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Orochimaru orders the attendant in charge of Suigetsu to escort him to the unit containing his other subjects, confident that Suigetsu isn’t going anywhere. He beckons Sasuke as well, and Suigestu thinks this is it and looks over to see the boy staring at him.
“No” Sasuke says, dismissing Orochimaru’s orders entirely. “I’ve seen it all before. There’s nothing for me to gain here. Just hurry up and finish.”
Annoyance flickers across Orochimaru’s face, but he allows Sasuke’s disrespect to slide and leaves Suigetsu alone to be scrutinized under those unnervingly black eyes.
“So,” Suigetsu says after a moment, smirking and revealing rows of inhumanly sharp teeth. “Uchiha Sasuke. I’ve heard so much about you”
Sasuke continues to stare, and there’s something knowing in those eyes, but Suigetsu can’t quite grasp what it is that Sasuke knows. He hates anyone having the upper hand. Never mind being a prisoner, he isn’t going to let some prissy boy lord over him like this. He makes a show of eyeing Sasuke up and down.
“I can see why you’re his favorite. Rumor has it that he likes the pretty boys. Otherwise you’d be caged down here with the rest of us. Lucky you.”
“Hozuki Suigetsu.” Suigetsu meets Sasuke’s eyes again and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of red irises staring back at him. “Even if I don’t alert them of your escape, you won’t get far in this state.”
Suigetsu tenses, now recognizing what the look before was all about. No point in pretending he supposes. His wrists liquefy and he melts through the cuffs holding him down, solidifying once he is free of his bonds. He sits up, never once breaking eye contact with the other boy.
“I guess your looks aren’t the only reason he chose you,” he says. Sasuke’s eyes return to their darkened state. Suigetsu doubts he’s strong enough to defeat anyone who could so easily see through his charade, but the alternative is recapture and increased security. He may have lost his one chance, and if that’s the case, he’ll settle for fucking up his enemy as much as possible before he dies.
With that thought in mind, Suigetsu rushes at Sasuke, his arms lengthening into water tendrils and wrapping around Sasuke’s body in a deadly embrace. Their faces are inches apart, and Sasuke still looks as impassive as ever.
Suigetsu has to give Orochimaru credit for his taste in men. There’s an undeniably sexy quality to Sasuke’s flawless alabaster skin and the contrast of hard eyes against such soft features. Underneath that deceptively frail body lies strength that would elicit anyone’s lust, and Suigetsu finds his eyes wandering, drawn to a long, pale neck and the curse seal on Sasuke’s shoulder peaking out beneath his loose collar. He can’t resist the urge to lean forward and playfully swipe his tongue up the side of Sasuke’s throat.
“What do you hope to accomplish with this?” Sasuke asks. Sasuke remains unperturbed, and Suigetsu has the unsettling thought that Sasuke may be used to this kind of thing. He keeps this thought to himself and laughs against Sasuke’s jaw.
“I’m not stupid. You’ll kill me before I reach ground level if I run, so I figure I’ll just make the best of things and play with you a bit before it comes to that.” He tightens his hold on Sasuke and sinks his teeth in Sasuke’s neck. The bite isn’t near fatal and it isn’t meant to be. He breaks skin and tastes blood. Sasuke doesn’t even flinch when Suigetsu sucks at the wound he’s inflicted, and Suigetsu would be more insulted if he didn’t find the difficulty of earning a reaction from Sasuke so damn arousing.
“I have an alternative,” Sasuke says, and Suigetsu murmurs against his throat with interest.
“What’s that?”
“If you can survive long enough here, I’ll come back for you when the time comes.”
“When the…” Suigetsu pulls back and cocks his head to the side, not really sure what Sasuke’s getting at. He releases his hold on him and returns to his human shape, chuckling uncertainly. “What? Are you planning to rebel?”
“Your abilities are valuable to me. There is little left that Orochimaru can teach me, and when he is no longer of use I will dispose of him.” Suigetsu can’t believe what he’s hearing. Why in the hell would Sasuke tell him any of this unless…
He needs me
Suigetsu is privately flattered that someone so obviously more powerful than himself would so highly of his talents. He shrugs and smiles.
“What the hell? S’not like I got much choice.”
Sasuke smirks, and Suigetsu considers the response a personal win, even when the guards storm in and drag him down, and Sasuke turns away, pulling his collar over the mark Suigetsu’s left on him.
“See ya ‘round. Sasuke.”
I’m looking forward to it
***
I thought that was you…so you actually defeated Orochimaru then…
Yeah. Forget that though. Let’s get you out of here
***
Suigetsu spreads his legs out in front of him, his newly acquired sword lying across his knees. He polishes the blade and admires its silver sheen when metal catches the light of the moon. Across from him, Sasuke sits cross-legged, arms resting in his lap and eyes closed in what Suigetsu assumes is some sort of meditative state. Since Sasuke wields a much smaller sword, it didn’t take him as long to complete his maintenance on it. Suigetsu had hoped Sasuke would explain the details of this ‘plan’ of his that requires Suigetsu’s assistance, but typical Sasuke retreats into his own head as if Suigetsu isn’t even there. Glaring at his unresponsive companion, Suigetsu decides that he doesn’t much care for Sasuke.
Once satisfied with the quality of his blade, Suigetsu stands up and plants his sword into the dirt beside him so he can stretch his arms and legs. He lets out a relieved sigh when his back pops and grins down at Sasuke only to find him in the exact same position. Really, ever since Sasuke broke Suigetsu out of Orochimaru’s lab he’s barely said a word. In Suigetsu’s opinion, he has put more than his share of effort into being civil towards Sasuke, and yet Sasuke continues to blatantly ignore him and walk around with this high and mighty attitude that is really starting to get on his nerves. Sasuke acts like he’s in charge when in fact, Suigetsu only agreed to accompany Sasuke because he knows that sticking close to the Uchiha will land him the greatest opportunities to retrieve rare swords.
Sandals pad softly against the ground. The sound is easily detectable to a ninja so Suigetsu knows that Sasuke hears him when he steps into his personal space, and he’s close enough that Sasuke is able to sense his presence. The fact that Sasuke remains just as still and silent as before prompts Suigetsu to nudge him in the knee with the toe of his shoe. A small crease forms in Sasuke’s brow and he slowly opens his eyes and gives Suigetsu an irritated look.
“What?”
Suigetsu frowns and crouches down so that they are eyelevel.
“Just in case you misunderstood me before,” he says, and Sasuke’s eyes narrow just slightly. “I’m only here because it conveniences me, so don’t go thinking you’re the boss just because you helped me out back there and I owe you one.” Suigetu plops down in front of Sasuke and leans forward. “You still haven’t even told me what it is you need me for anyway.”
Sasuke closes his eyes and lets a breath out through his nose.
“I’ll tell you when the time comes.”
“Yeah. Right.” Suigetsu snorts. Honestly, Suigetsu has his own suspicion as to why Sasuke would come to him and it doesn’t really matter to him if Sasuke confirms what he already knows now or later. He just hates that untouchable aura the guy has around him, like he’s so completely unthreatened by anyone and everyone, including Suigetsu. That’s what Suigetsu can’t stand. Sure, he was impressed that Sasuke’s heart didn’t even skip a beat when he’d had him at a disadvantage that one time before, and maybe Suigetsu’s heart did skip a beat at the way Sasuke had seen right through him the first time they’d met, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t still frustrated by the guy’s indifference towards him.
Thinking back on their previous encounters, Suigetsu finds himself staring down at the spot where his teeth had marred Sasuke’s neck. Even in the faint light of the moon and stars, Suigetsu can make out the smooth, white welts of scar tissue. He doesn’t realize that he’s reaching out until he finds his fingers caught in the crushing hold of Sasuke’s hand. Sasuke’s eyes aren’t red tinted as Suigetsu remembers them, but their intensity sends a shiver of excitement up Suigetsu’s spine just the same. He bares his teeth in a sly grin, all-too-pleased to have Sasuke’s attention on him.
“Don’t make a nuisance of yourself, Suigetsu,” Sasuke warns, and Suigetsu traces the opening of Sasuke’s yukata his free hand until his fingers brush against His mark.
“You didn’t seem to mind me touching you before,” he says, and he bites back a wince when Sasuke’s squeezes down on his fingers hard enough to break bones.
“I had matters to discuss with you. That was my highest priority at the time. If you prove to be more trouble than you’re worth-”
“Chill out,” Suigetsu says, and the hand in Sasuke’s grip melts away and reforms at Sasuke’s hip. “Stop being so damn uptight. If you want me to work with you, you should try being nicer to me.” He slips his other hand underneath the collar of Sasuke’s shirt and pushes the sleeve down, and now Sasuke is the same as that first time. He’s stiff and expressionless as Suigetsu kisses the curve of his shoulder. Again, Suigetsu wonders how often Sasuke has stood motionless under the hands of another to get what he wants. Maybe he should feel guilty when that thought doesn’t stop him. Then again, it’s not like Suigetsu ever claimed to be a good person.
He nips along Sasuke’s clavicle, kissing the tender flesh at the base of his throat. His hands set to work untying the rope around Sasuke’s waist and he leans further into him, pushing him down on his back so that Suigetsu’s body drapes over him. With the rope loose enough to undo the fly of Sasuke’s pants, Suigetsu props himself up on his elbows and surveys his work. Sasuke watches him, seemingly unaffected by his current position. His eyes are so black that Suigetsu can’t tell if Sasuke is looking at him or through him, and the possibility of the latter being the case aggravates him more than it should.
“So,” Suigetsu says. “How many times did you lay on your back for Orochimaru, hm? It’s no secret how people moved up in the ranks around there, and why people like Karin get to play watch dog while I was locked up in a test tube. I wonder… You were his favorite, Sasuke.”
“It meant nothing,” Sasuke deadpans. “This is the same.” Suigetsu laughs, the sound both bitter and amused.
“That’s pretty damn cold,” he says, and he tilts his head to the side and slides his mouth down Sasuke’s neck, his jagged teeth scraping scars as he licks and sucks at His wound. Suigetsu snakes a hand beneath the waistline of Sasuke’s pants, fingertips brushing through the coarse hair between Sasuke’s thighs until they meet smooth, naked flesh. Then he drags his nails back up again, tickling and scratching, and he can feel the muscle in Sasuke’s neck tighten against his lips. Suigetsu releases Sasuke’s neck with a wet smack. The imprints of his teeth stand out, swollen and bright white against the dark purple-blue bruise forming on Sasuke’s neck. He peppers kisses along Sasuke’s tense jaw and wraps his fingers around Sasuke gradually hardening cock. Sasuke presses his lips firmly together, but Suigetsu can feel every sound Sasuke suppresses vibrating in Sasuke’s throat and chest. Sasuke’s breath quickens. His nostrils flare. Suigetsu strokes him, tracing a finger up the shaft to massage the head of Sasuke’s cock in slow circles. He glances up from nibbling the underside of Sasuke’s chin and watches how Sasuke closes his eyes and strains to keep his face relaxed despite the sensation racking through his body.
Suigetsu smirks, and Sasuke’s eyes suddenly snap open, irises an angry blood red. His face twists, lips curl back, and his short, quick breaths whistle in and out between clenched teeth. He lashes out, fisting a hand in the front of Suigetsu’s shirt and yanking him forward so that they are eye-to-eye and their lips are just barely touching. Suigetsu moves to close the distance between them, but Sasuke jerks his head to the side and glares at him out of the corner of his eye. He bucks his hips once to remind Suigetsu of what he should be focusing on, and fuck if Sasuke isn’t trying to boss him around again.
Suigetsu gives Sasuke’s cock a good squeeze and Sasuke swallows down a gurgled moan, tossing his head back into the ground and resuming his harsh, nasal breathing. Suigetsu is on his neck again, sucking and biting, until Sasuke arches up; heels digging groves into the dirt and mouth open wide in a muted scream. Suigetsu sits back just enough to savor the completely uninhibited expression on Sasuke’s face when he comes. The moment lasts for only a few seconds before the walls close in again, and disregarding the acceleration of his breathing, the discoloration of his neck, and the fact that his cock his hanging out under his cum-stained shirt, Sasuke appears just as unfazed by the world as always.
Sasuke sit ups, unceremoniously shoving Suigetsu aside as he tucks himself back in his pants. Suigetsu simply stares at the mechanical way in which Sasuke rearranges his clothing and pretends as if nothing happened.
“Hey Sasuke,” Suigetsu says, voice low and somewhat breathless. Sasuke turns his head to him, eyes unreadable, and Suigetsu attempts to kiss Sasuke again only to have his lips collide with the palm of Sasuke’s hand.
“That’s enough.”
Suigetsu grins into Sasuke’s hand
“Easy for you to say. You got off.” Suigetsu catches the slight downturn of Sasuke’s mouth and the hardly noticeable way Sasuke hunches in on himself. Whether it’s a subtle accomplished smirk, a silent scream of passion, or the tiniest hint of discomfort, just knowing he’s the cause is enough to appease Suigetsu, at least for the time being.
Suigetsu presses the issue of Sasuke returning the favor until a wave of murderous intent informs him that playtime is over. “Fine, fine,” he grumbles, limping away so he can relieve himself on his own.
He stops on the edge of the campground and considers something.
“Hey,” he calls over his shoulder. “I’m not planning on going anywhere for a while, so you don’t actually have to sell yourself to buy my loyalty.”
“Hn,” Sasuke replies.
“Besides,” Suigetsu adds, smiling lecherously. “I’d rather fuck you for free.”
Sasuke casts a death glare his way but doesn’t quite manage to subdue the blush that darkens his cheeks. Suigetsu snickers and thinks that perhaps traveling with Sasuke isn’t going to be so bad after all, even if it does mean he’ll have to deal with Juugo and that bitch Karin. He focuses on the mental image of Sasuke writhing in pleasure beneath him instead and jerks his cock with the hope that sooner or later, Sasuke will take him up on his offer and make his fantasy a reality.
It's just a matter of time.
“No” Sasuke says, dismissing Orochimaru’s orders entirely. “I’ve seen it all before. There’s nothing for me to gain here. Just hurry up and finish.”
Annoyance flickers across Orochimaru’s face, but he allows Sasuke’s disrespect to slide and leaves Suigetsu alone to be scrutinized under those unnervingly black eyes.
“So,” Suigetsu says after a moment, smirking and revealing rows of inhumanly sharp teeth. “Uchiha Sasuke. I’ve heard so much about you”
Sasuke continues to stare, and there’s something knowing in those eyes, but Suigetsu can’t quite grasp what it is that Sasuke knows. He hates anyone having the upper hand. Never mind being a prisoner, he isn’t going to let some prissy boy lord over him like this. He makes a show of eyeing Sasuke up and down.
“I can see why you’re his favorite. Rumor has it that he likes the pretty boys. Otherwise you’d be caged down here with the rest of us. Lucky you.”
“Hozuki Suigetsu.” Suigetsu meets Sasuke’s eyes again and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of red irises staring back at him. “Even if I don’t alert them of your escape, you won’t get far in this state.”
Suigetsu tenses, now recognizing what the look before was all about. No point in pretending he supposes. His wrists liquefy and he melts through the cuffs holding him down, solidifying once he is free of his bonds. He sits up, never once breaking eye contact with the other boy.
“I guess your looks aren’t the only reason he chose you,” he says. Sasuke’s eyes return to their darkened state. Suigetsu doubts he’s strong enough to defeat anyone who could so easily see through his charade, but the alternative is recapture and increased security. He may have lost his one chance, and if that’s the case, he’ll settle for fucking up his enemy as much as possible before he dies.
With that thought in mind, Suigetsu rushes at Sasuke, his arms lengthening into water tendrils and wrapping around Sasuke’s body in a deadly embrace. Their faces are inches apart, and Sasuke still looks as impassive as ever.
Suigetsu has to give Orochimaru credit for his taste in men. There’s an undeniably sexy quality to Sasuke’s flawless alabaster skin and the contrast of hard eyes against such soft features. Underneath that deceptively frail body lies strength that would elicit anyone’s lust, and Suigetsu finds his eyes wandering, drawn to a long, pale neck and the curse seal on Sasuke’s shoulder peaking out beneath his loose collar. He can’t resist the urge to lean forward and playfully swipe his tongue up the side of Sasuke’s throat.
“What do you hope to accomplish with this?” Sasuke asks. Sasuke remains unperturbed, and Suigetsu has the unsettling thought that Sasuke may be used to this kind of thing. He keeps this thought to himself and laughs against Sasuke’s jaw.
“I’m not stupid. You’ll kill me before I reach ground level if I run, so I figure I’ll just make the best of things and play with you a bit before it comes to that.” He tightens his hold on Sasuke and sinks his teeth in Sasuke’s neck. The bite isn’t near fatal and it isn’t meant to be. He breaks skin and tastes blood. Sasuke doesn’t even flinch when Suigetsu sucks at the wound he’s inflicted, and Suigetsu would be more insulted if he didn’t find the difficulty of earning a reaction from Sasuke so damn arousing.
“I have an alternative,” Sasuke says, and Suigetsu murmurs against his throat with interest.
“What’s that?”
“If you can survive long enough here, I’ll come back for you when the time comes.”
“When the…” Suigetsu pulls back and cocks his head to the side, not really sure what Sasuke’s getting at. He releases his hold on him and returns to his human shape, chuckling uncertainly. “What? Are you planning to rebel?”
“Your abilities are valuable to me. There is little left that Orochimaru can teach me, and when he is no longer of use I will dispose of him.” Suigetsu can’t believe what he’s hearing. Why in the hell would Sasuke tell him any of this unless…
He needs me
Suigetsu is privately flattered that someone so obviously more powerful than himself would so highly of his talents. He shrugs and smiles.
“What the hell? S’not like I got much choice.”
Sasuke smirks, and Suigetsu considers the response a personal win, even when the guards storm in and drag him down, and Sasuke turns away, pulling his collar over the mark Suigetsu’s left on him.
“See ya ‘round. Sasuke.”
I’m looking forward to it
***
I thought that was you…so you actually defeated Orochimaru then…
Yeah. Forget that though. Let’s get you out of here
***
Suigetsu spreads his legs out in front of him, his newly acquired sword lying across his knees. He polishes the blade and admires its silver sheen when metal catches the light of the moon. Across from him, Sasuke sits cross-legged, arms resting in his lap and eyes closed in what Suigetsu assumes is some sort of meditative state. Since Sasuke wields a much smaller sword, it didn’t take him as long to complete his maintenance on it. Suigetsu had hoped Sasuke would explain the details of this ‘plan’ of his that requires Suigetsu’s assistance, but typical Sasuke retreats into his own head as if Suigetsu isn’t even there. Glaring at his unresponsive companion, Suigetsu decides that he doesn’t much care for Sasuke.
Once satisfied with the quality of his blade, Suigetsu stands up and plants his sword into the dirt beside him so he can stretch his arms and legs. He lets out a relieved sigh when his back pops and grins down at Sasuke only to find him in the exact same position. Really, ever since Sasuke broke Suigetsu out of Orochimaru’s lab he’s barely said a word. In Suigetsu’s opinion, he has put more than his share of effort into being civil towards Sasuke, and yet Sasuke continues to blatantly ignore him and walk around with this high and mighty attitude that is really starting to get on his nerves. Sasuke acts like he’s in charge when in fact, Suigetsu only agreed to accompany Sasuke because he knows that sticking close to the Uchiha will land him the greatest opportunities to retrieve rare swords.
Sandals pad softly against the ground. The sound is easily detectable to a ninja so Suigetsu knows that Sasuke hears him when he steps into his personal space, and he’s close enough that Sasuke is able to sense his presence. The fact that Sasuke remains just as still and silent as before prompts Suigetsu to nudge him in the knee with the toe of his shoe. A small crease forms in Sasuke’s brow and he slowly opens his eyes and gives Suigetsu an irritated look.
“What?”
Suigetsu frowns and crouches down so that they are eyelevel.
“Just in case you misunderstood me before,” he says, and Sasuke’s eyes narrow just slightly. “I’m only here because it conveniences me, so don’t go thinking you’re the boss just because you helped me out back there and I owe you one.” Suigetu plops down in front of Sasuke and leans forward. “You still haven’t even told me what it is you need me for anyway.”
Sasuke closes his eyes and lets a breath out through his nose.
“I’ll tell you when the time comes.”
“Yeah. Right.” Suigetsu snorts. Honestly, Suigetsu has his own suspicion as to why Sasuke would come to him and it doesn’t really matter to him if Sasuke confirms what he already knows now or later. He just hates that untouchable aura the guy has around him, like he’s so completely unthreatened by anyone and everyone, including Suigetsu. That’s what Suigetsu can’t stand. Sure, he was impressed that Sasuke’s heart didn’t even skip a beat when he’d had him at a disadvantage that one time before, and maybe Suigetsu’s heart did skip a beat at the way Sasuke had seen right through him the first time they’d met, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t still frustrated by the guy’s indifference towards him.
Thinking back on their previous encounters, Suigetsu finds himself staring down at the spot where his teeth had marred Sasuke’s neck. Even in the faint light of the moon and stars, Suigetsu can make out the smooth, white welts of scar tissue. He doesn’t realize that he’s reaching out until he finds his fingers caught in the crushing hold of Sasuke’s hand. Sasuke’s eyes aren’t red tinted as Suigetsu remembers them, but their intensity sends a shiver of excitement up Suigetsu’s spine just the same. He bares his teeth in a sly grin, all-too-pleased to have Sasuke’s attention on him.
“Don’t make a nuisance of yourself, Suigetsu,” Sasuke warns, and Suigetsu traces the opening of Sasuke’s yukata his free hand until his fingers brush against His mark.
“You didn’t seem to mind me touching you before,” he says, and he bites back a wince when Sasuke’s squeezes down on his fingers hard enough to break bones.
“I had matters to discuss with you. That was my highest priority at the time. If you prove to be more trouble than you’re worth-”
“Chill out,” Suigetsu says, and the hand in Sasuke’s grip melts away and reforms at Sasuke’s hip. “Stop being so damn uptight. If you want me to work with you, you should try being nicer to me.” He slips his other hand underneath the collar of Sasuke’s shirt and pushes the sleeve down, and now Sasuke is the same as that first time. He’s stiff and expressionless as Suigetsu kisses the curve of his shoulder. Again, Suigetsu wonders how often Sasuke has stood motionless under the hands of another to get what he wants. Maybe he should feel guilty when that thought doesn’t stop him. Then again, it’s not like Suigetsu ever claimed to be a good person.
He nips along Sasuke’s clavicle, kissing the tender flesh at the base of his throat. His hands set to work untying the rope around Sasuke’s waist and he leans further into him, pushing him down on his back so that Suigetsu’s body drapes over him. With the rope loose enough to undo the fly of Sasuke’s pants, Suigetsu props himself up on his elbows and surveys his work. Sasuke watches him, seemingly unaffected by his current position. His eyes are so black that Suigetsu can’t tell if Sasuke is looking at him or through him, and the possibility of the latter being the case aggravates him more than it should.
“So,” Suigetsu says. “How many times did you lay on your back for Orochimaru, hm? It’s no secret how people moved up in the ranks around there, and why people like Karin get to play watch dog while I was locked up in a test tube. I wonder… You were his favorite, Sasuke.”
“It meant nothing,” Sasuke deadpans. “This is the same.” Suigetsu laughs, the sound both bitter and amused.
“That’s pretty damn cold,” he says, and he tilts his head to the side and slides his mouth down Sasuke’s neck, his jagged teeth scraping scars as he licks and sucks at His wound. Suigetsu snakes a hand beneath the waistline of Sasuke’s pants, fingertips brushing through the coarse hair between Sasuke’s thighs until they meet smooth, naked flesh. Then he drags his nails back up again, tickling and scratching, and he can feel the muscle in Sasuke’s neck tighten against his lips. Suigetsu releases Sasuke’s neck with a wet smack. The imprints of his teeth stand out, swollen and bright white against the dark purple-blue bruise forming on Sasuke’s neck. He peppers kisses along Sasuke’s tense jaw and wraps his fingers around Sasuke gradually hardening cock. Sasuke presses his lips firmly together, but Suigetsu can feel every sound Sasuke suppresses vibrating in Sasuke’s throat and chest. Sasuke’s breath quickens. His nostrils flare. Suigetsu strokes him, tracing a finger up the shaft to massage the head of Sasuke’s cock in slow circles. He glances up from nibbling the underside of Sasuke’s chin and watches how Sasuke closes his eyes and strains to keep his face relaxed despite the sensation racking through his body.
Suigetsu smirks, and Sasuke’s eyes suddenly snap open, irises an angry blood red. His face twists, lips curl back, and his short, quick breaths whistle in and out between clenched teeth. He lashes out, fisting a hand in the front of Suigetsu’s shirt and yanking him forward so that they are eye-to-eye and their lips are just barely touching. Suigetsu moves to close the distance between them, but Sasuke jerks his head to the side and glares at him out of the corner of his eye. He bucks his hips once to remind Suigetsu of what he should be focusing on, and fuck if Sasuke isn’t trying to boss him around again.
Suigetsu gives Sasuke’s cock a good squeeze and Sasuke swallows down a gurgled moan, tossing his head back into the ground and resuming his harsh, nasal breathing. Suigetsu is on his neck again, sucking and biting, until Sasuke arches up; heels digging groves into the dirt and mouth open wide in a muted scream. Suigetsu sits back just enough to savor the completely uninhibited expression on Sasuke’s face when he comes. The moment lasts for only a few seconds before the walls close in again, and disregarding the acceleration of his breathing, the discoloration of his neck, and the fact that his cock his hanging out under his cum-stained shirt, Sasuke appears just as unfazed by the world as always.
Sasuke sit ups, unceremoniously shoving Suigetsu aside as he tucks himself back in his pants. Suigetsu simply stares at the mechanical way in which Sasuke rearranges his clothing and pretends as if nothing happened.
“Hey Sasuke,” Suigetsu says, voice low and somewhat breathless. Sasuke turns his head to him, eyes unreadable, and Suigetsu attempts to kiss Sasuke again only to have his lips collide with the palm of Sasuke’s hand.
“That’s enough.”
Suigetsu grins into Sasuke’s hand
“Easy for you to say. You got off.” Suigetsu catches the slight downturn of Sasuke’s mouth and the hardly noticeable way Sasuke hunches in on himself. Whether it’s a subtle accomplished smirk, a silent scream of passion, or the tiniest hint of discomfort, just knowing he’s the cause is enough to appease Suigetsu, at least for the time being.
Suigetsu presses the issue of Sasuke returning the favor until a wave of murderous intent informs him that playtime is over. “Fine, fine,” he grumbles, limping away so he can relieve himself on his own.
He stops on the edge of the campground and considers something.
“Hey,” he calls over his shoulder. “I’m not planning on going anywhere for a while, so you don’t actually have to sell yourself to buy my loyalty.”
“Hn,” Sasuke replies.
“Besides,” Suigetsu adds, smiling lecherously. “I’d rather fuck you for free.”
Sasuke casts a death glare his way but doesn’t quite manage to subdue the blush that darkens his cheeks. Suigetsu snickers and thinks that perhaps traveling with Sasuke isn’t going to be so bad after all, even if it does mean he’ll have to deal with Juugo and that bitch Karin. He focuses on the mental image of Sasuke writhing in pleasure beneath him instead and jerks his cock with the hope that sooner or later, Sasuke will take him up on his offer and make his fantasy a reality.
It's just a matter of time.