Naruto: Hypnopompia (SasuNaru)
Title: Hypnopompia
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, Smut
Pairings: Implied SasuNaru
Summary: You don’t always have to be asleep to be dreaming… it just makes waking up twice as hard.
A/N: Bah, writing a one-shot so I can get over my stupid writers block. This definitely did not come out the way I intended it to, but oh well. And for those who don’t understand the title-
Hypnopompia: The experiences a person may go through in the hypnopompic state, the period of waking up.
Warnings: Lemon/Lime/Sex/Whatever they’re calling it these days, Masturbation(?)
Heavy pants and moans echoed throughout the room, reverberating off walls and furniture and whatever dared to stand in their way. There were no words; just the sounds of buttons popping impatiently off rumpled shirts, the occasional squeak of a rebellious spring, zippers being forced open, and fabric rustling as it was peeled away from the two tangled forms.
As their moist breath mingled and brought new humidity to the air-making it difficult to decipher whether their gasps were from lack of oxygen or from the ministrations of the other-there were no words.
It felt too shallow to say, like what they had ran far deeper than words. Still so fragile, as if it would break on the tips of their tongues. Tongues that wrestled and fought to find contact with one other, just like all the other muscles in their bodies that withered and flexed under torturously soft caresses and the occasional raking of nails.
No, they didn’t need words. Not when his fingers danced upon his skin like that, as if reading his every thought and emotion like it was written there in Braille. No, in these rare intimate moments, they let their bodies do the talking.
Necks begged for abuse from teeth, nipples moaned for the tips of tongues, lips pleaded for bruises from passionate kisses, while whole bodies gave silent cries for more.
As the sheets shifted and the world seemed to stop around them, they were more than happy to oblige their body’s every command. More touches, more fiction, more skin, more but never enough.
He was a drug, addictive and sweet. His touches were like chemicals that sent sweet euphoria and pleasure coursing through his veins more forcefully than blood. He was overdosing on the other, yet he still couldn’t get enough. The need for more clawed at his stomach, joining the heat that pooled and coiled there. He needed more. More, more, more.
Hands scrambled to grab sweaty limbs; desperate to have some sort of proof that this was indeed real, that the other wouldn’t suddenly disappear like some cheap magic trick. Their sweat mixed as naked chest crushed against naked chest, both desperate for skin on skin contact.
Their mouths crushed together, teeth clacking, tongues dancing, and saliva smearing carelessly around kiss swollen lips. Sweat continued to drip, their bodies attempt at cooling themselves down, while their hearts continued to pump molten lava throughout their veins. The kiss was broken, causing him to whimper slightly at the loss. But the unspoken promise of a greater intimacy lingering in the air quickly silenced it.
Inky bangs tickled tanned skin as they slid down the length of his toned body, kisses made of fire ghosting over his heaving chest. He groaned, arching up into the touch. Closer, he had to get closer. The touches and kisses suddenly came to a halt. Frustrated, he looked down to see why the sensations had stopped.
He found himself suddenly gazing into two smoldering, dark eyes. His breath hitched in his throat as the two black pools pulled him in like tar pits, making it impossible to escape them. It always felt like he was bathing in sin when he looked at him-willingly diving into something he knew was forbidden and dangerous.
But this time, it wasn’t the same. As he stared into them, they seemed to lose the intensity that once pierced right through to his very soul and stole his breath away with every look.
Luckily, he didn’t have time to dwell on it for long. All of his thought processes came to a screeching halt as a shudder rippled forcefully through his body, the other suddenly pushed their erect member in and hit that sensitive spot deep inside him that begged to be stroked.
Broken pants and ragged breathing joined in the sounds of flesh slapping flesh that echoed throughout the room as the two bodies slid against each other. They soon found a rhythm, the other pounding into him in sync with his frantically beating pulse. They moved together as one. One body, one soul, one mind, one person.
His breath hitched and he threw his head back in a silent scream as the other continued slamming that wonderfully hot, throbbing piece of flesh into him again and again. It felt like a piece of him was dying, and maybe a piece of him was.
Maybe it was already dead to begin with.
His chest heaved and his heart raced at dangerous speeds as he clutched the sweat drenched sheets below their connected bodies. A familiar heat began to coil in his groin, like a snake preparing to strike, and his mind tingled under the onslaught of pleasure. He was close, so close. It was only a matter of time before he lost control.
Mouth crashed against mouth once again, teeth clacking harshly as a hand snaked up the toned expanse of his stomach and began stroking him, adding another sensation to mix. Blond, sweat soaked hair matted itself against his forehead as he gasped and tossed his head from side to side. The heat was almost painful now, causing his body to feel like it was about to combust at any given second.
He was so close it hurt. Part of him wanted it be over with. The sensible part of him knew that this was a dangerous game to be playing and if he continued to walk on thin ice it would eventually crack open, swallowing his heart and turning it cold. Yet, another part wanted it to never end. That part wanted to ignore all common sense and stay asleep forever, never having to wake up and face the harsh reality of the situation.
His toes curled as the pace was quickened, their previous rhythm long forgotten as they both climbed higher towards the peak of their pleasure. Tanned fingers found purchase in ebony locks and his body tensed as he felt the one above him release into him with a grunt as he continued to thrust.
The heat is his belly twisted and expanded, and all too soon, it burst. He spilt his seed onto the pale belly above him and the hand that continued to stroke him as he sailed into oblivion. Before he could stop himself, he lost himself to the waves of pleasure crashing into him and cried out.
“Sasuke!!!”
That’s when Naruto realized his mistake.
The figure above him collapsed on him like a marionette whose strings had just been cut, its once blue-black hair transforming back into its original wild, golden state as the henge was broken.
Even though his lungs begged for oxygen as he struggled to come down from his climax, Naruto couldn’t bring himself to breathe as he stared into blue eyes that mirrored his own before they disappeared from existence in puff of white smoke.
That was the problem with living in a dream. When he woke up, reality always came crashing back down.
Leaving Naruto once again with soiled sheets, broken dreams, and the fading memories of a better time when he could cry out the name of his most important person without the fear of him disappearing.
Man, I didn’t know what to put for pairing without ruining the twist ending. Sorry if I made it obvious for some of you with the warnings and whatnot, I did the best I could!
In case some of you didn’t get it, this whole one-shot was NaruNaru- AKA clone sex, it just had implied SasuNaru. As for what happened to Sasuke… you decide. :P
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, Smut
Pairings: Implied SasuNaru
Summary: You don’t always have to be asleep to be dreaming… it just makes waking up twice as hard.
A/N: Bah, writing a one-shot so I can get over my stupid writers block. This definitely did not come out the way I intended it to, but oh well. And for those who don’t understand the title-
Hypnopompia: The experiences a person may go through in the hypnopompic state, the period of waking up.
Warnings: Lemon/Lime/Sex/Whatever they’re calling it these days, Masturbation(?)
Heavy pants and moans echoed throughout the room, reverberating off walls and furniture and whatever dared to stand in their way. There were no words; just the sounds of buttons popping impatiently off rumpled shirts, the occasional squeak of a rebellious spring, zippers being forced open, and fabric rustling as it was peeled away from the two tangled forms.
As their moist breath mingled and brought new humidity to the air-making it difficult to decipher whether their gasps were from lack of oxygen or from the ministrations of the other-there were no words.
It felt too shallow to say, like what they had ran far deeper than words. Still so fragile, as if it would break on the tips of their tongues. Tongues that wrestled and fought to find contact with one other, just like all the other muscles in their bodies that withered and flexed under torturously soft caresses and the occasional raking of nails.
No, they didn’t need words. Not when his fingers danced upon his skin like that, as if reading his every thought and emotion like it was written there in Braille. No, in these rare intimate moments, they let their bodies do the talking.
Necks begged for abuse from teeth, nipples moaned for the tips of tongues, lips pleaded for bruises from passionate kisses, while whole bodies gave silent cries for more.
As the sheets shifted and the world seemed to stop around them, they were more than happy to oblige their body’s every command. More touches, more fiction, more skin, more but never enough.
He was a drug, addictive and sweet. His touches were like chemicals that sent sweet euphoria and pleasure coursing through his veins more forcefully than blood. He was overdosing on the other, yet he still couldn’t get enough. The need for more clawed at his stomach, joining the heat that pooled and coiled there. He needed more. More, more, more.
Hands scrambled to grab sweaty limbs; desperate to have some sort of proof that this was indeed real, that the other wouldn’t suddenly disappear like some cheap magic trick. Their sweat mixed as naked chest crushed against naked chest, both desperate for skin on skin contact.
Their mouths crushed together, teeth clacking, tongues dancing, and saliva smearing carelessly around kiss swollen lips. Sweat continued to drip, their bodies attempt at cooling themselves down, while their hearts continued to pump molten lava throughout their veins. The kiss was broken, causing him to whimper slightly at the loss. But the unspoken promise of a greater intimacy lingering in the air quickly silenced it.
Inky bangs tickled tanned skin as they slid down the length of his toned body, kisses made of fire ghosting over his heaving chest. He groaned, arching up into the touch. Closer, he had to get closer. The touches and kisses suddenly came to a halt. Frustrated, he looked down to see why the sensations had stopped.
He found himself suddenly gazing into two smoldering, dark eyes. His breath hitched in his throat as the two black pools pulled him in like tar pits, making it impossible to escape them. It always felt like he was bathing in sin when he looked at him-willingly diving into something he knew was forbidden and dangerous.
But this time, it wasn’t the same. As he stared into them, they seemed to lose the intensity that once pierced right through to his very soul and stole his breath away with every look.
Luckily, he didn’t have time to dwell on it for long. All of his thought processes came to a screeching halt as a shudder rippled forcefully through his body, the other suddenly pushed their erect member in and hit that sensitive spot deep inside him that begged to be stroked.
Broken pants and ragged breathing joined in the sounds of flesh slapping flesh that echoed throughout the room as the two bodies slid against each other. They soon found a rhythm, the other pounding into him in sync with his frantically beating pulse. They moved together as one. One body, one soul, one mind, one person.
His breath hitched and he threw his head back in a silent scream as the other continued slamming that wonderfully hot, throbbing piece of flesh into him again and again. It felt like a piece of him was dying, and maybe a piece of him was.
Maybe it was already dead to begin with.
His chest heaved and his heart raced at dangerous speeds as he clutched the sweat drenched sheets below their connected bodies. A familiar heat began to coil in his groin, like a snake preparing to strike, and his mind tingled under the onslaught of pleasure. He was close, so close. It was only a matter of time before he lost control.
Mouth crashed against mouth once again, teeth clacking harshly as a hand snaked up the toned expanse of his stomach and began stroking him, adding another sensation to mix. Blond, sweat soaked hair matted itself against his forehead as he gasped and tossed his head from side to side. The heat was almost painful now, causing his body to feel like it was about to combust at any given second.
He was so close it hurt. Part of him wanted it be over with. The sensible part of him knew that this was a dangerous game to be playing and if he continued to walk on thin ice it would eventually crack open, swallowing his heart and turning it cold. Yet, another part wanted it to never end. That part wanted to ignore all common sense and stay asleep forever, never having to wake up and face the harsh reality of the situation.
His toes curled as the pace was quickened, their previous rhythm long forgotten as they both climbed higher towards the peak of their pleasure. Tanned fingers found purchase in ebony locks and his body tensed as he felt the one above him release into him with a grunt as he continued to thrust.
The heat is his belly twisted and expanded, and all too soon, it burst. He spilt his seed onto the pale belly above him and the hand that continued to stroke him as he sailed into oblivion. Before he could stop himself, he lost himself to the waves of pleasure crashing into him and cried out.
“Sasuke!!!”
That’s when Naruto realized his mistake.
The figure above him collapsed on him like a marionette whose strings had just been cut, its once blue-black hair transforming back into its original wild, golden state as the henge was broken.
Even though his lungs begged for oxygen as he struggled to come down from his climax, Naruto couldn’t bring himself to breathe as he stared into blue eyes that mirrored his own before they disappeared from existence in puff of white smoke.
That was the problem with living in a dream. When he woke up, reality always came crashing back down.
Leaving Naruto once again with soiled sheets, broken dreams, and the fading memories of a better time when he could cry out the name of his most important person without the fear of him disappearing.
Man, I didn’t know what to put for pairing without ruining the twist ending. Sorry if I made it obvious for some of you with the warnings and whatnot, I did the best I could!
In case some of you didn’t get it, this whole one-shot was NaruNaru- AKA clone sex, it just had implied SasuNaru. As for what happened to Sasuke… you decide. :P