FIC: "Leaving"
Title: Leaving
Author: fotoshop_cutout // Shiro
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto
Rating: PG-15(swearing)
Word Count: 430
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from
Summary: Sasuke’s leaving, but he wants to see someone first.
Notes/Warnings: Un-betaed; covers prompt #05. ‘Leaving’ in table #06. ‘Dark’; Crossposted to narutoyaoi, uke_love, love_n_kiss, uber_yaoi, naruto_fanworks, naruto100, sasuxnaru, naruxsasu.
He was leaving, and he knew that the pink haired bitch would soon be running after him; if only to cry at him and attempt to bribe him to stay behind if only for her. Oh he knew, he knew very well what she would try to do but honestly he couldn’t care less about her. As he walked forward he knew he had one visit to pay before he left, even though he wasn’t supposed to allow anyone to know he was leaving. Knocking on the wooden door was harder than he thought it would be. Chances were that the blond idiot was in the shower after training anyway. Besides, why would he answer the door to Sasuke? They supposedly were against each other at the moment, but Sasuke knew better than that.
The blond finally opened the door to his apartment, and with a pronounced stubborn streak he stayed blocking the way. This, though, didn’t deter the Uchiha as he rushed forward, catching the blond by surprise and throwing him off balance. As they streaked past the open door, the raven haired boy tipped the door closed with nimble fingers. He continued on his course, bringing Naruto up against a wall, his onyx eyes meeting the sapphire eyes across from him.
“Sasuke, what are you…?” Naruto trailed off, looking over the position that they were in. Naruto, in a towel that had miraculously stayed on his waist (and proved that Sasuke was correct), was pinned against a wall, excess water dripping off his blond hair to the pale hand on his chest and locked hands against the wall white with the crushing force that Sasuke had applied to the other. Sasuke smirked, knowing full well that Naruto wouldn’t suspect anything until it was too late. In one swift move he managed to slide a leg between the blonds’ and press his lips against his pulse point. He moved his hand that still remained flat on the other boy’s chest to rest over his heart.
“I’ll always be with you. You know I’m only yours.” He whispered the words against Naruto’s neck, allowing his tongue to flick out after it was said, glancing over the soft, tan skin. Sasuke heard the gasp, felt the swell of the chest against his.
“I love you, Naruto, no matter what happens.” As he detangled himself from the Uzumaki he looked deeply into his eyes, then smiled if only briefly. Leaving with only the confused look of the one he admired, maybe even loved, he dropped the smile and began a new life.
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Author: fotoshop_cutout // Shiro
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto
Rating: PG-15(swearing)
Word Count: 430
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from
Summary: Sasuke’s leaving, but he wants to see someone first.
Notes/Warnings: Un-betaed; covers prompt #05. ‘Leaving’ in table #06. ‘Dark’; Crossposted to narutoyaoi, uke_love, love_n_kiss, uber_yaoi, naruto_fanworks, naruto100, sasuxnaru, naruxsasu.
He was leaving, and he knew that the pink haired bitch would soon be running after him; if only to cry at him and attempt to bribe him to stay behind if only for her. Oh he knew, he knew very well what she would try to do but honestly he couldn’t care less about her. As he walked forward he knew he had one visit to pay before he left, even though he wasn’t supposed to allow anyone to know he was leaving. Knocking on the wooden door was harder than he thought it would be. Chances were that the blond idiot was in the shower after training anyway. Besides, why would he answer the door to Sasuke? They supposedly were against each other at the moment, but Sasuke knew better than that.
The blond finally opened the door to his apartment, and with a pronounced stubborn streak he stayed blocking the way. This, though, didn’t deter the Uchiha as he rushed forward, catching the blond by surprise and throwing him off balance. As they streaked past the open door, the raven haired boy tipped the door closed with nimble fingers. He continued on his course, bringing Naruto up against a wall, his onyx eyes meeting the sapphire eyes across from him.
“Sasuke, what are you…?” Naruto trailed off, looking over the position that they were in. Naruto, in a towel that had miraculously stayed on his waist (and proved that Sasuke was correct), was pinned against a wall, excess water dripping off his blond hair to the pale hand on his chest and locked hands against the wall white with the crushing force that Sasuke had applied to the other. Sasuke smirked, knowing full well that Naruto wouldn’t suspect anything until it was too late. In one swift move he managed to slide a leg between the blonds’ and press his lips against his pulse point. He moved his hand that still remained flat on the other boy’s chest to rest over his heart.
“I’ll always be with you. You know I’m only yours.” He whispered the words against Naruto’s neck, allowing his tongue to flick out after it was said, glancing over the soft, tan skin. Sasuke heard the gasp, felt the swell of the chest against his.
“I love you, Naruto, no matter what happens.” As he detangled himself from the Uzumaki he looked deeply into his eyes, then smiled if only briefly. Leaving with only the confused look of the one he admired, maybe even loved, he dropped the smile and began a new life.
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