten the message before I had to throw a bucket at your empty head,” Sasuke muttered back.
Well, there was only one way to respond to something like that.
“A-ah-”
Naruto was extremely satisfied with the way he could make Sasuke writhe with just the right circular motion of his thumb on the head of Sasuke’s cock. He started to wrap his palm around him when Sasuke’s fingers on his wrist stopped him. He looked up, puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
Sasuke’s breathing was just a touch erratic, but he still managed to sound mocking as he peered up at him.
“Weren’t you saying that all you wanted was to shower and then sleep?”
“Well, you used up all the hot water anyway, so the shower will have to wait. And I’m not really as tired as I thought I was…” Naruto grinned. “But we can go to bed right now if you’d rather.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Sasuke pushed Naruto off him and stood up, turning on his heel to walk straight into the bedroom. Naruto crouched on the floor, watching his hips move with a smirk.
“You coming, idiot?”
Naruto followed immediately, smirk widening into a full-blown leer.
“I’d better be.”
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fin.
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The mission had been hard and messy and tiring, and as he slid the key into the lock of the flat he shared with Sasuke, Naruto contemplated that he’d like nothing more than to take a shower, scarf down some cup-ramen, and then pester his not-boyfriend until the adrenaline wore off enough that he could sleep.
Which was why he was kind of shocked when, upon entering the house and greeting Sasuke, the Uchiha’s first response was to get up from his chair and head straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
‘Shit,’ Naruto cursed, silently. ‘Wonder what he’s pissed off about this time?’
The sound of the shower was heard a second later, and Naruto looked ruefully at his mud-streaked hands and vest and itched at the dried sweat that was matting his bangs to his forehead. Whatever Sasuke was mad about, he hoped he’d get over it in time for Naruto to grab a shower himself.
He stripped off his weapons pack and vest, chucking both of them into the laundry room to clean later, then he went into the kitchen and scrubbed his hands and face free of the grime as best he could. On the table was one slightly cold cup of broth and noodles and Naruto brightened at the sight of it.
‘Sasuke kept dinner for me,’ he thought, happily scooping a pair of chopsticks from the drawer and digging in. As he chewed and slurped the salty noodles and broth, he wandered into the main hallway, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Maybe he’s pissed because the mission took longer than I said it would,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. It was ridiculous to think about, because they both knew that there was no point in counting on a mission to end at a specific time. Sometimes shit happened, and you had to deal with it. It was part of being a ninja.
Then again, it was Sasuke. And Sasuke could get pissed for the silliest reasons: like the time Naruto had left his dirty dishes in the sink instead of rinsing them and stacking them neatly back into the cupboard again; or when he’d invited Lee, Kiba, and Chouji over for a Guy’s Night without asking him first. Although, Naruto was pretty sure that Sasuke wouldn’t have been half so angry if it hadn’t been for the fact that Lee had accidentally ingested some of the special liqueur chocolates that he’d brought back from Rock Country to give Sakura-chan.
Replacing all their furniture and fixing that one wall had been time-consuming and expensive and it had taken Naruto a while to get back into Sasuke’s…well, not good graces. More like his I-don’t-want-to-kill-you-as-soon-as-I-look-at-you graces.
But being mad because he was a few hours later than he said he’d be in coming back from a mission? That was extreme, even for Sasuke.
Dumping the empty cup into the trash, Naruto sat down against the wall across from the bathroom and jiggled his leg impatiently. It had been at least fifteen minutes since Sasuke had turned on the shower. How much time was he planning on spending in there anyway?
Another five minutes rolled by and Naruto was starting to feel a little pissed off as well. What right did Sasuke have to be mad at him anyway? He’d been out doing his job, working to pay half the rent for god’s sake! He’d been out slogging around in the dirt and heat, pulling some moronic diplomats out of trouble each and every time they decided to try and get themselves killed. He’d made it to Hanasaki Village with all persons in his party accounted for and no critical injuries, and then he’d made it back to Konoha in one piece. What more did Sasuke want from him?
Ten minutes, and Naruto began to thump his foot against the wall, expression turning sour.
“You’d better not be using up all the hot water in there Sasuke, or I’ll kick your ass,” he yelled through the wood panelling.
Two seconds after that, the door swung open violently and a bucket sailed through the air, hitting Naruto on the shoulder and sending freezing cold water cascading down his shirtfront and into his lap. He sat there, mouth open in a wordless cry, as a towel wrapped Sasuke stomped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, eyes glaring daggers.
He made it to just inside the bedroom door before Naruto tackled him and dragged him back out into the hallway by his ankles. Twisting to dodge the vicious punch Sasuke sent whistling towards his face, Naruto grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him to the floor, jabbing his knee up into Sasuke’s ribs.
“What the hell Sasuke?” he shouted, moving his chin up quickly as Sasuke jerked upwards for a head-but. “What the fuck’s your problem?”
“My problem is you, idiot,” Sasuke snarled back, landing a kick on the back of Naruto’s thigh, which he took with a wince and a growl. “Let me go!”
“You know what? I don’t freaking understand you at all. I come home from a tough mission and all I want to do is shower and go to bed, and there’s you acting all pissy and taking all the hot water, and then acting like I did something wrong. Screw you, Sasuke!” Naruto said, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of Sasuke’s wrists for a second before letting go entirely and rolling off the other boy.
The towel that had already been loose around Sasuke’s waist decided to catch on the button of Naruto’s pants as he rolled, stripping the Uchiha in one quick movement. Angry as he was, Naruto felt his eyes automatically drop to Sasuke’s exposed groin, like a reflex when faced with any possibility of catching the Uchiha naked when they weren’t having sex.
He saw something that made him choke in surprise as Sasuke hastily pulled the towel back over his lap. Sasuke was half-hard. His mouth dropped open and a flush rose to Sasuke’s cheeks and across his neck in response to Naruto’s stare.
“S-Sasuke, you…”
“Shut up.”
Sasuke was struggling to stand while still keeping both hands securely around the towel, the blush threatening to travel all the way down his chest. He was up on his knees until Naruto knocked him to the ground again, this time ripping the towel free before pinning his hands above his head.
“Naruto,” Sasuke growled dangerously, “get off.”
He grinned and bent to trail his tongue over the droplets of water still glistening on Sasuke’s chest, lapping them up into his mouth with slow, teasing strokes.
“Sure,” he agreed, placing a knee in between Sasuke’s legs.
It took a few deep kisses, a thorough exploration of the wet redness of Sasuke’s mouth with his tongue, before Sasuke slowly spread his legs wide enough for Naruto to cradle his still clothed hips against him.
The rub of the rough, wet cloth of his pants against Sasuke’s naked skin made both of them groan out loud, and Naruto began to rock against him gently, teeth and tongue still marking out the territory of Sasuke’s neck and chest.
“You know what Sasuke?” he said, between licks. “You really stink at seduction.”
He felt hands scrabble at the hem of his shirt and sat back long enough to remove it, chucking it into the hallway somewhere. With his wrists now free, Sasuke reached up to draw his nails down Naruto’s chest, dragging them sharply over a nipple, making him gasp.
“If you weren’t so much of an idiot you would have gotten the message before I had to throw a bucket at your empty head,” Sasuke muttered back.
Well, there was only one way to respond to something like that.
“A-ah-”
Naruto was extremely satisfied with the way he could make Sasuke writhe with just the right circular motion of his thumb on the head of Sasuke’s cock. He started to wrap his palm around him when Sasuke’s fingers on his wrist stopped him. He looked up, puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
Sasuke’s breathing was just a touch erratic, but he still managed to sound mocking as he peered up at him.
“Weren’t you saying that all you wanted was to shower and then sleep?”
“Well, you used up all the hot water anyway, so the shower will have to wait. And I’m not really as tired as I thought I was…” Naruto grinned. “But we can go to bed right now if you’d rather.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Sasuke pushed Naruto off him and stood up, turning on his heel to walk straight into the bedroom. Naruto crouched on the floor, watching his hips move with a smirk.
“You coming, idiot?”
Naruto followed immediately, smirk widening into a full-blown leer.
“I’d better be.”
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fin.
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